'Ab Ghar Chale?'~ZaYa TS **LAST PART UP** 21/06 - Page 3

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Originally posted by: SabrinaMalik

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Loved the beginning and I'm glad to see a story on the current track :) please do update soon and let me know when you do :)

The first part is finally up!

And I wanted to tell you that this OS has been converted to a TS, a Two-Shot that is.

I read all your comments. And ThankYou to all who took their time and commented on the preview.

I smile like crazy when I read your comments. You don't know what they do to me. 😳

Coming to this part.

I'm sorry but I'm delivering utter crap to you. 😕

If, in the middle of reading this, you feel like pressing the Back' button of your browser, I don't blame you. It's completely understandable.

But please take a second and let me know where I went wrong. 😒

I have no idea what I was thinking while writing the PREVIEW. I had planned nothing before writing it.

And looking at all your comments I feel like I have not lived to anyone's expectations. 😭

Someone had asked me about intensity.

If, after reading this, you will still stick to it (which I highly doubt) then let me tell you that this part is just a light-hearted one.

Passion and intensity will be for the next and final part.

***

He quietly tiptoed into her room, tired and devastated.

He scanned the bed, but all he found was a heap of blankets.

He proceeded towards the bed, knowing full well that the love of his life, Aaliya Zain Abdullah was somewhere buried in the blankets.

It scared him, literally. The way she wrapped herself in the blankets. She might suffocate herself. "Allah ne sab kuch diya ise, dimaag ke alawa." he thought to himself as he moved her blanket away.

He took in her sleeping form. And he could just stare. This

beautiful lady was his wife. He must've done something really

good in life to get her. He moved the lone strand of her hair off her

face.

"Blanket neeche, MKB. Dam ghut jayega."

It was then he realized how sleepy he was. And it was then too, he realized how badly Aaliya slept.

She had covered the whole bed. When legs and hands thrown around the whole bed.

He sighed. There was no way he could sleep in the opposite direction.

He took a pillow and started towards the couch.

But something stopped him.

And he turned back and snuggled in the blanket next to her.

It was legal.

They were married after all.

That too twice.

***

I opened my eyes trying to adjust to the darkness. And then I saw him.

The Prince. My Prince. Just as I see him every night.

But something about this night was not right.

The prince...he looked so...so broken.

His eyes were red and swollen. His hair messy, not that I minded but still.

And why was the prince...uh smelling of sweat tonight? He smelled so flowery every night.

I stared at him. "Whiiite horsse par nnnahi ho aaj tum?" my speech slurred due to sleep.

"Aaliya? Aaliya? Are you okay?" Now the prince had an alarming look on his face.

I laughed. "Aaj bubbbes bhi nahi nahin udh rahe hain."

His face was going pale. That doesn't happen usually. Prince always smiles.

"Aaliya?"

"Aur toh aur backgrrround music bhi nahi baj rahi hai."

I was trying to make sense of the situation. Every night my Prince would be so happy. There would be bubbles flying everywhere...and there used to be a song in the background...What song was that? Um..forget it...I'm too sleepy to think. And then the prince used to bend on one knee and say--

"Aaliya have you gone mad?"

No. Not this.

Prince changed his dialogues too!

Why is my dream so different tonight? Sigh...What was normal tonight anyways?

Prince was there. And that was all that mattered. I snuggled into his chest and my eyes were already drooping.

He tried to push me away. "Aaliya, wait look at me. What..what the hell are you blabber--"

"Umm...shuttt upp. Neend." Prince Zain ki tarah itna irritating kyu behave kar raha hai?

I hugged my prince tighter. Hoping it would shut him up. And it did.

***

I opened my eyes.

And shut them quickly.

And it was not because of the sun that hit my eyes. It was something even more dazzling.

My heart was beating erratically.

Calm down Aaliya. It was not him. Just your imagination.

I opened one eye and squinted. Imagination? He looked so...solid.

And then his eyes twitched. "Good morning, Princess." Laying special emphasis on the last word.

"Tum"What the hell are you doing here?" I shrieked.

"Why? Mein toh couch par hi jaane wala tha...But then you pulled me so wildly on the bed and hugged me so tight, sigh...I was trapped you know."

My eyes widened.

"Bullshit Zain, let go off me." I started.

"Exactly! Exatly what I had said last night.But you, Princess--" I cut him off.

"What's up with the Princess." I asked.

"Exactly what I asked you last night. Yeah, what's up with the prince?"

"Prrincee?" "Hmm."

Shit! I had those dreams every night.

Those embarrassing dreams.

Zain on a white horse...bubbles flying...Yeh Ishq hai in the BG...And then him bending on his knees and saying "I Love You, Aaliya."

But I'm pretty sure I haven't said anything out loud...yet.

"Did I...I mean...did I like say something last night?" I tried to look nonchalant.

"Say? Nah. You didn't say anything." I breathed a sigh of relief--or I was about to breath one when he stated again.

"What I mean is you didn't say anything. Last night was not a night of words. It was a night of something which speaks louder than that."

"Zain! What--"

"Action, baby, Action. It was a night of actions." He smirked.

"A-actions? What actions?" I tried to control my erratic heartbeat.

He leaned into me. "Replay karna padega ab?"

I disentangled myself from him and sat up. "Kya...kya hua tha kal raat?"

"Nahi zyada kuch nahin. It was just that instead of being beside me you were all over me. That's it."He smirked.

"Zain! Detail." I shouted.

"Detail?" His eyes held that mischievous smile.

"Offo! Matlab...matlab kuch aur nahin?"

"Aur bhi kuch chahiye tha tumhe?" He gave me an innocent look.

"Zain!" I raised a pillow.

"Arey! Mamu Ki Bhaanji! Maar dalogi kya? " He snatched the pillow from me, taking my dupatta along with it. The pillow went in some unknown corner of the room. And my dupatta, it got stuck in his shirt button.

"Zain, mera dupatta."

"Come closer." I just stared at him.

"I mean, paas aao varna it won't come out." I rolled my eyes and moved towards him.

"Aur paas." I moved again.

"Aur paas." I comply again. The distance between us amounting to mere centimeters.

"Aur paas."

"Zain..."

"Shhh.." He placed one fingers on my lips. And wrapped the other hand around my waist and pulled me yet closer.

His brown orbs were bewitching me. And I could nothing but stare. Stare at this marvel that God had made as my husband. Stare at his beautiful face, his full eyebrows, his perfect angular nose, his high cheekbones and his lips. His so-very-kissable lips. His hot breath was fanning my cheeks. And my eyes fluttered close on their own accord.

"Aaliya..." Nothing had sounded so heavenly.

I tried to remember the last time we'd been this close.

And then it all came crashing down at me.

Party, dance, Zain, the confrontation, his mincing words, my letter, railway station, Bhopal.

I opened her eyes and pushed him with all my might.

"Stop! Just freaking stop messing with me."

And I ran.

***

"Aliya bete aao, baitho. Chalo naashta karte henge." Shabana chirped.

The Ghulams and the Abdullahs sat for breakfast.

"Aaliya ne to kaha tha ki Zain ne hi use thode din Bhopal bheja henge. Lekin Zain Miyaan toh khud hi latak ke aa gaye peeche peeche." Shabana smiled.

"Fikr ki yeh intehaa, Mohabbat hai beintehaa!" Ghulam Saheb joined the conversation.

Aaliya scoffed while Zain continued smiling.

"Accha Aaliya, Apni Mariyam hai na? Uski sagaai hai aaj raat. Toh tum dono chaloge?"

Aaliya's head jerked up. She smiled her naughty smile and said, "Haan haan Ammi! Mein zaroor chalungi. Lekin Zain...who nahin aa payega. Late night travel kiya hai bechare ne. Naazuk sa hai. Thak gaya hoga."

"Thaka mein nahin tum hogi, Aaliya. Mein toh plane se aaya tha, train se toh tum aayi this na. So actu--"

"Dekha Ammi? Kitna sweet hai ye." Sarcasm dripping in her voice.

"Ab faaltu mein takalluf kar raha hai. Naa nahin keh sakta na aapko."

"Arey nahin Zain beta. Takalluf ki koi baat nahin hengi. Tum araam karo. Hum Jaldi hi aa jayenge. Bechara baccha."

Now try to get out of this, Abdullah. She thought to herself.

***

So yeah, they're all going for the engagement ceremony.

But Zain isn't.

Or is he?

Jaanne ke liye stay tuned for the next chapter.

This has ABSOLUTELY NOT come out to be the way I wanted.

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Give me honest replies. Constructive Criticism is always appreciated.

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Originally posted by: ZayaShiz

Yes! M first!!!! N awesome-dowesome! Its reallyyy gud!!!!plz cont fast! Cant wait😳

Its awesome. Plz give the next part soon.

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