Hello beautiful people.
I'm here with an OS. Hope you guys like it. Since it is the month of LOVE I decided to write this particular OS as a treat to you guys and myself. I was inspired by the upcoming Nikaah track of QH. I was given a challenge to write something that does not contain mature content and this is what I ended up with. Please note that I'm no writer merely a dabbler. I would love to read your comments and criticisms.
This is especially for Kalyani...Darling I would not have written this if you did not suggest that I am capable of so much more...You support and encouragement and friendship is very welcome...I'm not much of a romantic or really funny but for you I have tried...so I hope you enjoy this...You writing is amazing and if this is half of what yours is then I'm a really happy person right now😃
Zoya Farooki's dressing room.
On a beautiful summers evening, Zoya twisted her pretty diamond ring around her finger while Humeira and Najma adjusted her veil. She could not believe that the day she had been waiting for, for so long had finally arrived. She closed her eyes and said a prayer of thanks to her Allah Miya.
"Nervous?" questioned Humeira.
"Of course not" she replied. "Okay, maybe a little bit. I just want everything to be perfect. I want to look perfect...for him" she finished.
"Don't worry. Everything is perfect and you look beautiful" said a misty eyed Najma. "If you don't believe me then turn around and have a look for yourself" she said.
Zoya turned and faced the full length mirror and gasped. "Oh my...Is that me?" she asked. "I look beautiful" she whispered twirling and admiring herself from all angles.
"Stunning is what you are" replied Humeira. "The outfit you selected is amazing. I should never have doubted your online experience. Give you an I-pad with google and you do wonders" finished Humeira with a laugh.
"Zoya bhabie, Asad bhaijaan will be floored when he sees you" chirped in an excited Nuzat. "He'll melt like cheese on your favourite pizza" she added with a wink running out the room causing the other two ladies to snort in laughter.
Delighted with herself Zoya twirled once more and watched her dress shimmer in the light. She wore a beautiful red lehenga with a wide cream and gold border and the entire outfit dotted with the most beautiful Swarovski gems. She had chosen this outfit with him in mind, after all red was his most favourite colour apart from black she thought with a smile. Her jewellery was simple yet elegant. A dazzling pair of diamond earrings that almost reached her shoulders from her Appi and Jiju, a complimentary maang tikka adorned the side of her head courtesy of her darling Dilshaad Phupie and the most gorgeous diamond and ruby choker from her Mr Khan. She had to hand it to him, the man had taste in jewellery and woman she thought with another smile lighting her face after all he did choose her, she was and still is quiet a catch. She fiddled with her nose ring as the various emotions plagued her mind.
"Zoya you are glowing like the brightest of flames" whispered Humeira near her ear startling her out of her reverie. She touched Zoya's shoulder in a tentative embrace and went on "Just when I found you I'm about to lose you again" she said with a catch in her voice. Zoya made to hug her but Humeira shook her head and said "Wait, let me finish. When I first met you I was in awe of you. You were everything that I was not, you are confident, brave, intelligent, funny and you sprouted the lamest shaayari's ever" to which Zoya raised her eyebrows and pouted. "I was so jealous of you and then that marriage fiasco happened with you and Ayaan and I began to resent you. In that moments of blindness I hated you and wished you never existed but today I stand here before you with no pretence and in all honesty I can say that you are my inspiration. You stood by me when Abbu brought that vile woman into our home as his wife, you were there for me when the truth about my Ammi surfaced and I discovered you were my sister. Although you had every reason to hate and detest me you showered me with your love and affection and honoured me by calling me your sister. What I'm trying to say is that I love you Appi and want you to have all the happiness that you deserve" said Humeira her voice breaking with emotion.
Zoya stood in front of Humeira with her eyes tearing because for the first time Humeira called her Appi, she had finally accepted her. All Zoya had ever wanted was a family of her own and today she got that in the form of Humeira her sweet, cute and stupid little sister. "Hey, how can you say bad things about yourself" sniffed Zoya. "Don't you remember that I'm Zoya Farooki and multi -talented and that the genes runs in the blood which means that you are just like me, with a little effort you'll soon be sprouting shaayari's at the drop of the hat" said Zoya with a straight face. "Humeira I want you to remember something, we share one part of the same gene pool, we share an amazing extended family, we share the same shoe size but the most important thing we share is the bond that we have and that is of sisterhood - this means that no matter how hard you try to get rid of me you will never succeed because I'm like glue, stuck on you" said Zoya with a wink. "I'll always be here for you" she finished with a tight hug to Humeira.
"Okay, you two. Enough with the sentimental talk, have you forgotten that we have a nikaah to attend. Zoya no more crying or you'll ruin your make up which your little sister just applied on you" said Najma with a little sniff herself.
Zoya looked at Najma. "What? I'm not crying it's my hormones they are all over the place today. This baby is playing havoc with my emotions" babbled Najma.
"Tamatar" Zoya whispered. "It's ok".
"Oh Zoya, my bhaijaan is finally getting married and to my best friend, you. I'm so happy right now that no words can express what I'm feeling".
"I know Tamatar. I'm so happy right now myself" she said hugging the two lovely ladies to herself "Look at us" she whispered pointing to the mirror "The wife" pointing to Najma, "The bride" pointing to herself "And the bride to be" pointing to Humeira "You next" she said with a hint of emotion.
A few touch ups later all three woman sat with serene expressions, anyone walking through would not guess that a few minutes earlier all three ladies were gripped by intense emotions and feelings that led to an almost impromptu session of crying.
"Zoya, Humeira and I will go check if everything is okay and return soon to keep you company. Stay here and please don't disappear, bhaijaan will freak" ordered Najma.
"Okay my dear Tamatar. You know now days you're sounding more and more like your bhaijaan almost like his clone" giggled Zoya.
"Zoya, right now I look like a beached whale and feel as if I'm about to explode, so please don't mess with me, I really don't want to be answerable for any casualties" exclaimed Najma.
"Oh okay my hormonal friend. Go do what you have to and come quick. I'm not going anyway this time" said a cheerful Zoya.
As they left the room Zoya walked towards the window and gazed at the stars. She whispered "Thank you Ammi for always watching over me. It's because of you only that I finally found my happiness, my family. You gave me Appi and Jiju - two wonderful souls who protected me and made my childhood beautiful and now seventeen years later you did it again, you brought me to my amazing phupie who is more like my Ammi and my bubbly best friend Najma. You led me to the most amazing man Mr Khan and now you have also reunited me with my sweet sister Humeira. I love you Ammi, I miss you terribly especially today but for the first time I truly feel as if I belong somewhere. I finally found my identity". She touched her fingers to her lips and gently blew a kiss into the breeze up to the stars, the sudden winking of one particular star had Zoya wiping a stray tear from her eye her Ammi had received her message and was blessing her once more.
In the same vicinity.
Asad Ahmed Khan's dressing room.
It was finally here, the day he was anticipating for months now. He walked to his mirror and adjusted the collar of his cream and gold sherwani which was interwoven with red threads throughout. His masculine face radiated with the happiness that was coursing through his body. He looked far removed from the seventeenth century man he was once likened to by his fiance soon to be wife. That very thought brought a grin to his delicious lips. He looked young, dashing and very bollywood like, in his sherwani. Today he could give every Khan in bollywood a run for their money he thought with a smirk. Although he was extremely happy he was also filled with a tinge of sadness because his baby brother Ayaan was not here to share in his joy. He had spoken to him earlier with Ayaan conveying his best wishes but it was not the same, he pushed those thoughts aside and concentrated on today and what was going to happen in almost an hour's time, Ms Farooki was finally going to become Mrs Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan. A blush tinged his cheeks at that very thought, nothing could drive his dimples away today - it had become a permanent fixture on his face since the last few days. Thinking about his fiance had memories of the last few days flashing before his eyes. They had celebrated every single event leading up today all over again. It had been a new beginning for Asad and Zoya and every single member of their family.
Flashback to Jashn - E - Saughaat
Zoya had mesmerised him in a green and blue lehehga, she had literally left him breathless. He had not taken his eyes off her the entire night. He survived the ridiculous teasing from his siblings and cousins, he endured the endless parade of family and friends that came to bless and bestow gifts on him and Zoya. He suffered endless photo sessions but to him it was all worth it just to see her beautiful face light up in happiness. As they sat next to each other on the elaborately decorated stage he inhaled her fragrance, intoxicated by her scent. They secretly shared looks from the corner of their eyes, fingers brushing against each other in delicious torment.
"Mr Khan please stop, people are watching us" whispered Zoya under her breath as he tried to catch her hand under her dupatha.
"Let them watch, I don't care" he had whispered near her ear taking the opportunity to brush a kiss against her earlobe. She had shivered. Electricity coursed through their joined hands. The sudden clearing of a throat had them coming out of their spell. Asad's Ammi was staring at them with a bemused expression on her face.
"Well Asad my son, where is it?" she asked.
"Where is what Ammi?" he asked in confusion.
Dilshaad looked at him as if he had two heads instead of one. "The gift Asad" she replied.
"What gift Ammi?" he asked again blankly.
"Asad, the gift you are supposed to give to Zoya for her saughaat" she said with exasperation. "You know Asad for an intelligent man you can be a real Buddhu sometimes. No wonder Zoya refers to you as Buddhu Ahmed Khan"
"Phupie!" exclaimed Zoya while looking for Asad's reaction through veiled lids. Asad looked at her with fire in his eyes but before he could say anything a very pregnant Najma butted in, literally.
"Zoya bhabie, bhaijaan must have definitely forgotten about the gift so he has to be punished. Since I know that you won't punish him I will do it for you". Asad and Zoya looked at Najma expectantly. "I guess for the rest of the evening I'll be sitting right here in between the two of you playing kabab mei haddi, no more hand holding for you bhaijaan" said Najma cheekily causing Asad to choke in embarrassment. "What, you thought no one noticed?" she questioned. That's how they sat for the rest of the evening, Najma the beached whale in between Asad and Zoya.
When all the guests had left and the house was in silence Zoya walked into her room. She was getting ready for bed when she noticed the little gift wrapped box with a single rose on her bed. So he hadn't forgotten she thought, he had just put us through three hours of Najma's constant babbling for nothing. She sighed in exasperation, this man will never change she thought. She took a deep sniff of the rose inhaling the fragrance and opened the box. She gasped in pleasure the breath stilling in her throat. The ringing of her mobile had her remembering to breathe once again. She answered without looking to see who was calling.
"Did you like my gift" he asked.
"Thank you for my rose" was her reply.
"Zoya" he retorted.
"If you want to know if I like your gift you should come to me to find out" she said and cut the call. He was in her room in under a minute. As soon as Zoya saw him she launched herself into his arms raining soft kisses on his face, his hands tightened automatically around her. "I love it Mr Khan but you know what, I love you more" she whispered. "Please put it on for me" she said handing him the box. She faced her mirror while he did what she asked when he was finished he wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck. He had gifted her with a delicate gold chain and an alphabet diamond pendant which had the letters A and Z entwined with each other and at the back it had an inscription which read "forever". They stood there entwined in each other's arms staring at their tableau through the mirror. This was one of their forever moments.
Present
Asad was brought out of his reverie by a knock at his door. It was his Ammi. She stared at him and blinked the sudden tears away. "Ammi, tears?" he asked. "You're not supposed to cry you know. You supposed to be happy and laughing after all I'm getting married isn't that what you always wanted".
"I am happy Asad. These are tears of joy because my first born, my serious, dedicated and most complicated child is getting married today. It's a moment that I have been waiting for, for so long" she said with a sniff. "You know Asad I've always dreamed of how your nikaah would be but the reality is so much better than a dream" she said with a watery smile. "My son looks like a prince today" she said as she touched his face gently. "Asad you and my beautiful Zoya were meant for each other, the fates had decreed it but I want you to always remember that apart from loving her, you need to trust and confide in her as well, then only will your marriage prosper. You also need to remember that you are not your Abbu, you are Asad Ahmed Khan a man with honour, integrity, selflessness and an extreme case of OCD. There will be fights after all you're marrying Zoya Farooki but you can never hurt her the way your Abbu hurt me because they will never be another woman who will compliment you better than Zoya and I happen to know that she will smash you like pulp if you ever look at another woman after all she does know Karate" said Dilshaad with a smirk.
"Ammi, have you come here to threaten me?"
"No. I have come here to bless you and shower you with love" she said with a kiss to his forehead "and to warn you that you should never mess with my bahu because if you do I'll cut you into little pieces and make biryani out of you" she said with the sweetest smile on her face and walked out of the room.
Asad let out a breath. "Allah Miya" he said to himself borrowing Zoya's vocabulary, sometimes his Ammi just scares the daylights out of him he thought.
Main hall, a few moments before Nikaah.
The guests mingled with glasses in hand, the sound of laughter and conversation reverberated throughout the room. The softest lilting music played in the background while an expectant groom paced restlessly waiting for his bride. Everyone had come to witness this marriage of Asad Ahmed Khan to Zoya Farooki. There were business acquaintances, friends from all over and so many family members present. Asad looked at his watch for the umpteenth time.
"Bhaijaan can you please stop that pacing, you're making me dizzy" said Najma rubbing her belly, her soon to arrive child playing a vicious game of soccer in her tummy". "Zoya will be here soon so please relax".
"Yes Bhaijaan" piped in a chirpy Nuzat. "Bhabie will be here soon. But in the meantime can you please tell me what gift, did you give bhabie for her mehendi ritual because she's driving us insane by withholding information. She's showed us everything except that one" inquired an inquisitive little sister. Asad stopped his pacing and looked away in embarrassment this question transporting him to last night's ceremony.
Flashback to Mehendi ceremony.
Every single ritual was perfect but tonight's ceremony was just so beautiful. The scents of the henna permeating the air,the laughter of the woman carrying through the breeze,the dancing and merriment just so infectious. And then there was Zoya decked in a designer pink lehenga gifted by him infused in smiles while the henna was being applied. The smile on her lips adding to her brilliant beauty. He was no less, his muscled body dressed in an elegant black sherwani and his body vibrating in excitement because this was the last function and tomorrow could not arrive sooner.
He could see his Ammi and sisters fussing around Zoya and felt a little left out. He walked out on to the balcony for some fresh air and a little solitude away from the teasing the guys had been heaping on him all evening. He looked at the night sky and thanked Allah that this time everything was going without a hitch, everything was almost perfect. It would be more perfect if he could spend some moments with his fiance. During these past few days they had all been so busy with the wedding plans that they barely saw each other and when they did she was always surrounded by giggly woman. He dragged in a deep breath and prepared himself to enter the fray once again.
"Hiding, Mr Khan?"
He turned at the sound of that voice and smiled a welcome. "No. Just taking in some air, not that anyone noticed I was missing as they were all busy fussing over you" he said with a pout.
"But I noticed" she said. "That's why I'm here. So Mr Khan was getting jealous of all the attention to me" she asked cheekily.
"No. I was getting jealous that everyone got to spend more time with you except me" he said almost sulkily.
"Really, well after tomorrow you'll have me all to yourself" she said with a wink wrapping her hands around his neck trying not to smear her mehendi on him. He wrapped his hands around her tiny waist and hugged her tight placing kisses on her neck. "So Mr Khan, do you have my gift ready because I'm sure you will not be able to find your name on my palm?"
"Ms Farooki it will be you that will be giving the gift because I will find my name so I hope you have a good one ready" he said.
"Oh really" she said.
"Yes really" he responded by giving her light pecks around her ear.
"Mr Khan, stop! Someone will see" she said before she could lose her senses to him and this intoxicating moment.
"Let them" he whispered throatily in her ear. "Right now I really don't care".
"Mr Khan, you need to stop. We have to go back before someone comes looking for us".
"Zoya, why do you have to be such a spoil sport?"
"Mr Khan, when did you get to be so shameless? And what happened to your tehazeeb and tameez? She fired back at him.
He laughed. "It walked out the door when you walked in" he said with a naughty smirk.
Zoya looked at him in awe. She still had to get used to this new side of her Mr Khan. He had become more relaxed and carefree lately but that Akdu part of him still lurked around making an appearance now and then. She smiled as she thought about this change in him. Zoya Farooki really could do anything she thought with a smirk.
"Mr Khan, although I love being with you, we really have to go back" she said turning to walk back into the room.
"Don't you want to see your gift Zoya?" he whispered silkily near her ear.
She turned and faced him. "You can give it to me inside" she said.
"I can't do that because this one is for your eyes only" he replied mysteriously.
Zoya looked at him questioningly. "What is it?"
He got closer to her and began to open the buttons of his sherwani. Zoya's eyes widened while he slowly revealed his naked chest to her eye. She began to salivate at the mouth, her heartbeat accelerated and her eyes glazed. Mr Khan's smooth muscled chest was one of her greatest weaknesses, his ripped six packs was the star of many of her vivid day and night dreams. She extended her hand to touch that muscled chest forgetting about the mehendi on her palms the sight before her distracting her from everything.
Asad's whispered Zoya brought her out of her trance. "What happened, Ms Farooki?" asked Asad cheekily knowing full well Zoya's fascination with his body.
"Mr Khan, you start doing a striptease in front of me and you ask me what's happened?" retorted Zoya.
"But Ms Farooki, I was only giving showing you my gift" replied Asad innocently with a smile.
"What, your naked chest? She responded sarcastically.
"My dear Ms Farooki, you have such a one track mind but that's ok it will come in handy after marriage" he said with a wink and a naughty chuckle. "Ms Farooki I still have enough sense to realise that a seduction at our mehendi ceremony is completely out of the question especially since we happened to be outside but you did want to see my gift" he said point to his chest.
At his words Zoya looked at him closely, her eyes darting to his pointing finger. Her shocked gasp reverberating around them. "Mr Khan, what have you done?" she asked.
"Giving you my heart Zoya" was his response.
Zoya's eyes teared at the sight before her. She had applied mehendi with his name engraved on her palms but he had stolen the show completely. There he stood declaring to her that she was his and he was irrevocably hers.
For there on his chest right above his heart tattooed in black ink was the name "Zoya".
Present
"Bhaijaan" he was startled out of his memories by the clicking of Nuzat's fingers in front of him. "Where are you lost?"
"In the thoughts of your Zoya bhabie" teased Haider.
Asad flushed while everyone laughed and teased him some more. He was just about to reprimand them when a sudden hush descended the hall causing him to look up. The breath lodged in his throat, his heart slowed and a smile radiated his face. A breath taking Zoya was walking down the huge staircase flanked by her Zeenath Appi, Anwar Jiju and Humeira. She exuded radiance.
They made their way towards Asad and his family. Instead of sitting Zoya down behind the gauzy curtain they stopped in front of Asad causing the family to look on curiously. Anwar cleared his throat and said "Asad, Zoya is not only my sister-in-law but she is also my daughter, our only child. She has filled our heart with love and our home with her craziness. Zeenath and I was a couple but Zoya turned us into a family. She is our greatest treasure and I give her to you to love and cherish as a husband would. We are giving away our light so that your home will be bright, we don't expect much, all we want is for you to keep her happy" he said his voice filled with choked emotions. Zeenath sniffed and Zoya blinked her tears away.
Asad walked towards Anwar and said "You do me the greatest of honours by entrusting Zoya to me. I'm sure we will have many fights, after all I'm marrying Zoya Farooki - there will be a new drama every single day" causing everyone to chuckle and earning a glare from Zoya "But I will always keep her happy, you have my promise" he finished.
Anwar nodded his head and blinked back his own tears. "Since we've got that over with lets proceed with the nikaah. Everyone nodded in approval and began taking their places with the men gathered around Asad and the woman by Zoya a curtain separating the two lovers.
The ceremony was solemn with the Qazi reciting prayers and Duahs for the couple and the guest reiterating his every word. A sense of calm descended when he asked the most important question of the night.
Asad Ahmed Khan son of Dilshaad Khan, do you accept Zoya Farooki daughter of Anwar and Zeenath Farooki as your wife?
Asad looked up and stared through the curtain, his eyes meeting Zoya's in a searing gaze. "Qubool Hai...Qubool Hai...Qubool Hai" was his reply earning pats on his back and smiles from everyone present.
The Qazi faced Zoya and asked "Zoya Farooki daughter of Anwar and Zeenath Farooki, do you accept Asad Ahmed Khan son of Dilshaad khan as your husband?
Zoya did not reply and the Qazi repeated his question once more. She remained silent and the guests looked on expectantly. Zeenath nudged her to answer but she still remained quiet.
The Qazi repeated the question for the third time whilst the silence prevailed. Suddenly Zoya woke from her sitting position and looked at the door.
"Allah, please not again" whispered Zeenath.
The crowd began to whisper and the family looked on.
"Mujhe Qubool..."began Zoya.
Asad's heart seemed to stop beating at Zoya's hesitant response. He watched her gaze dart from him to the door and watched an apology form in her eyes as she took a step forward. He gazed at her silently still seated.
"Hai...Qubool Hai...Qubool Hai..."she whispered with a smile and a wink.
Everyone let out a loud breath of relief and began clapping enthusiastically. As Asad looked at her she said "What? You mentioned that every day with me would bring a new drama so I thought I should start the first one today" she completed cheekily.
Everyone laughed."Zoya, for a moment there you had me really worried" said Dilshaad. "Nikaah Mubaraak my sweet bahu" she said with a hug for Zoya.
That started all the pleasantries for the night with all wishing the bridal couple Nikaah Mubaraak and hugging everyone in happiness. The music began, the food rolled in, dancing started and singing could be heard. The celebration had begun. Asad Ahmed Khan and Zoya Farooki had finally gotten married.
A little later.
Asad and Zoya had stolen a few moments together and walked out into the night. The outside was just as elaborately decorated as the inside was with fairy lights spread over the huge trees and fountains raining drops of water majestically. They stopped and looked at each other in total happiness, absorbed in each other's gaze. Asad ran his hand over her face and Zoya closed her eyes in pleasure, lost in his touch.
"Happy,Mrs Khan?"
Zoya smiled at that. "Very" she replied. "You know Mr Khan in New York there is a tradition that couples share vows with each other. So, do you have anything special to say to me?"
"I love you Zoya".
Zoya rolled her eyes at him. "I know that. I mean don't you want to say anything else to me".
"I'm hungry" he said.
She smacked his arm and said "Everyone was right. They warned me that after marriage romance dies and see it's true. Married for not even two hours and already you forgot how to be romantic. Do you not remember everything that I've taught you" she asked in a huff.
"So the saying is true" Asad said while she stared at him with raised brows. "That after marriage wives turn into shrews and beat their husbands" he said while rubbing his arm where Zoya had smacked him.
"Are you calling me a shrew?"
"Now when did I say that? I said wives".
"Then what am I?"
"Zoya" he said.
"I know who I am Mr Khan, but it seems as if you have forgotten. So when you remember you can come find me" she said and turned to walk away.
"Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan" he said. She stopped while he walked to her and faced her. "You rocked my world. You stormed into my life like a tornado and turned it upside down. You scrambled my thoughts and made my heat skip beats. You gave me sleepless nights and days fraught with drama. You have fought with me and fought for me. I never thought that I could feel this way about anyone the way I feel about you. You fill me with your love. You have brought laughter into my once silent life and home. You have filled me with your vibrant colour that I no longer prefer black and white anymore. You make me want to be a better person. You have taught me forgiveness but most important you have taught me to live. Without you there is no life for me because you are the very essence of my breath, the other half of my soul. You complete me" he said clearly and eloquently.
He wiped the tears that ran down her cheeks. He watched her gulp in a breath and heard her say "I love you Mr Khan. I came to India in search of my roots and a father I never knew but I found you instead a rude, arrogant and gorgeous man. I had never thought that I would ever fall in love especially with someone like you. You are a neat freak and I'm messy. You are silent while I'm loud. I'm intelligent while you are..." she trailed off while he cleared his throat warningly and arched his brows.
"Super intelligent" she smiled. "For falling in love with this hot and happening woman" she said with the batting of her eyes. You have protected me from every danger and gave me a beautiful family. If I complete you then you make me whole. You fill me with passion and make all my dreams come true. You are my prince charming and my dark knight all in one" she said emotionally.
"Wow, Mrs Khan. We are pretty good with these vows eh?" he said arching his brows comically. "You know I heard there's another tradition in New York that the groom gets to kiss his bride so, what do you say? Shall we complete that as well?" he asked with a wink.
Zoya clasped her hands around his neck and said "Be my guest. Since we're completing all traditions both eastern and western we shouldn't stop half way, it just would not be fair".
So under the stars and surrounded with happiness the lovers sealed their vows and commitments with the sweetest, softest and gentlest of kisses celebrating the first of many special moments.
So, how was it?
If I get enough likes and comments by the 13th of February I could be persuaded to adding a second part entitled SUHAAGRAAT as a Valentine's Day treat. I'm thinking by the 40th page that seems fair. If you are reading my Asya SS - IN THE HEAT OF THE MOMENT 18+ then you'll know what to expect. All up to you guys.
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