Story 1 ZaYa: A Chance Encounter
Part 1: Prologue
Mumbai, India
Grant Medical College
Beginning of Summer Break/6pm.
The doors to the college campus opened wide to let the fresh air in as the students flooded out into the heat.
A group of girls wearing mini skirts to a group of guys wearing beans flowed out as a young girl age twenty-three walked out carrying her books and papers.
She smiled as she walked down the street to her friend's apartment. She looked at the smiles of children as she walked by them and across the street unaware of a car coming her way.
The car honked so loud that she realized there was a car coming toward her. The car could not stop but she managed to jump out of the way.
But she landed into a pile of dirt and hay with all of her paper work and books flying everywhere.
"This is great." She sarcastically muttered as the car stopped as she was picking up her work.
Her hand landed on a shoe and she looked up to see a handsome young man around the age of twenty seven stare at her with an awestruck look.
"Um..." She awkwardly muttered before he reached his hand down to help her.
"I am so sorry." He grabbed her arm gently and helped her up.
"It's okay." she smiled as she watched him bend down and pick her papers up.
He handed her the papers and offered her a kind smile.
"My name is Zain," He held out his hand for a handshake.
"Aaliya." She smiled at him.
Story 2 AsYa: Arranged Marriage Saga
Part 1: prologue
Bhopal, India
Khan Villa
Summer Time/6.pm.
"Asad, Beta. Please, talk to Zoya. Bechari is very upset." Dilshad
"Ammi, woh bechari nahi hai! And I will not talk to her. Do you know how embarrassing it was for me to cut my meetings short? Tanu and Farhan were smiling at me and calling Ms. Farooqui, 'Bhabhi'." Asad retorted.
"But Asad..." Dilshad begged.
"But nothing? Ms. Farooqui is nothing but a rude and bratty American girl like other typical American girls. I hate her... It would be better if she left. Poor Tamataar has to deal with her shenanigans. And also, if she left, she would not influence Tamataar." Asad scowled as he left the living room with an angry stride unaware that a pair of eyes were watching him.
Zoya let out a sigh that she was holding, she wanted to get something to eat but Mr. Khan and Phuphi's conversation sounded more appealing to her because it impressed her that out of all the rooms in this house, they would pick the living room. And they were talking about her so that was a reason too.
She understood why Asad hated her and her ways but today she went too far with it, all she was trying to do was to protect Najma from eve teasers but it was her who got arrested.
And it was Mr. Khan who bailed her out... She still could remember the death glare he would give her. And it also made her realize that she was in love with him after she saw him with his family and his smile.
Dilshad walked upstairs to her room as Zoya walked into the kitchen but when she sat down, she felt someone touch her shoulder.
Najma offered a small smile before she pulled out some ice in two bowls for her and Zoya.
They sat down, silently eating Chocolate Ice Cream.
"Help me be traditional, modest and quiet like you!" Zoya blurted out as her and Najma's eyes widen.
"What?" Najma asked, wondering what she heard.
"Ever since as a child, my other sister Zeenat always got compliments for being perfect, modest and traditional. The 'Perfect Indian Girl' that is every desi man's dream while Ariel, my other siblings(Jesse, Benjamin) and I could not care less about traditions. Plus, my either Jewish, Muslim, or Christian relatives would always compare us to her and tell us we need to change to traditional Desi people like y'all here, but my parents would get upset if they say that and defend us, telling them that we are 'raised in the church to be faithful Christians and Honorable people who respect everyone's way of life.' and 'our clothes or American ideas are not our character.' But I think that they do want us to be like Appi. On an another note, I like your bh..." Zoya muttered the last part.
"What was that..." Najma smirked.
"I love your bh..." Zoya muttered again.
"Huh?" Najma asked.
"Fine, I like your Asad Bhai! Happy?' Zoya whispered.
Najma let out a small laugh and nodded, "I heard it the first time but I wanted to hear you say it again. And yes, I will help you."
Unaware that Dilshad was listening.
Zoya smiled that she will be on a clean slate tomorrow since Mr. Khan is leaving for a two week business trip.
Goodbye Crazy Happening Tomboy Zoya with Jeans and Hello! Miss Salwar Kameez Zoya.
Meanwhile
In Asad's room,
He was pacing back and forth, furious at Zoya.
He hated her with passion because she was the only girl that he gave a second thought to. She made him feel that he was like a dictator and that she did not respect him.
He hated women like her those who lacked modest, values, and brains.
Ever since, Mr. Rashid Ahmed Khan abandoned them seventeen years ago, he turned bitter and one of his collegemates suggested living the playboy lifestyle by using intercourse as therapy.
He was skeptical about it but after watching Zain and Ryan doing it to relieve stress, he followed them. But now it was normal for him since he picked the typical traditional girls(the ones who cover their heads) and the girls do it for money not love.
Asad sighed as Dilshad opened the door.
"Beta, can I ask you something?" Dilshad gently asked.
Asad nodded as Dilshad smirked.
"I want you to marry Zoya..." She told him.
Story 3 ArShi: Forced Love
Part 1: Prologue
Lucknow, India
ASR OFFICE
Summer time/ 6 pm.
"Miss Gupta, I want you to sign this...Now!" Arnav glared.
"No! You can't make me..." Khushi yelled angrily as Arnav strode furiously to her.
pinning her to the door.
"I will make you! One way or the other." He scowled.
Khushi was shaking with both fear and intrigue as she stared down Arnav.
"Yes." She whispered.
Precap:
Rizwan and Aayat
Ryan and Ariel
PS: ZaYa are not cousins in this FF or any of my fics because it is uncomfortable for me to write it. And cousins marriage is weird to me so please respect that.
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