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I was watching the old episodes...was watching nikhat and haseena bi s taunts about her color and stuff so thought to write this os.Since not many eould be interested on reading on nikhat i wrote it on asya.
The wind caressed her cheeks,blood rushing to her cheeks in a gush,her forehead lined with sweat.There was nothing better than jogging at 6 in the morning.She started at a slow pace,but later increased her pace,the bitter memories causing her to increase her pace.She ran.With the headphones plugged on her ears,she just let her feet carry her away from this harsh world.Away from all their taunts.Away from her sorrow,away from her pain which crumpled her everyday.Every single day.
'Apply this fairness cream'
'We were looking for a fair bride'
'Dont go out in the sun'
She stopped,removing her headphoned,closing her ears to stop the noises in her head.What is wrong with being wheatish?She was 28,her parents still searching for a bridegroom.But,due to her color they faced problems.She still couldnt get the fact why did the society feel that girls who were fair were best suited for their sons.
Does everyone need to be fair beautiful to be a perfect wife material.What happened to the heart?Why can't someone life somebody just the way they are?Are only beautiful girls entitled to good husbands?What happens to those who are average looking?Why is beauty always measured with the color of your skin.Isn't black beautiful?
When her breathing returned back to normal,she started again.She ran so fast,running away from those taunts,running away from the noises which refused to leave her head.She had long lost hope of finding her prince charming,one that could look beyond her color.After being rejected several times she just hated words like love or marriage.
In her own rage,she ran so fast that she collided with someone,causing her headphones dropping in the process.'Allah miya what's wrong with you?',she yelled,bending down to retrieve her headphones.'Sorry'.
She glanced to the source of the voice.A pair of chocolate brown eyes stared back at her.Her eyes drifted to the rest of his face.She was hynotised.It was by far the most hndsome face she had ever seen.He was smiling at her,his dimples adorning his face.A bead of sweat travelling down his perfect brows to his chisseled jaw.She noticed the dart thick hair which were wet with sweat.The wet look enhancing his features.
She realised she was ogling at him,sitting on her haunches.She got up,ignoring the sudden heat she felt on her cheeks.'Cant you watch were you're going',she snapped.
His face looked amused.'I said I am sorry',he pinted out.
She snorted.'Yeah,do a mistake and say sorry'
He shot her a disbelieving look'Look miss it was not entirely my fault,you could have watched out as well.Infact,it was you who bumped into me'.
She pointed a finger at him.'Dont try to act smart'
He grinned.'I already am smart'
She groaned.'You know what just don't appear in front of me ever again',she warned and started with her jog.
'Interesting',he mused,a small smile playing on his lips.
One week later
'Zoya get ready,some people are going to come to our house'
'Who are coming mom?',inquired zoya.
'The boy s side are coming.Maybe this time he might be your prince charming',her mothers voice chimned in.
She felt a tug,hearing the hope in her mothers tone.She knew her parents were worried about her marriage.
She dint want to get married or go through the process of rejection again.But,she had to do this for her parents sake.She agreed.
Her heart fluttered against her chest,she could feel everyone s eyes on her.She was sitting on the sofa,feeling like some object with everyone s gaze on her.While descending down the stairs,she dint dare to cast a glance at the guest,too nervous to even look at them
'I guess we should let the boy and the girl speak for sometime '
She clutched her lehenge,getting more nervous at someone s suggestion.She was led to outside by her cousin,she could hear the footsteps of a person behind her.She gulped very well knowing it was the guy whose family had come to see her.
He cleared his throat.In her nervousness,she dint see the boy itself.Very slowly,from under her eyelashes she cast a glance at the person in front of her.
'You?',she shrieked.
He bit his lips.'Hello again',he greeted,a grin adorning his face.
It was the same guy she bumped into.The one she collided with.'What are you doing here?'
He shrugged'I am here in search for a bride for myself'.
She snorted.'Yeah right!'
'Even if you're the last person on earth I won't get married to you',she challenged.
He grinned.'And I will get married only to you'
She gasped.
'Why do you want to get married to me,I am not even beautiful',she mumbled.
He cupped her cheeks.'From the moment I saw you,I knew you were the one for me.And,look through my eyes you're the most beautiful girl I have ever seen'
Her eyes were misty looking at his searing gaze.'I was searching for you like crazy.After a lot of trouble i found about you and arranged for this meeting'
Her heart swelled with happiness.
'So v ll you marry me',he asked.
She looked at him for a long time.'Whats your name?'
He chuckled.'Thats so stupid of me,i am Asad Ahmed Khan '
She stiffled her giggle which treaten to leave her lips.'Look i know this is completely crazy but i want to spend the rest of my life with you.From the moment i saw you,i couldn't think of anything else.I know you're going to think i am totally crazy but i-i love you.I dint know love at first sight existed before i saw you.I promise i ll keep you really happy after our marriage,just get married to me',he pleaded.
She always doubted whether her price charming ever existed.She dint know someone could love her just the way she was.She was really happy to find her Mr perfect who found her beautiful.
'So what's your answer?',he hinted.
'Yes'
He engulfed her in his arms.'I love you zoya'
'I-i'
'Its okay you can say it when you really feel it.After all we have our whole life for you to fall in love with me'
She smiled,thanking god for taking his own time for planning their perfect love story.
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