'Ab Ghar Chale?'~ZaYa TS **LAST PART UP** 21/06 - Page 8

Originally posted by: ZaYaFan1

Hahah! same was my case when I joined IF two or three months back!! 😛 Btw, parhai karlo 😆

Originally posted by: SabrinaMalik

Look phir chali aayi mein, LOL.

Yeah, padhai kar hi loon toh acha hai, it's my 12th grade. 😆

BTW, are you in school? or college?

And since we've become friends now, what should I refer you as?

ZaYaFan only? Or do you have a name?😛

Originally posted by: ZaYaFan1

Dheet insaan 😛 ahh! 12th garde.. I'm in school, 8th grade (actually I've my result tomorrow,then ninth grade from August 😃 finally i'm growing 😛) lol... of course I've a name 😉 It's Hermain ! 😃

Originally posted by: SabrinaMalik

Hermain? I'm sorry but how do you pronounce it?😕 Her-Main only?

It's a girl's name yeah? Actually it will be girls name only. no guy can love Zain that much 😆

It's unique, by the way.

P.S.--Results ke liye best of luck. Top karna class mein. 😛

P.P.S-- I'm shutting down my computer now! Kuch nahi padha hai. Will come o/l at night after watching the epi!

Originally posted by: iAkshata

Just read all the parts today! You write SO well! Great job :) ThankYou ^^

Can't wait for the next update.

Best of luck for your exams! Don't think about ZaYa too much while studying 😛 You really think that's possbile?

Last I updated was on 28th May 2014.

To say I was late would be an understatement. So I choose to say nothing.

But one thing I'd really like to share with you all. Do you know what I call writers who leave their stories unfinished without a valid reason? Shitty writers.

And I was going to turn into one if not for the lovely Hermain (-ZaYalicious-) who was the only one who persisted and made me finish this TS off.

I put it on hold because of my exams and after that I lost inspiration cause the confession track was long over and I thought who will read it now?

And none of you even came back to me asking me to finish it off. I was happy in a way that I didn't break many hearts.

Hermain made me realize that even if there's one person in this wide world who wants to read my story then I should write.

And so I wrote.

Thank You Hermain.

Thank You all who read my story.

And special Thank You to those who will finish it. 😊

Scroll Down for the next part.

THIS CHAPTER IS SOLELY DEDICATED TO HERMAIN (-ZaYalicious-). IF NOT FOR HER, I'D NEVER HAVE WRITTEN IT.

RECAP: Aaliya and Zain are in Mariam's engagement. Haseena Bi creates a drama over her newspaper dance partner stating she wants Zain much to Aaliya's annoyance. Najma shooes Haseena Bi away and Aaliya and Zain begin their newspaper dance.

***

The newspaper had become so small that it couldn't become any smaller. It amounted to mere centimeters.

But Zain and Aaliya had no troubles in keeping up. There wasn't any skill required in this dance really, not for them atleast. Their bodies just seemed to fit each other's so perfectly. Each curve and crook made as if they were destined to be together.

To top it all the DJ changed the song to Tune Jo Na Kaha from New York.

Tune Jo Na Kaha,
Mein Woh Sunta Raha.
Khamakha Bewajah Khwaab Bunta Raha.

The wind was blowing but time..time stood still for the two as they swayed to the music and drowned in each other's eyes. Being so close to one another threw rationality out of the window and both of them just wanted this moment..this perfect moment to last forever and ever and ever.

Jaane Kiski Humein Lag Gayi Hai Nazar,
Is Shehar Mein Na Apna Tikana Raha...

The weather seemingly was not in their favor but. Suddenly there was an illuminating streak of lightening in the pitch black sky followed by a roar of thunder.

But this time lightening acted as the megawatt smile of nature bringing the two lovebirds even more closer. Aaliya clutched the lapels of his coat and Zain tightened his arms around her waist.

Door Chahat Se Mein Apni Chalta Raha...
Khamakhaa Bewajah Khwaab Bunta Raha.

It began as a whispering in the air. And then it was sprinkling. The pitter patter increased as the first pearls of rain descended from the skies wetting both Zain and Aaliya. Water ran down their faces and while the world was havoc around them, all they could see was one another.

"Aaliyaaa.." Zain said in his husky voice.

"Zainn..."

They were both breathing heavily. Zain leaned into her face his eyes encapsulated by her beauty. Her green orbs, her wet eyelashes, her rosy lips which begged to be kissed.

His breath was fanning her face and Aaliya closed her eyes, a sense of euphoria washing over her.

Cheers erupted from the crowd as the last of the couples stumbled from their newspaper running to take shelter from the downpour which was increasing becoming more and more.

This brought Zain and Aalia out of their reverie and they broke apart. They proceeded towards the the tent to take shelter.

Both were shivering by now. "Aapi! Jeeju! Congratss. Mein jaanti thi aap dono hi jeetenge!" Najma chirped.

Both looked away embarrassed that they got carried away in the middle of an audience.

"Najma! Chalo jaao pareshan mat karo in dono ko. Dekho kaise kaanp rahe henge." Shabana said.

"Beta tum dono ghar jaao, kapde badlo. Varna sardi lag jayegi. Mausam bahot kharab hai, dekh kar jaana!" she ushered them towards the exit.

***

"Mamu ki bhaanji!" Zain screamed for the umpteenth time from inside the washroom.

"MKB! Dimaag ke saath saath have you lost your ears too? Aaliya? I want my clothes. Aaliyaaa!" Zain shouted at the top of his voice but with no luck.

"Theek hai. Nahin dogi na? Okay! Mein aise hi bahar aa raha hoon." He tried this, hoping she'd get his clothes now, since she didn't like him Nanga Punga.

There was still no reply.

"Okay Aaliya I'm coming out now, Samjhi? Mein aa raha hoon. NAKED!" He shrieked. Let her not bring the clothes. He was anyways besharam only. He'd walk out. Who cares?

He started to unlock the door but pulled a towel and wraped it around his waist. He was not that besharam after all.

"Huh, tum hogi besharam. Mein inta bhi nahi hoon ki--" He started. But there was no sing of Aaliya in the room.

"Mamu Ki Bhanji? Kahan ho tum?" He asked.

"Aaliya?" he was panicking now.

"Itni baarish ho rahi hai. Kahin gayi hogi? Why is she so frustrating?" He walked out of his room wrapped merely in a towel forgetting to wear his clothes due to his worry for his beloved wife.

There was a power cut he guessed. Because the house was dark ad silent. The only sound was of the pitter patter of the rain falling in tons outside.

He cursed. Why was the girl so irresponsible? Now where will he find her?

"Aali--" He started but then he heard a whimper and then a groan and finally a cry of irritation.

He was hyperventilating by now. What has happened to his Aaliya? He ran towards the source of the noise.

"Aaliya? Aaliya? I'm here tum--" He reached the door and threw it ajar.

If he expected her in pain and anguish or anything closely related, he might've been quite disappointed. There were two candles on the dressing table and his girl was standing in front of the mirror, her saree pooling at her feet with his back to her.

He ran toward her and held her by her shoulders. "Aaliya? Aaliya tum theek to ho na? Kya hua tum--tum aise kyu chilla rahi thi? Are you okay? TUmhe lagi kya? Tum--" He kept on blabbering worry written all across his innocent face.

Aaliya smiled. "Zain! Oh God Zain! Chup! Kuch nahin hua mujhe! Okay? I'm all good. Look." She said motioning to herself.

And then realized the mistake she made. Her pallu was on the floor exposing her front.

She jumped and turned Zain around. "Nahin! Matlab nahin dekho mujhe! Mein theek nahin hoon." She shrieked searching the ground for the correct side of her sarre which held her pallu.

Zain was confused yet again. "Theek nahin ho? Kya hua? Are you hurt? Tum--" He panicked again.

"Zain!" He heard her muffled voice and then he saw her sitting down, holding his legs.

"What the--" He twirled.

"Zain. Mera. Pallu. Under. Your. Shoe!" She said. She was losing her patience now.

He sat down realizing what all the ruckus was about and picking up her pallu he wrapped it around her.

"Thanks." She said softly.

"Yeah..Ab batao kya chilla rahi thi tum?" he asked his eyes full of concern.

"The knot. Blouse ki knot nahi khul rahi." She said looking down.

He smiled at her innocent face."Bas itni si baat? Let me see." He turned her and tried the knot straining his hands to touch the only knot and not wander on her back.

But the knot being done so tight was not helping.

"Bahot tight hai. Nahin khul rahi." He sighed.

"Oh! Thanks for stating the obvious. I' obliged." She said sarcastically.

"Idea!" he said, his face brightening up in the dim light of the candles.

"Scissors! Kaat dete hain dori. Kaam Khatam, Paisa hazam!" he said triumphly.

"Have you lost it? Never, I'm not allowing it. This is my favorite saare. I will not let you ruin it." she said crossing her arms.

"Okay then. I'll have to do this." He sighed turning her around.

"What? What do you have to do? Zai--" She froze as she felt his lips on her back.

"Zainn..tum.." Her lips quivered. She cursed herself for losing her cool so easily when he was around. She started to move away but a bare arm snaked it's way across her stomach and pulled her back.

"Shh..." He mumbled. His lips moving on her back. "Knot khol raha hoon, Mamu ki Bhaanji. Stand straight for a minute, could you?" Zain murmured.

He tried the knot with his teeth and slowly and steadily it was getting undone, much to his disappointment.

"Zain. Jaldi karo!" "Kar raha hoon na. Kitni besabar ho tum!"

One more tug and it came undone in his hands. "Ho gaya!" he said trimphly.

"Kaun besabar hai bhai?" And suddenly there was light as Ghulam Saheb and Shabana entered the room.

They looked at the duo who were in a very compromising position. A semi-naked Zain and Aaliya whose clothing didn't look good either at the moment.

Aaliya looked at Zain and realized he was wearing almost nothing. She turned a deep shade of red. What would Ammi Abbu think? "Ammi woh..." Aaliya started.

"Koi nahi beta. Ham chalte hain." Shabana smiled knowingly at them "Tum log karo...jo kar rahe the." And she shut the door dragging Ghulam Saheb with her.

"Tum-- tum kapde kyun nahin pehne ho? Idiot! Ammi Abbu kya soch rahe honge?"

"Sochne do. Waise bhi it's not like we were doing anything wrong. We're married baby." He said walking towards the door.

"It's legal. " He smirked and disappeared.

"But-- Arey but we were not doing anything. Zain--Ugh ye ladka! Pagal kahin ka!" She huffed in annoyance.

***

Aaliya lay on her side of the bed and Zain went on ranting about how tiring his trip to Bhopal was and how drained of energy he was.

"Zain you do realize that I'm not listening to your crap, right? Are you talking to the walls?" Aaliya asked in annoyance.

"You? Walls? I'm talking to neither! I'm talking to my wife. Look." He said.

Aaliya got up to look.

"See? Meet my new wife, Sensible Aaliya. She's cute ain't, she?" He said motioning to the pillow he was hugging. "And much more sensible." He added as an afterthought.

"Zain tumhe bukhaar toh nain hai? Zain you're like really losing it." Aaliya said.

"Losing it nahin. Please aap zara yahaan se jaiye. Sensible Aaliya doesn't like when people disturb her private time with her hubby. She's really wild when it comes to me. Right baby? " He said to the pillow pulling it's imaginary cheeks.

Aaliya really couldn't think of anything to say. So praying to Allah to knock sense into her husband she turned to her side of the bed and closed her eyes. Sleep washing over her like waves on a sea shore.