AsYa SS~Melt My Heart To Stone~ NOTE page 48! Jan7'15 - Page 16

and bada saa congratz
is idiot tablite se pics upload nhe hote so aesa hi lelo...

Originally posted by: asyaarshilover

and bada saa congratz
is idiot tablite se pics upload nhe hote so aesa hi lelo...

Originally posted by: Emaani.95

Koi baat nahi!!😳

Thankyou very much 🤗

You're the first one to congratulate me on this.😆

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my pleasure 🤗
haha yay party time for me 🥳

Originally posted by: asyaarshilover

😃
my pleasure 🤗
haha yay party time for me 🥳

Originally posted by: Emaani.95

You go party and I am going downstairs for sehri.😆

Allah Hafiz :)

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me to have to go for sehri
Allah-Hafiz

Originally posted by: asyaarshilover

so when we are getting an update emaan??

haan update kaha hai emaan?😃

Originally posted by: Emaani.95

Ab toh update kerna hi paray ga. 🤗

karo bhi😳

I am sorry guys us din i went to make sehri and couldnt get back to you people!

Waise Emaani congo you are a dazzler siso...=D

Chapter 2

Of course it came as a surprise to Zoya when she saw the same face walking towards her in the kitchen a few minutes back. Asad was the guy she had helped that day. And then like a thunder bolt so many questions invaded her mind. Why was he an addict? Or was he still an addict? And then how come he be an achiever with such a dark history. It confused her and it became difficult to connect his persona to what she knew about him. But that wasn't much bothering her then... what really bothered her were his occasional stares which diffused into the crowd the moment she tried looking at him. Not that she actually did; she never wanted that awkward eye contact with him.

Zoya was sure he did not know that he was once at her mercy. And these momentous intent looks had nothing to do with it. But uncomfortable is the moment when you can feel the intensity of someone's eyes on you and you desperately try to ignore it. Many times she thought she would respond back with an equal intent stare but what then... she would know what those eyes held for her. And she did not want to know that.

Zoya felt awkward and tried escaping the place but it wasn't quite possible with the girls around. Her second cousins belonged to financially poor but morally upright backgrounds. They knew how to indulge themselves in family's functions and no one ever bothered discussing their status. It's not good to do that anyway.

"Oh my God...Zoya your cousins' dresses...are they coming straight from 19^th century...old and tacky...out of fashion must be an understatement here." Najma commented as Zoya shoved out of the crowd to grab herself some water. She gawked at her not able to digest her words for a minute.

"We don't befriend clothes...we befriend people..." She was clearly irate at her words but this was all she could say before excusing herself. Najma sighed and slacked down on the couch addressing Razia this time.

"Razia aunty could you please bring me a glass of water... my throat is parched..." She said surprising Zoya all the more. She had never seen anyone in the family ordering their elders like this. Razia smiled outwardly and nodded her head. Zoya stopped her and said she would bring it.

"How outrageously sensible of her..." She grumbled on her way. First her brother wouldn't stop his blatant stares and now the sister lived in her own messed up bubble.

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Zoya took photographs as the family members applied hina on Nikhat's hand and gave money as alms to draw the evil vices away from her next phase in life. Every one was happy all expect one face. Imran looked perpetually annoyed or Zoya felt so. He wasn't smiling not even when she called out to him to smile in front of the camera. Perhaps he was so serious or perhaps he was like his siblings...annoying. She rolled her eyes and thought ...birds of a feather flock together. All eggs in the basket were rotten... She wondered what it would be like for Nikhat to live in such a knotty family and pitied her fate.

"Zoya when will you put hina on her hand...give this to me and go..." Humera seized the camera from her and pushed her towards where Nikhat was sitting. Zoya smiled at Nikhat who looked the happiest person there. She took her seat beside her and did the rituals. From the corner of her eyes she saw Asad raising his cell phone and... FLASH. There she was safe in his cell phones memory. Her cheeks burned red as she took in the moment. The flash actually colored her face a lighter shade of scarlet. No one had noticed and she pretended she hadn't noticed it too but inside she was boiling at his audacity. How could he...?

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After the rituals were almost over the two families were there busy chatting. Dilshad occasionally skipped at the beats and did the traditional thumka as the girls sang. Everyone laughed... Zoya felt horrible for her. No one was dancing why would she want to be the odd one out. They weren't the family who would dance in their mehndi's functions. Yeah the girls did it when no men were around but no one ever did it in a mixed gathering. The old lady was perhaps too ecstatic to notice that...

Zoya and the girls left for the terrace where the dinner was set for them. Zoya sighed in relief as she got rid of the peck a glance game Asad was playing. She slumped on the wooden swing on the rooftop and let the fresh air sprinkle calmness over her visage. It felt so good here in the open out of everyone's reach out of the reach of two obnoxious eyes which now followed her like a shadow. Ignore... Ignore...she reminded herself. If I wont respond how long will he play?

Nikhat came and sat beside her.

"So how was it... dulhan..." Zoya hesitated and then smirked at the last word. Nikhat was so original and so perfect an example of a desi girl.

"Don't tease me...Zo" She said brushing her hand in the air. Zoya felt Nikhat's cheeks flushing red. She wanted to laugh out loud.

"I saw someone whispering in someone's ears... What did he say?" Zoya asked curiously.

"He said.." Nikhat began and then stopped abruptly. "Wait...why should I tell you?...these are my moments...you wait for your own..."

Zoya laughed. "Come on ...five years..."

"Who knows...? It could-" Nikhat was saying when Zoya cut her in between. "No man can come between me and my books..."

Both laughed at Zoya's dramatic tone.

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Asad went out with the guys after the function cooled down. He wanted to puff his breaths with smoke. There he took out his little palm top and tapped his fingers on the screen. There it was... She was offering some sweets to Nikhat. Only her dupatta (Stole), she liked keeping on her head around men, had flung over her right cheek. But most of her features were clearly visible. That yellow fabric did actually compliment her way too well.

He smirked at his own teenage frolics. He thought she wasn't aware of the fact that he had stolen a pic with out her consent. But she had triggered him to do so. He wondered why... She was beautiful but he had seen more beautiful girls than her. Her seriousness which guarded her 24/7 was a bit too attractive, he thought. A smile kissed his lips.

Perhaps she knows I cant take my eyes off her. But why would she never make that eye contact; it sometimes irked the hell out of him. But he was a patient spectator.

"Kab tak Zoya...?" He said rather softly to himself merely. It had been a little while his eyes had been glued to the screen. His friend poked him and raised his brow in question. He shuddered and tossed the little gadget in his pocket.

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Zoya was busy texting her friends when the flash blinded her vision for mere seconds. She gasped...

"That idiot has my photograph..." She growled. How she wanted to put him on a scaffold for being so bold. Even the memory of his intent eyes and emanating rays made her cheeks go red. She did not like the feeling of it.

"I'll see how you do that again...Mr. Shameless Khan." She thought out aloud and wondered why he looked so fresh if he was still on drugs. But it was never justified that he still was or he ever was. But Doctor Uncle wont lie to her. She had to ask him. It wasn't that long ago...or was it?

She dialed a number and then an extension. Someone on the other side picked.

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