So finally i'm here with the officially last part of this story, this part goes out to each and every reader who ever read, liked, commented on this story ! 🤗 ❤️, let me warn u that its very long and that the end is emotional, i was crying while writing the end ! 😆
EPILOGUE :*****1 year later*****
On a fine sunday morning, Asad was doing his routine work-out in his jogger trouser and a wet with sweat vest, he was doing his push-ups when he heard a giggling sound which was followed by clapping, he smiled, he didn't needed to look up to know who it was, because soon, the little intruder came crawling towards his father.
Rizwan stood up with the help of his father's hair and started hitting Asad's head with his two tiny hands whenever he would be up on his elbows, soon he took it as a game and started giggling and clapping while mumbling 'Sadd', yes, the juinor Rizwan Ahmed Khan called his father by his name because he heard that all day long by all the other family members.
When Asad heard him say that, he stopped and shook his head on his little tummy, making him fall backwards on the grass and giggle loudly.
Asad took him in his arms and lay on his back while holding Rizwan up and scolding him lovingly, "Bad manners, Champ ! Say 'Abbu' !", Asad cooed him and after some time, finally Rizwan said something like 'Ba'.
On hearing that, Asad got happy and lay him on the grass before shaking his head in his little tummy, making him giggle and clutch Asad's hair.
Zoya was looking for Rizwan when she heard giggling sounds coming from the backyard, she curiously went there and saw Asad playing with Rizwan, she smiled at the sight which greeted her, then finally, the father-son lay side-to-side on the grass, giggling together.
"Hey, mere bachon ki Ammi ! Kind to help ?" Asad asked holding his hand out when he saw Zoya staring at them.
"Of course not, mere bachon ke Abbu ! Aapke six-packs kab kaam aayenge ?" Zoya winked at him mischievously but when Asad pouted she gave in.
Zoya took Asad's hand in his to help him in getting up, but instead of that, he pulled her down on his chest before rolling, so that he was on top of her.
"Asaaad !! You are sweating ! Let go !!" Zoya tried to push him away but he leaned down, making all her attempts futile, by pressing her down further and making her blush.
"Kya keh rahi thi, mere bachon ki Ammi ?" Asad said leaning down to kiss her, Zoya closed her eyes with a blush waiting for the contact but it never came.
Zoya opened her eyes to see Rizwan pulling Asad's hair in his fist up and at that moment she burst into fits of laughter looking at Asad's helpless expression that he gave to Rizwan, as if innocenting himself from doing anything.
"Champ, as much as i love you... You ruined all the fun !" Asad shook his head disappointedly while looking at his son who still had his father's hair in his fist and Zoya was still laughing.
"Apne Abbu pe gaya hai ! Auraton ki izzat bachana jaanta hai ! Aur yahan toh waise bhi uski apni Ammi pe assault ho raha tha toh bachana bhi toh banta hai !" Zoya said through her fits of laughter and Asad grabbed Rizwan with his other arm and made him lie on the grass next to them before leaning down towards Zoya's face with a smirk.
"Assault ? Voh toh ab hoga..." Asad said huskily while leaning down towards her lips while Zoya blushed and reprimanded him because Rizwan was there but Asad couldn't care less about a one year old baby witnessing his parents kissing.
Asad and Zoya only waited for the contact but froze in their tracks when they heard an innocent voice, asking, "Ammi, Abbu, kya kar rahe hain aap log ?", a four years old Asma asked this from behind and both blushed profusely at being caught by their daughter, Rizwan was still one year old but Asma was big enough to not witness such scenes.
Zoya pushed Asad away to straighten themselves to which he complied then hesitatingly looked up at their daughter who was holding her doll and looking at her parents curiously in her still night-suit.
"Kuch nahi, princess... The thing is that... Voh... Your Abbu fell on me and since he was so heavy, i fell backwards and both of us landed on the grass..." Zoya explained lamely while Asad gave sheepish looks to Asma and Rizwan looked at them wide-eyes, as if scandalized by the white-lie but Asma bought it easily.
She rushed towards her father and asked him to play with her to the horse and he looked at her helplessly because she wanted him to crawl with her on his back which didn't go well with him while Zoya giggled at his expressions after picking up and kissing Rizwan's cheek.
"Princess, actually, i didn't finished working out so why don't you help me ?" Asad said smirking at Zoya and lying on the grass in push-up position asking Asma to climb on her back as it would fulfill her wish and make him finish his work-out session.
Zoya gave an impressed look at Asad while he just winked at her mischievously making her giggle again.
Zoya bent down on her knees next to them and kissed Asma's cheeks first to not make it obvious, before leaning down and kissing Asad's dented cheeks while lingering there, it made him look up at her and as soon as he looked at her, his support on his elbows weakened and he slumped to the ground, making Asma whin and Zoya laugh, she left after winking at him mischievously with Rizwan in her arms, he only sighed dreamily before continuing his work-out session with a huge grin.
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After showering and romancing his wife a little, Asad went out for breakfast, unaware to the fact that he'll be regretting coming out of his room.
As soon as he sat on his chair, Dilshad and Zoya who were in the kitchen started murmuring things to each other which didn't go unnoticed by Asad but he decided not to prode in women matters and started reading the newspaper while Najma came with Asma who had dressed her niece up and Rizwan was already seated in his high baby-chair, playing with a spoon.
Once they were all seated, Dilshad asked Zoya through her eyes to speak to Asad but she had denied and told that she was the mother so she needed to talk to them, unaware to them Asad was getting irritated by their behaviour and bucked in, even though he didn't wanted to do so a little while ago.
"Ammi, Zoya, kya baat hai ?" Asad asked while sipping his coffee and eying them, Najma also looked at them, wondering what was going on.
"Najma ko ab Nikkah kar lena chahiye..." Dilshad said quickly but slow enough for Asad and Najma to choke on their respective coffee and egg, they were fast comforted with Zoya for Asad and Dilshad to Najma on their sides.
Najma's eyes widened and froze on her position while Asad tried to control his emotions.
"Ammi, Najma abhi bohot choti hai, usse in sab cheezon mein ulajhne ki zaroorat nahi hai, Najma ka Nikkah nahi hoga, end of discussion ! Excuse me..." Asad said sternly and firmly, not ready to change his decision and getting up from the table to retire in his room but was stopped by Dilshad's voice.
"Asad, Najma ab badi ho gayi hai ! In fact, uski umar shaadi ke liye ho gayi hai ! Kab tak usko ghar pe rakhoge ? Kabhi na kabhi toh usko jaana padega na, usse bhi toh apne shohar ke ghar jaana hoga ! Iss argument mein sirf Najma ka hi nuksaan hoga, kyon ki agar tum aise hi react karte rahe toh Najma ko ache rishte milna hi band ho jayenge !" Dilshad reasoned Asad who turned around with an angered look but still in a calm tone towards his mother.
"Meri behen, mera Baby mujhpe bojh ('burden') nahi hai... Aur agar kisi ladke ne mooh uthakar bhi meri Baby ki taraf dekha, toh Ba Khuda main uski aankhein nikal ke uska mooh todh dounga !" Asad said with his jaw clenched and balled his fists, but his tone remained low for respect towards his mother, everybody looked at him wide-eyed.
"Asad ! Mera matlab voh nahi tha ! Najma meri beti hai ! Mujhpe kabhi bhi bojh nahi ban sakti ! Lekin kabhi na kabhi uska Nikkah toh karwana hi hoga na ! Aur jitna time lagaoge iss baat ko maan ne mein, utne hi ache ladke humari Najma ke liye choot jayenge !" Dilshad explained from her own point of view and Najma rose from her chair.
"Mujhe Nikkah nahi karna !" Najma exclaimed loudly before rushing to her room.
"Mujhe lagta hai ke aapko aapka jawab mil gaya hai..." Asad said before going in his room leaving a frustrated Dilshad with the scared children who assured them nothing to worry.
Zoya followed Asad once she had fed a hungry Rizwan, when she entered the room she saw Asad typing furiously on the laptop's keyboard, she watched him from the doorway for a moment and when he looked up at her understanding expression, he closed his laptop and grabbed his head in his hands with a loud sigh, Zoya sat next to him and rubbed his shoulder in a comforting manner, to which he lay his head in her lap and snuggled in her flat belly while she ran her hands in his smooth hair.
"Asad ?" Zoya asked softly after a moment of silence.
"Hmm..." Asad replied closing his eyes.
"Tamatar ka Nikkah...", before Zoya could finish, Asad opened his eyes and got up from her lap.
"Zoya, please ! Agar tum Baby ke Nikkah ke liye mujhse argue karne aayi ho, toh leave it !" Asad said looking at her sternly and getting up.
Before he could go, Zoya grabbed his fingers and pulled him back down next to her and he breathed heavily trying to calm himself down, she cupped his face and caressed his cheek and lay his head in her lap again.
"Agar aap baat nahi karna chahte toh it's ok, but i don't want you to go again in your shell ! Jab pehli baar Rizwan ne aapko 'Sadd' karke bulaya tha toh mujhe 2 din lage the aapko manane ke liye !" Zoya and Asad started giggling at the memory and he made himself comfortable on the floor with his head on her lap while she caressed his hair and dropped a kiss on his head.
"Main usse kaise jaane doun ?" Asad asked after sometime while encircling his arms around her waist and that's when she felt his tears through the thin fabric of her kurti, she ruffled his hair in a comforting manner while pressing him against her belly further, "She's my Baby... I agreed to her wanting to do her fashion designing course from Paris only because it was one of her dreams... Lekin tum nahi jaanti ke mere liye kitna mushkil tha usko airport chodhna... Mann toh mera kar raha tha ke main aage jaake usko apni baahon mein bhar loon aur kabhi kahin nahi jaane doun apne Baby ko..." Asad said through his sobs, and Zoya tightened her hold on him, trying to fight back her own tears.
Zoya let him speak today, she wanted him to pour his heart's feelings out, he pulled back and looked at her in the eye with his red eyes and tears rolling down his cheeks.
"Bachpan mein main hamesha Baby ko apne seene se laga ke soya karta tha... Hamesha se voh meri Baby thi, maine usko bade bhai tarah nahi rakha lekin BAAP ki tarah rakha hai ! Voh mere liye meri beti hai ! Main kaise usse jaane doun ?" Asad cried like a baby and Zoya sat on the floor with Asad and cupped his face in her palms feeling his pain, her own tears rolled down her cheeks while she silently consoled him who was looking down.
"Asad, meri taraf dekhein... Betiyaan har baap ke liye zimedaari hoti hain, aur voh zimedaari unka Nikkah karwake voh poori karte hain, aur ab waqt aa gaya hai ke aap apni pehli zimedaari poori karein, apne Baby ka Nikkah karwake..." Zoya said holding his face up to make him look at her in the eye and at her words, a lone tear rolled down his cheek, she wiped his cheeks then kissed his forehead.
"Kaise jaane doun ?" Asad's voice came out as a cry.
"Jaane dena padega !" Zoya stood on her knees and hugged his head to her chest and he only had the strength to put his arms around her waist while she kept assuring him and kissed his head occasionaly.
When he remembered something, he pulled away immediately, "Lekin Baby yeh Nikkah nahi karna chahti !" Asad smiled as if he found the solution to make his Baby stay with him.
"Asad, Tamatar ne mana iss liye kiya hai, kyon ki voh bhi apne Bhaijaan aur hum sab se door nahi rehna chahti ! Yeh sab kuch ek ladki ke liye normal hota hai !" Zoya said smiling at him but then his face fell and he sighed she combed his hair with her fingers in a way that his disheveled hair come back in their right place but then she cupped his face, "Lekin aisa toh nahi hai ke hum uski abhi ke abhi shaadi karwa rahe hain, abhi toh hum sirf ladke dekhna shuru karenge, ek pasand ayega toh usko jaanenge, ke kya voh humari Tamatar ke liye sahi hai ke nahi, phir jaake hum shaadi karwane ki sochenge !" Zoya said as if explaining to a baby, then pinched his nose and making him shake his head side-to-side and giggling at his frown and he took her in a bone-crushing hug and kissing occasionaly the side of her head, murmuring 'Thank you' and she hugged him back as tightly as him, happy to have knock some sense in him.
"Ab aapko jaake apne Baby se baat karni hai !" Zoya said while pulling away and he started making faces at her words.
He sighed and asked pouting, "Zaroori hai ?", Zoya giggled and kissed his cheek, cheering him up a little, he gave her a faint smile before going to Najma's room.
When he heard sobbing sounds coming from her room, he didn't bother knocking and immediately rushed inside, his Baby was crying in her pillow. He took her in his arms immediately, his heart broke seeing her like this, she was sobbing in his chest while clutching to him as if her only support was being snatched away from her. Asad held her tightly, knowing full well, what was bothering her, because the same thing was bothering him too a litlle while ago, he caressed her head, murmuring, 'Baby' occasionaly to which she cried louder, her cries and tears were affecting more than anybody could imagine, soon tears made their way down once again, against his cheeks.
"Mujhe nahi karna kisi se bhi Nikkah ! Main aapko, Ammi ko, Bhabhi aur bachon ko chodhke jaana nahi chahti !" Najma cried helplessly while looking up in his eyes which were giving showing the same plight as hers, he kissed her forehead after wiping his cheeks on which more tears rolled down.
"I love you Baby, main tumse bohot zyada pyaar karta hoon and as much as i would want you to stay with me forever, unfortunately, i can't... I would have to let you go..." Asad pushed back her hair behind her ears and then whispered the last sentence in a whisper, as if it hurted his throat in saying all this and fresh tears rolled down his cheeks, Najma got angry at his words, she clutched his collar and cried.
"Main nahi jaaoungi ! Aap kuch bhi kar lein, main Nikkah nahi karoungi ! Main aap sabko chodhke kahin bhi nahi jaane wali ! Aap hi kehte the ke mujhe 40 years old pe hi Nikkah karwayenge, toh kya hua unn sab baaton ka ?! Aisa kya ho gaya ke ab aap mujhe apne aap se door karna chahte hain ?!" Najma cried again and Asad's heart broke seeing her like this.
"Pagal ! Kuch nahi badla ! Aur khabardaar agar dobara aisi baat kahi toh ! Kya tumhe nahi pata ke tumhare Bhaijaan tumse kitna pyaar karte hain ?!" Asad looked at her in disbelief while tears kept flowing down their cheeks.
"Toh phir kyon ?! Kyon kar rahe hain aap yeh sab ?!" Najma looked at him helplessly.
"Kyon ki ab mujhe ehsaas hua hai ke mera Baby bada ho gaya hai, aur mera apni zimedaari poori karne ka waqt agaya hai..." Asad said in a broken voice and when he saw her crying once again, he took her under his arm and repeated the same words Zoya told him a little while ago, "Lekin aisa toh nahi hai ke hum tumhari shaadi abhi ke abhi karwa rahe hain, abhi toh hum sirf ladke dekhna shuru karenge, ek pasand ayega toh usko jaanenge, ke kya voh mere Baby ke liye sahi hai ke nahi, phir jaake hum shaadi karwane ki sochenge !"
Najma rested her head against his shoulder and held him tightly with her arm wounded around his waist and expressed one of her fear, "Aur agar voh Mr. Faisal Qureshi ki tarah nikle toh ?" Najma gripped him tighter than before, feeling his stiff body after expressing another fear of hers.
After sometime Asad spoke, "Tumhe kya lagta hai, Baby ? Ke main tumhara Nikkah kisi aire gaire ke saath karwaounga ? Meri Baby ke liye mujhe sirf aur sirf heera chahiye !" Asad caressed her hair, assuring her that everything will be fine and finally but reluctuantly, even Najma gave in.
Asad hugged her tightly, remembering all the times he had held his Baby in his arms and now he had to let her go, another tear rolled down his cheek and Najma wiped it and kissed his cheek affectionately, he smiled and held her tighter, he didn't noticed before but indeed, his Baby had grown up, they wiped each other's tears and went out to tell Zoya and Dilshad about the decision with Asad still holding her under his arm.
*****2 years later*****
It was the time of Najma's Ruksati, the Nikkah and its ceremonies had taken place today and Dilshad's Najma, Zoya's Tamatar and Asad's Baby was now a married woman, she got married with a lot of celebrations to a handsome businessman, Armaan Malik and just like Asad had wanted, he was a gem, hence, perfect for his Baby.
Asad used to show her his happy face but during the night, he would be crying on Zoya's chest, he loved his Baby a lot and it was very hard to let her go.
Baabul ki duaayein leti jaa,
Jahan tujhko sukhi sansaar mile,
Mayeke ki kabhi na yaad aaye,
Sasural mein itna pyaar mile...
Najma cried and hugged her mother when she was brought outside the Khan Villa for her Ruksati with Asad towering over her head the book of the Holy Qur'an as per as the custom, Dilshad started to cry along with her, but then reluctuantly, she had to pull away, then a pregnant Zoya also hugged her and kissed her with tears rolling down her cheeks, then she kissed a six years old Asma and a three years old Rizwan who were not really understanding what was going on.
Naazo se tujhe paala maine,
Kaliyo ki tarah, phulon ki tarah,
Baahon mein jhulaaya hai tujhko, baahon ne mere jhule ki tarah,
Mere baag ki ay nazuk daalee, tujhe har pal naye bahaar mile,
Mayeke ki kabhi na yaad aaye, sasural mein itna pyaar mile...
Then she looked up at her Bhaijaan cum Abbu and couldn't help but break down in his arms, Asad was also crying, he handed the Book of the Holy Qur'an to somebody in the crowd and hugged his Baby to his chest, just like a father would do to his daughter, Najma sobbed in his chest and he cried along with her, then after few minutes he pulled away and wiped her cheeks which were replaced by fresh tears as soon as he wiped them, he kissed her forehead and lingered there, he was not able to just let her go.
Jis ghar se bandhe hain bhaag tere, uss ghar mein sadaa tera raaj rahe,
Hothon pe hasee ki dhup khile, maathe pe khushi ka taaj rahe,
Kabhi jiska jyot naa ho pheeki, tujhe aisa roop-shringhar mile,
Baabul ki duayein leti jaa,
Jahan tujhko sukhi sansaar mile,
Mayeke ki kabhi na yaad aaye,
Sasural mein itna pyaar mile...
Asad finally pulled away and Zoya held Najma while he hugged Armaan and murmured 'Take care of her like a flower' to which Armaan smiled in agreement. Then he came back to her and told her to smile while he blessed her with his hand on her head but she only kept crying, even she wasn't feeling good parting from her father, then he kissed her forehead and made her sit in a beautiful red decorated palanquin after hugging and kissing her once again.
Beete tere jeevan ki ghadiyan, aaram ki thande chaaon mein,
Kaanta bhi na chubhna paaye kabhi, meri laadli tere paaon mein
Uss dwaar se bhi dukh dur rahe, jis dwaar se tera dwaar mile,
Mayeke ki kabhi na yaad aaye,
Sasural mein itna pyaar mile,
Baabul ki duayein leti jaa...
Asad made her sit comfortably in the palanquin, then shut the little curtain from where she was seen, after taking her last glimpse, then went forward and as per the custom, along with three other men, he carried the palanquin till outside the Khan Villa, after which, she was being seated in a decorated car along with Armaan, with other men, he pushed the car forward and then she was gone.
When Asad came back, he saw Dilshad and Zoya still crying, most of the guests had left, he took both of them in a hug and the three cried for parting from Najma but with a lot of blessings and finally, he had fulfilled his responsabilty, they all went inside with the children.
Kisne kaha ke ek bhai kabhi Abbu nahi ban sakta ?Muqaddar ke yeh matlab nahi ke kuch boora ho, Muqaddar voh hai jo humari taqdeer mein likha hua hota hai, aur kisne kaha ke taqdeer mein jo hota hai, voh boora hota hai ?***********
A/N : it was emotional ! 😭 well this was the end of my FF : AsYa's Love Story..., i hope u enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed writing it, so now i completed this FF and i would like that everybody who read this comment because this is the last time u would be commenting on this FF, so i'm waiting for long and lenghty comments 😃
For the readers of my other FF : My Mental Love !, i'll finally start updating that one again, so bear with me and have a little patience will start writing and update in a day or two 😳
PLEASE DONT FORGET TO LEAVE COMMENTS !!Edited by SBanoMalik - 11 years ago
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