Asya TS:Love you bhai ke dost(Moh-moh ke dhaage) *COMPLETED*

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~~~TS: LOVE YOU BHAI KE DOST (Moh-moh ke dhaage)~~~

PART-1

Ye moh moh ke dhaage
Teri ungliyon se ja uljhe
Koi Toh Toh na laage
Kis tarah girah ye suljhe

"Zoya ... Zoyaaa..." shouted Haider from the living room, calling his younger sister... Zoya jumped up from her bed, and came in front of her mirror and once again combed up her hair, as if she was already ready to go down, but was waiting for the call... She hopped down the stairs in enthusiasm, but controlled her springing enthusiasm, and walked decently to where her brother was calling from.

"Ji bhaijaan... Aapne bulaaya?" Zoya tried to ask him as casually she could ask, trying to hold on to her racing heartbeats seeing just a glimpse of the person sitting with her brother, and then concentrating on looking at her brother and then immediately looked back at the person sitting with his brother, and subtly saying him a Hi'... though she sounded subtle but she knew, her heart was on a pace seeing him... Dr. Asad, Haider's best friend and the famous doctor of the Kotnis general hospital, whom she knew all her life, but now had recently made Zoya's heart swoon having one look at him, was sitting there...

Haider swapped his fingers to bring Zoya out of her trance... "Hunh?" Zoya was confused... "Maine kaha mere aur Asad ke liye 2 cup chai banaa do, Adrak wali... Jo tum bohot achhi banaati ho!" Haider had given her the biggest bribery for the tea. Hadn't it been for Asad, Zoya would have shown him a thumb and a teasing tongue refusing to make anything for him, for he disturbed her trance that she was thinking about Asad... "Laati hu" said Zoya and went off...

Hai rom rom iktaara
Hai rom rom iktaara
Jo baadalon mein se guzre

Zoya was jumping up and down on her bed to finally fall on it and lay dreamily folding her arms around her chest, remembering about what happened down stairs. She had brought three cup of tea for the three of them, and served all their tea, and as she served him, he gave her those seductive lopsided smiles that could turn any girl weak in her knees, and spoke a very sweet thank you to her...

Haider and Asad were the boarding school friends, they met in their childhood, and spending those years together they had a great bond together. So, though Zoya knew Asad all her life, but met only a few times. After their schooling, Haider took the fashion industry line, and Asad the medical line... And here, Zoya too is from the medical line, doing her Internship, but from City centre hospital, because Asad did not wanted the professionalism to be mixed up with familiarity, which was whole heartedly accepted by Haider and the family.

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Asad sat in his car, and drove off, and though his eyes were concentrated on the road, his mind went back to Zoya... A bright intern indeed... He had been getting news about her progress from Dr. Sunil, Zoya's HOD, and that was his way of ensuring she was doing fine even though he couldn't keep her infront of his eyes...

His mind went back to the time he had returned from London after completing his Super specialisation, and had seen Zoya after almost a decade, only he had been having her news from Haider once in a while... She had been in her MBBS Final then, and an instant attraction hit him. The more he met her, he knew he is falling; a pretty, intelligent and intellectual girl, her bubbly attitude was refreshing, her smiles so infectious that he himself couldn't stop smiling...

But, his insecure mind held the bars in between... Becoming an orphan right at a tender age, and then sent to boarding by his foster parents, and later their death had left his behaviour dry. The entire KGH called him Dr. Heartstone, only a few would have seen him smile, just like Haider, and now Zoya... He knew it, if he let her do internship under him in Kotnis, he would one day sit on his knees and propose her uncaring of that fact she is his best friend's younger sister... BUT WHAT IF SHE REFUSED? OR IF SHE LEFT HIM LIKE EVERYONE DID?

Thanks for the read...

PART-2

Tu hoga zara paagal, tune mujhko hai chuna

Zoya had came back yesterday from the Medical Conference held at Mumbai for the Doctors and selected few interns. She was selected among the hundreds of Interns to go along with Dr. Sunil from the City Centre Hospital, and by luck, Dr. Asad had to present his papers on the thesis he had done after his return from London...

The camp fire night at the stay there at the hotel ran burnt fires between Asad and Zoya, when in the dare of losing the game, both the first losers of the boy's and girl's team respectively; had to dance a romantic duet together...

The dance made both of them equally drowned in the moment, until the song ended... Though they had parted back smiling, Zoya knew, she was falling and falling badly... And from that night on, day and night, she thought only and only about Asad, what shall be the pros and cons of being in love with him, would he agree, what bhaijaan will think, will ammi-abbu allow, and so on... And for every doubtful question that her negative mind thought, her optimistic mind gave a positive answer for it...

After having a huge tug-of-war in her mind, she sat up on the bed at midnight... Switching on her side lamp, she took her I-pad on, and started googling Ways to confess love to your elder brother's best friend'... She did not want to keep wasting her time waiting for him to sit on his knees and confess his love... "But, what if he never says he loves me?" Zoya dreaded the biggest doubt in her mind... "Does he even love me?" "Why would he... The Dr. Asad. love me?".

Zoya did not like the idea of attracting him to make him confess to her, it was too cheap for her thinking... And none of the ideas that Mr. Google gave, made her satisfy to her means... But it says- When the Lord closes one door, another door is opened... And yes! The door did open, but her room door, and came in her mother,Zainab, asking- " Beta, soyi nahi ab tak?", and her mother sat on the corner of the bed... Zoya kept her I-pad aside and came and put her head in her mother's lap... and asked- "Ammi, agar mann mein confusion ho ke saamne wala aapke views ko agree karega ya nahi... And aapko ye na samajh aaye ke aap apne views kaise rakhein, toh kya karna chahiye?"... Her mother smiled- "Kya confusion hai beta?" "Pata nahi ammi..."Zoya was lost... Her mother ruffled her hair, and said- "Beta, agar saamne baat karna sahi na lage, toh always use an offline way... Humare zamaane mein toh chitthhiyaan likha karte they... Tum apni generation mein dekh lo!" said her mother, and went off closing the door behind, leaving a thoughtful Zoya lying on the bed... smiling...

Kaise tune ankahaa, tune ankahaa sab sunaa
Tu hoga zara paagal, tune mujhko hai chuna

Asad was still yawning when he came and sat on the garden chair of his Garden, when Rahim Chacha, his housekeeper served him a cup of tea with toast and later returned with a newspaper, along with an un-named envelope saying- "Beta, akhbaar... Ye khat pada tha letter-box mein..." he gave both of them to Asad and left... Newspapers are life to Asad, and in order to catch just the headlines, he kept the envelope on the coffee table and read the newspaper until his cup of tea was done... And his eyes again fell on the un-named envelope... Crossing his leg over his other thigh Asad sat leaning against the chair, and opened the sealed envelope addressing him... More than its content, he was curious about the name of the sender, and thus, his eyes scanning towards the end of the letter, his eyes popped out seeing the name- "Zoya (Farooqui)"... Why on Earth would Zoya write a letter to him instead of talking on call... His heart leapt in joy... There couldn't be anything routine, or she wouldn't have written a letter in a slow means of communication... He couldn't wait to read it... But, here? In the garden?' he thought, and stood up and went inside his room, closing the door behind. Standing next to his window, with the curtain cuddling his hair with the soft breeze, he opened the letter and began to read-

Dear Dr. Asad,

I don't know if the word of endearment is acceptable to you, keeping your sense of professionalism insight. But for the time being, let's keep that aside.

You must be wondering why am I writing you a letter in the generation of Whatsapp and Twitter, or better a call. But, sometimes, not being able to talk in person, yet keeping it personal is tough, and so found writing a letter, as a better option.

Coming to my reason of writing this letter, I exactly don't know what you think about me, and to what extent you think. I may be a Junior Doctor, an intern to you, or your best friend's younger sister to you. I too may have considered you in the same context until sometime back. It started from hearty respect, to adoration, and to an extent one can think infatuation, if that seems to them. But infatuations do not keep on prolonging for years. And now, I strongly feel, I am falling in love with you.

I sometimes do feel you have that liking for me too, but the other times you simply behave highly professional even at my home, that I'm confused. I exactly don't know what your feelings are...

I have lived my happy share of fairy tales all my childhood, reading about the prince charming sitting on his knee proposing the princess before anything else. But I really do not want to waste the precious time waiting and pondering over, to have your confession come first, and thus, I'm expressing my emotions right before you- I'm in love with you Dr. Asad... No matter how much people call you a Heartstone, but you have captured my heart.

Definitely, these are my emotions and have nothing to do with any sort of pressure on you. Though I'm in love, I'm a practical person, and will not sit and cry over forever, if you reject me for the precious place of being your love.

Confessing to my family before I do to you, and getting a denial, and stifling my emotions would have been more painful to me, then letting you know first, and so, the first person I'm telling about my first love, is you.

Think about this, and if you think you have even one percent of that emotion that I have, please come and meet me at the Sunset point at 5p.m. today... And if you think, I have chosen the wrong track, and I'm not capable of being with you, don't worry about it at all... You will never have any issues from my side, You were and will always be my Bhai ke Dost.

REGARDS,

Your's sincerely

Zoya (Farooqui)

Asad was stunned, he did not know when he walked from the window to his bed, and by the end of the letter, he slumped down on the bed, with a thud. He read it... re-read it... Re-re-read it... and finally the smile on his face grew wider and wider... "OH MY GOODNESS!!! SHE LOVES ME TOO???" "What was I waiting for still?" "She could sense my liking for her?" he was taking the extracts out of the letter, and then he again looked at the letter and felt astounded- "ye letter Haider ki choti behen ne likha hai? Uss piddi si ladki ne? Jisko 10-12 saal pehle tak apni naak bhi theek se pochni nahi aati thi? Uss Zoya ne?" after how long Asad laughed a hearty laugh, a healthy laugh, a bubbling laugh... He kept on lauging in a happy, self-fulfilling manner, until happy tears seeped out of his eyes... He lay down on the bed, with such an awesome smile on his face... And finally did that lop-sided smile plastered on his face, hugging the piece of paper to his heart, giving it a small kiss- "Oh Zoya! You have no idea, with this one paper of your emotions; you have fled away my tonnes of insecurities out of the window... Just how did you exactly know what I wanted with such heart and soul... how my arms have ached to take you back in them the way I took at that camp fire night, dancing like the best couple around... How I wish you were around me all the while like you were in the conference... Oh Zoya! I love you too sooo much!"

Iam first on your first Ts of AsYa😃😉

Unres

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Hahahahaha... Congrats..😛

The elder brother's best friend = The younger sister's crush (I know it is more than a crush)

The best friends younger sister = The guys love

This equation can never flop

I know from experience how Zoya was feeling

Asad too is more than interested in her but the insecurities

Asad insecurities ko Crocin ki goli do and just go for it