Nazma and Dilshaad served the breakfast . All three of them had their breakfast . Breakfast was done very silently .
After all three of them had eaten , Dilshad broke the silence .
"Asad , aaj mujhey aur Nazma ko asif bhaijaan ke bete ke walima mein jaana hai . "
Asad looked up at his ammi .
Dilshad
continued "jaanti hoon Asad ki tum kya kehna chaahtey ho . Maine manaa
karney ki bahut koshish ki par woh nahi maaney . Mujhey aur Nazma ko
jaana hi padega ."
Asad didn't liked this idea . Only the thought
that he and Zoya would be alone in the house , was sending shivers down
his spine . Asad didn't trusted himself around Zoya . He dreaded that
if he hurts Zoya then .
Since last 4 years , Asad had a great
fear rooted deep in his heart . He always feared that if again he did
something wrong and hurt her . He knew that he would rather die than
hurting Zoya . But still even 4 years back , he hadn't done anything
intentionally . But then to he had hurt Zoya . He feared that again one
of his mistakes , would snatch her away from him .
Dilshad saw
his son lost in his thoughts , and spoke. "Asad jab main aur Nazma rehte
hai , tab bhi toh Zoya ka khayaal tumhi rakhtey ho . Tum hi toh uskey
paas raat raat bhar baithey rehto ho . Toh aaj kya problem hai ."
"Woh baat alag hai ammi . Aap aur tamatar aas paas toh rehtey ho na . " replied Asad .
Dilshad
very well knew her son's fear. She knew that he feared of being alone
with Zoya . But she wanted to remove that fear from his heart .
"Asad , main aur Nazma jaa rahey hai , aur yeh final hai ."
Dilshaad
saw Asad's face . The fear was clearly visible . She added " Raat ko
Imraan bhai ki beti Noor aaa jaayegi . Par tum bhi meeting se jaldi aa
jaana . "
Asad relaxed on hearing this . He got up from the chair and said " Main jaldi aa jaaunga " and headed towards the door .
It was 7:30 pm when Asad entered his house . He saw his ammi and nazma ready to leave .
Dilshad saw him and said . "Hum nikaltey hai Asad . Noor ko aatey aatey late ho jaayegi . Apna aur Zoya ka khayaal rakhna . "
With those words Dilshad and Nazma left the house , leaving Zoya and Asad alone in the house .
Asad
saw his ammi and Nazma leaving . He and Zoya were alone in the house .
Asad kept his bag on the sofa and headed towards Zoya's room . He saw
her and said "Main 5 minute mein fresh ho ke aata hoon ." . And he left
the room .
After exactlly 10 minutes he returned to the room . He
was in his iconic white kurta pajama . He came and sat near Zoya on a
chair close to her bed . He saw her beautiful face , and admired it
mentally . Inspite of so many cuts and stitches , she still looked
beautiful . She looked so innocent and pure while sleeeping . Asad saw a
hair lock playing on her face . He had a great urge to tug it behind
her ears , but he didn't .
Since last 4 years , he hadn't
touched her . He felt that he didn't deserve to touch this beauty . When
also he moved ahead to touch her , all the memories when he shouted on
her , when she cried because of him ,returned to him . And he would
dismiss the idea . He felt that may be Zoya would be angry on him , and
wouldn't like his touch . He didn't wanted to touch her without her
permission .
Many times he had urge to kiss her rosy lips . He had
heard that in fairy tales , when the prince kisses the princess , she
wakes up from her eternal sleep . But no , life wasn't a fairy tale .
And if even it was , then he wasn't her prince charming . Infact he felt
like the devil , because of whom she was in this condition .
Asad broke his chain of thoughts and looked at her , and he said .
"Sorry
, mujhey aaney mein 5 minute late ho gaya . But no problem , aap kaun
si prime minister hai , ki 5 minute waste nahi kar sakti hai ." Asad
gave a fake smile at his own poor joke .
"Jaanta hoon bahut bura joke thha , but kya karoon , iss field mein main aapse zyaada talented nahi hoon ."
Asad waited for a minute , giving her time to reply . But like always no reply came .
"Aapko
pata hai , aaj aapkey chaltey , mera kitna bada loss honey waala thha .
Main Sunday ko aapsey kiya hua promise tod kar office chalaa toh gaya .
Par mera mann hi nahi lag raha thha . Darr lag raha thha ki aap gussa
naa ho jaaye . Meri presentation itani kharaab hui , ki woh foreign
delegates toh mujhey contract detey hi nahi. But guess what ? "
Asad again waited for 2 seconds and then continued .
"Un forein delegates mein ek Aliena thhi . Sirf uskey chaltey mujhey contract mil gaya . Aleina yaad toh hai naa aapko ."
"Ofcourse yaad hogi . Wahi jissey aap mera nikaah karaney ki planning kar rahi thhi . " said Asad .
Asad
continued his chit chat about office and work for another hour .
Finallly when he was completed , he decided something. He decided to
sing a song for her .
He got up and brought his guitar and said ,
"Zoya , u are too lucky main aapkey liye gaaney jaa raha hoon . So kaun
sa gaana sunna pasand karengi aap ."
Asad remembered something from his past .
**flashback**
Eveyone were sitting on the dinning table , when Zoya entered the hall . She was singing any random song.
She sat on her chair and continued her singing . She stuffed a bread in her mouth still singing .
Asad looked up from his plate , and gave her a weird look .
Zoya saw it and gulped down all the food in her mouth in one go .
Asad's frown got deeper .
"What ?" Said Zoya irritated at his look.
"What , what ?" Asked Asad .
"Aap mujhey aisey kyun ghoor rahey hai , jaisey ki main alien hoon ."said Zoya .
"Aap alien hi hai Ms Farooqui . Kisi bhi normal insaan ko aap alien hi lagengi ." Replied Asad .
"Allah miyan , ab mainey kya kiya Mr Khan " said a frustrared Zoya .
"You have no manners Ms Farooqui . Khatey waqt gaaya nahi jaata "
"
haan toh gaana main gaa rahi hoon . Issey aapko kya problem . And kya
khaatey waqt gaana suna bhi nahi jaata , ki aap itna chilla rahey . And
by the way , agar aapko mere gaaney se itni hi problem hai , toh apney
kaan band kyun nahi kar letey hai aap ." Yelled Zoya .
"Pehli
baat main chilla nahi raha hoon . Chilla aap rahi hai . Aur dusri baat ,
agar koi apney kaano ko band bhi kar le , phir bhi aapka besura gaana
uskey kaano tak pahuch hi jaayega ."said Asad calmly .
"Main
besura gaati hoon ,aurr aap ? Kawey se bhi karwi boli lagti hai aapki .
Kisi din gaayenge toh pata chala ki duniya mein toofaan hi aa jaayega "
"Mujhey aapsey baat karney mein koi interest nahi hai . "
"Main bhi koi mari nahi jaa rahi hoon aapsey baat karney ke liye ."
"Aap ..." asad was silenced by his ammi's voice .
"Chup karo tum dono . Jab dekho bachon ki tarah ladney lagtey ho ." Said Dilshaad .
Asad and Zoya stared each other like a cat stares at the mouse . But the difference was that here both were cat .
Asad and Zoya started eating .
Nazma tried to change the topic .
"Zoya aap achha gaati hai ."
"Thanks tamaatar . But kuchh logon ko asli talent ki pehchaan nahi hoti hai ." Said Zoya, staring towards Asad .
"Pataa hai tamaatar , I wish ki jab main gussa ho jaau , toh mera future hubby mujhey gaana gaa ke manaaye ."said Zoya .
"Crazy girls and their crazy dreams ." Murmured Asad yo himself .
"Suna mainey "said Zoya listening to his comment .
"Sunaney ke liye hi kaha thha ." Said Asad .
"Whatever " . Said Zoya and left the table .
**flashback ends**
"Aaj main aapko manaane ke liye gaana gaaney jaa raha hoon Zoya ."
Asad thought for a moment that which song should he sing and finally decided the song .
*Dard mein bhi yeh lab muskura jaatey hai *
*Beetein lamhey humey jab bhi yaad aatey hai .*
*Dard mein bhi yeh lab muskura jaatey hai *
*Beetein lamhey humey jab bhi yaad aatey hai .*
*Beetein lamhey...*
Asad
remembered the numerous times when she fell in his arms . Asad
remembered their numerous fights on the breakfast table . His lips
curved to form a smile while remembering the past incidents .
*Chand lamhaat ke vaastey hi sahi ,Muskura ke mili thhi mujhey zindagi*
*Chand lamhaat ke vaastey hi sahi ,Muskura ke mili thhi mujhey zindagi*
*Teri aagosh mein din thhey merey katein ,Teri baahon mein thhi meri raatein katti*
*Aaj bhi jab woh pal mujhko yaad aatein hai ,Dil se saare gamon ko bhula jaatein hai .*
*Dard mein bhi yeh lab muskura jaatey hai *
*Beetein lamhey humey jab bhi yaad aatey hai .*
*Beetein lamhey...*
Asad
remembered the day at Mangalpur when they were handcuffed . He
remembered the night when they had eaten bhaang ; that night they had
slept in each others arms . Those were the few days in his life when he
had learned to smile .
*Mere kaandhein pe sir ko jhukana tera ,Mere seeney mein khud ko chhupaana tera *
*Mere kaandhein pe sir ko jhukana tera ,Mere seeney mein khud ko chhupaana tera *
*Aakey meri panaaho mein shaamon seher,kaanch ki tarah woh tut jaana tera *
*Aaj bhi jab woh manzar nazar aatey hai , Dil ki viraaniyon ko mita jaate hai *
*Dard mein bhi yeh lab muskura jaatey hai *
*Beetein lamhey humey jab bhi yaad aatey hai .*
*Beetein lamhey...*
*Beetein lamhey...*
Asad
remembered the way Zoya had rested her head on his shoulders under the
influence of bhaang . He remembered the way Zoya had thrown herself in
his arms , on the day she had seen her abbu's photo . She had really
really trusted him , but he never ever trusted her .
Those days were the most beautiful days of his life . He could give his thousands of years , in return of those few days .
A lone tear escaped his eyes on remembering those days again . He
raised his right hand thumb to wipe away the tear , while his left hand
fumbled on table to find a glass of water. His eyes were busy admiring
Zoya's beautiful face . While searching for water , Asad's hand hit the
jug and it fell down .
The water spilled everywhere and
especially on Zoya . Her right side was drenched in water . Asad quickly
took out his handkerchief,and took hold of Zoya's right hand .As soon
as he touched her hands , a shiver ran down his spine . Oh god , he had
touched her after 4 years , full 4 years . He had broken his own promise
of not touching the sleeping beauty , with his filthy hands . For once
Asad withdrew his hands , but suddenly he realised that Zoya's health
was more important then his any damn promise .
Asad wiped Zoya's
hands with his handkerchief . He rolled up her gown sleeves , and wiped
her hands further . On further rolling up her sleeves , he could see
Zoya's burn marks . He remembered , that after Zoya was shifted to home
from the hospital , Dilshad had once told him about Zoya's burn marks
,after making her change along with the nurse . This piece of
information didn't do anything apart from adding one more cause for
Asad's guilt . He got one more reason to curse himself . He hated
himself for shouting at her at their sangeet day , just because of that
bi*ch . As far as the scars were concerned , then Asad couldn't bother
less . If the scars were part of Zoya , then they would be as beautiful
as her .
Asad wiped Zoya's scars with soft hands . He wiped her
scars with such care , as if they were the most fragile thing in the
world . Asad bent down involuntary and gave a quick kiss at her scars .
Asad finally started wiping of water from Zoya's face .
Asad wiped Zoya's cheeks slowly with his hands . He caressed her cheeks softly and wiped away water , using his thumb .
There
were water droplets on her lips . Asad started cleaning her lips using
his thumb . He slowly wiped away water from her lower lips . His hands
were shivering in this process . He felt as if Zoya's lips were
trembling .
Asad had a sudden urge to kiss her rosy lips .asad
scolded himself for having such kind of thought . But the urge to kiss
her was greater tha
n his resolve . He cupped her face using both his hands , and his face started tilting over her face involuntary .
Asad's
lips reached near Zoya's lips . He could feel Zoya's gentle breath
mingling with his breath . Asad's lips were just going th taste Zoya's
soft lips,when he changed his mind . He moved a little upwards and
kissed her forehead .
No, he couldn't steal her first kiss , while
she was sleeping. He didn't knew when he would get the chance to kiss
her , but he couldn't kiss her without her being conscious .
Asad
sat back on his seat . Her touch had once again freshened all the
wounds of these years . All his desires to hold her , love her once
again came to him . This wounds , desires , guilt was always there in
his heart . But he had tried not to show it to the world , not to Zoya .
But today he wanted to cry his heart out . He wanted Allah to melt and
return his Zoya back .
Tears made their way down his face . He
placed both his hands on Zoya's hands and rested his head on her hand .
His tears wettened her already wet hands .he cried and pleaded to her "
Waapas aa jao Zoya . Main tumhaarey bine nahi ji sakta ."
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Today
full day I could hear much noises of Phupi and Nazma. I feel they have
to go somewhere as they were talking about Walima and gifts .
I
heard some footsteps approaching my room . Since , I don't know how many
years , but I have became addicted to these footsteps .
I don't have to see his face to tell that who is he . Ofcourse , he is my Mr Khan .
Mr Khan entered my room . He told me that he would fresh up and come back to me ; and he left the room .
I
don't know since how long am I in this condition . Everything is black .
I can't see anything , I can't move my body as per my wish . But yes I
can feel , I can hear them talking .
I am proud of my family .
Yes my family , phupi , tamaatar and Mr Khan . From such a long time ,
they have taken my care . They have never left me alone . I can always
feel that one or the other is always near me , and especially Mr Khan .
He spends so so so much time with me . I really wonder that how his such
big compapy is still well off . Sometimes I feel that maybe , he has
stopped going to work . But no he talks so much about his work , means
he obviously goes to work . Allah miya , he talks so much about his work
, that now I feel that I myself work in that office . I know eveything
about his employees , deals and what not . I don't know how he speaks so
much non stop . He wasn't the one to talk so much . Whatever , but the
truth is I love this Mr Khan , and also the old Akdu Ahmed Khan .
This
mr khan is too good . He never scolds me and always talks sweetly to me
. I dont know ,how he manages to be this good . But I can hear in his
voice that he is upset . I wish I could do anything .
I wish I can
get my old Mr Khan back , who was not sad . He used to scold me , but
was not in this much pain . Hearing his scoldings was far better than
hearing his silent sobs .
I heard the foot steps once again
approaching my room . Mr Khan came and sat beside me . He was quiet for a
very long time . May be he too is thinking something like I am .
Mr
Khan broke the silence by saying a poor joke . Seriously , a humerous
Mr Khan is too bad idea . I felt as if Mr Khan heard ny thoughts . He
himself admitted that the joke was too bad .
Mr Khan kept
quiet for few seconds . He always takes long pauses after saying
anything . I think he wishes that I reply him . But why does he waits
for my reply , when he knows that I can't.
After that Mr Khan
started talking about his work . He blamed me , that I was the reason
for his spoiled meeting . Seriously somethings can never change . Like ,
Mr Khan blaming me . He talked lots and lots more about his work .
Finally , I heard him say that he was going to sing song for me . Seriously I heard him saying this . I couldn't believe it .
After
a long pause , he started singing one of my favourite songs . Allah
miyaan , he sings so good . He could have chosen to become a singer
instead of architect .
Finally Mr Khan finished the song . He was
silent for very long time . Suddenly I felt my right body part go numb .
It was after some time , I realised that may be water had fallen on me .
I
felt a warm sensation on my hand for a second . What was that ? It was a
warm alien touch . Oh yes it was Mr Khan's touch . Seriously ,he was
touching me . I don't know why, but he never touches me . I feel
phuphi's kiss on my forehead , nazma's tight grip on my hand ; but Mr
Khan , he never ever touches me .
I could feel that he rolled up
me sleeves and wiped my hands . Shit he was rolling the sleeves further
. He would see my scars . And then I could feel the scars exposed . I
expected him to withdraw his hands . But never did it came . He wiped my
scars too gently .and then I felt hard yet soft lips touch my scars .
Mr khan kissed my scars . I wish I could hug him , kiss him ,love him . I
tried to get up , fight with this darkness , but was not successful .
Mr
khan wiped away water from my face. I could feel as if my lips were
trembling , under his touch . After few seconds I could feel some warm
breath collide with my breath . What was it ? Was Mr Khan so much close
to me ? Was he going to kiss me ?
I felt his lips touch me forhead . Mr khan had kissed me for the fir
I
felt his lips touch my forhead . Mr khan had kissed me for the first
time .I could see a faint light in the darkness after Mr Khan's kiss .
Slowly , that faint light grew more and more . I could feel that the
darkness was getting lost . And finally my sub conscious mind slept
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