First Shot(Zoya's POV)Delhi this city give me so much my happiness,my smile and most of all the love of my life.. Its been 6 years since i step in this city the capital of india and like people called it a mini india yes its indeed a mini india you can find every cast every religion in this city something is different in this city kuch toh jadoo hai jo yahaan aata bas yahi ka ho jata hai some people come here for carrier/jobs or studies and some for new hope and for a new journey and i too came here for the later and this changed my life and i too fell love with this city.. Oops i forgot to tell you my name .. I am Dr. Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan a
gynaecologist in AIMS hospital and a very proud wife and a mother.
'mama...' oh thats my daughter and also my life Ameerah and like her name she is princess our little princess
'yes baby'i called still standing in the balcony of my apartment wearing my husband's favorite blue nightie covered with a matching blue robe admiring the beautiful city.
'mama m not feeling shleepy stoly sunao na' my four and half years old daughter request me in her baby like voice while pulling my robe with her little hands and i picked her in my arms
'aww mela amu kaun si eshtory sunega??' i ask her while marching towards her room
'mama papa wali'she said amusing me
'from where she got that'i thought still amused at my daughter's answer
'mama papa wali ye kisne bola apko baby??' i ask her directly
'Heena khala ne woh keh layi thi ki hal mama papa ki stoly hoti hai aur unhe apki stoly pta hai mjhe kyu ni pta apne mjhe kyu ni btaya mama'she said and tears brimmed her little beautiful eyes
'are mera baby rona nhi achha mama papa ki story ke time pr apka birth ni hua tha na isliye apko ni pta'i said wiping the little pearl like tears and give her the reasoning
'mela bilth (birth) kyu ni hua tha??' she directly ask to me allah miyaan now what should I answer i shook my head and do what i usually do whenever i got trapped in this kind of situation that is 'change the topic'
'achha baby ko mama papa ki story sunni hai na toh mama sunaegi sunoge aap??' i ask her softly
'yayy yes yes yes'she said and jump here and there enthusiastically
'achha so settle down come lie down amu'i said holding her hand and laid her in her bed
'shulu kalo mama (shuru karo mama)' she said and i laugh at her antics surely she's my daughter
'okkay so our story begin like this..' i started telling my daughter mine and her father's love story
Flashback {6 years ago}
New Delhi Railway Station
(no one's pov)A train stopped at the railway station and a girl clad in white full sleeves kurta,pink salwar and a white dupatta get down from the train. She is in her early twenties, a beautiful girl from a beautiful place named Soura a small town in Srinagar district, Kashmir.
Soura located about 11.1 km north of Lal Chowk on Srinagar-Ladakh Highway. The place is famous for Sher-i-Kashmir Institute of Medical Sciences Hospital, a multi-speciality hospital. Besides serving as a Hospital, it is the prestigious medical college of Kashmir valley and from where she did her degree as a doctor and completed her internship too. She came here with her uncle Anwar, aunt Zeenat and her little 7 years old cousin Heena.
'zoya..'her aunt called her..yes her name is zoya and she is exactly like her name zoya means life and she is like a fresh breeze of air and has most beautiful smile with cute dimples she opened her arms feeling the zephyr of the new city
'zoya..'her aunt call her again breaking her reverie
'ji chachi..'she replied turning towards her aunt
'zoya beta m seeking for a porter to carry our luggage and your chachu is fetching a taxi for us can you please take care of Heena she is sleeping??' zeenat ask her
'ofcourse chachi layiye mujhe dijiye'she said stretching her arms to hold her cousin who is sleeping peacefully, she carry her and pat her back slightly to letting her sleep
They were now in a taxi and she is now observing the city. She always heared that this city is heart of india and the people here is very loud but she hasn't experience any of it yet ofcourse its just 7am the city is still sleeping then her eyes caught a holy place The Nizamuddin Dargah one of famous places in Delhi. She closed her eyes and make a Dua for peace and happiness, she opened her eyes experiencing the cool november breeze of Delhi its not that cold for her considering the fact that she is from Kashmir the heaven on earth.
Her observance ends when the taxi stopped at their destination "Happy Society" one of the posh society of Saket, South Delhi. She stepped out from the taxi and look at the name of the society its called Happy but she can only feel silence
'weird name'she thought and again pulled heena in her arms while her uncle is paying to the taxi driver
'zoya yeh humari society hai and that is our building wing 15 and apartment No. is 15B ok?? Yaad rakhna beta'her aunt told her the information and she nod in a yes whlie they all are walking towards their apartment
'one more thing zoya yahaa kisi k matter me interfere mat karna sirf apne kaam se kaam rakhna ok?' her aunt informed after reaching their flat
'aisa kyun??'she asked confused
'because beta its a new place for your and here people are little different from Soura and we don't want any trouble for you okk??'her uncle said this time and she nod not understanding a bit
'achha ye sab chodiye tu thak ho gyi hogi na coffee banau??'her aunt ask softly
'ji'she answered positively
'so u go get fresh and heena ko b lejao there is your room'zeenat said while pointing towards a room
She entered her room in one hand she is carrying heena and in the other one her luggage. She looked at her room for a month, it is a full girly room with pink and sky blue shades. There are Disney princess printed on a wall and a white doll house, white study table with lots of coloured pen and pencil. She looked at the ceiling which is carrying beautiful butterflies which sparkles in night or darkness also there is cupboard in skyblue colour and a bed with a barbie theme bedsheets and a blanket again Disney princess Cinderella. She smiled at the room ofcourse its Heena's room, she is really pampered by her uncle and aunt and why not ..God grant her to them after 15 years of their marriage. They've lost all hope of having a child and have accepted their faith but god have other plans their is a saying " waqt se pehle aur kismat se zyada kabhi kisi ko nahi milta" and this same happened with her uncle and aunt.
She put heena on her bed and make her way to the washroom to get fresh.
Same day around 1pmThey've settle down by now and her aunt is busy in her work she loved knitting and making things for others and her uncle is busy on his laptop checking his mails from work.
'aapi...chalo na main apko apne friends se milwati hun'Heena said while pulling her hand
'haan chalo lets meet ur friends now!!' she chirp, hold her hand and make their way out of the house
'heenu ruko dekho woh aunty akele itna sab utha rahi hai chalo unki help karte hai'she said pointing towards a lady
'par aapi unhone toh help mangi hi nhi agar woh gussa ho gyi toh??'heena ask innocently
'are gussa kyu karengi chalo aao'she said marched towards the lady
'aunty hum apki help kare?? Bahut heavy hoga na??'she ask smiling
'Nhi beta main chali jaungi thank you'the lady said
'u know aunty meri dadi kehti hai humein sbki help karni chahiye jab bhi mauka mile toh layiye i'll help you'she said
'bahut achha kehti hai apki dadi yahaan toh jab tak kisi se help na mango koi karta hi nhi apne pucha wahi kafi hai thank you beta main chali jaungi'lady said warmly
'okkay'she said and wave her bye
'chale kya aapi??'heena ask
'haan chalo'she said and then both make their way to the park
She met all little friends of heena and they are all six in total chintu, bablu, priyanka, sakshi, ayesha and sonu and they all decided to play cricket zoya's favorite game and zoya volunteers for the first batting while chintu is bowling and heena is her partner for running and others are doing fielding. Chintu did the first ball and our rockstar zoya hit the ball so hard that the ball goes flying into someone's apartment.
'uff aapi ye kya kiya aapne??'heena said while hitting her head with her palm
'haan didi kya kiya ye apne apko pta hai woh kiska ghar hai??'chintu ask making gestures with her hands
'maine toh bas bol ko hit kiya tum log itna kyu dar rahe ho??'she ask confused
'kyuki didi woh Gabbar ka ghar hai!!'sakshi exclaimed
'Gabbar kaun sholay wala??'she ask giggling
'nahi aapi real wala bahut gussa karega woh'heena said this time
'haan aur ab ball apko hi lana padega'sonu said
'achha thik hai tum itna kyu dar rhe ho I'll get the ball'she said and marched towards the apartment
She reached there and before she could knock the door open itself revealing a man in his late twenties, his beautiful face,chiseled jaw, perfect muscles and tall figure clad in a white shirt with top two buttons open revealing his perfect chest and a black pants covering his long legs zoya gawk him from top to bottom [/B]'oh so this is gabbar but he doesnt look like one'[/B]she wondered
'Are that's my ball thank you'she said looking at the ball in his hand and stretch her hand to take it from him
'tumhe sharam nahi aati yeh koi age tumhari cricket khelne ki upar se logo ke gharo ke glass tod rhi ho'he accused
'are ye kaise baat kr rhe ho tum aur mjhe sharam kyu ayegi Dhoni bhi cricket khelta hai aur woh above thirty hai phle usko jaa kar roko'she said in a same tone as his
'dekho woh uska kaam hai aur tum..'he started but interrupted by her
'achha toh ab main doctor hun toh jahan jaun surgery shuru kr dun ajeeb logic hai tumhara waise bhi meri dadi kehti hai insaan dil se jawaan hota hai aur tum toh dil se b budhe ho sahi keh rhe the woh log gabbar ho ek number k'she yelled
'ek toh tumhari ball mere ghar mein ayi upar se tum mujh par hi chad rhi ho and don't you dare call me with that name'he yelled too
'dekho khidki khuli thi aur ghar mein kuch toota bhi nhi hai toh zyada bano mat aur waise bhi humare yahan toh..'she continued but this time he interrupt her
'ye tumhare yahan nhi hai aur agar khidki band hoti toh??'he said loudly
'janti hun par khidki band toh nhi thi na aur waise bhi maine sorry kaha toh'she said
'oh hello kab bola sorry??he ask
'nahi bola?? Toh achha hi kiya tum jaise ko kaun sorry bolega gabbar kahi k'she countered
'tum bologi woh bhi mere pair pakad kr teen baar'he said determined
'achha dream on mr.gabbar'she said
'woh toh pta chal jayega you will say srry before 9pm tonight otherwise u can change my name'he challanged
'hahaha aur kya na naam rakhu tumhara sambha ya kaliya i know basanti nhi??'she laughed and then ask
'we'll see that'he said
'we will'she said and then both turn around to leave to their respectives place but after some seconds zoya turned
'are meri ball... Chala gaya koi nhi shaam ko le lungi'she said and left from there
i really hope you guys like it and pls do hit like and leave ur reviews below and for pm pls buddy me 😳
Edited by -simmi- - 10 years ago
Mr And Mrs Parshuram
Mannat Har Khushi Paane Ki
Seher Hone Ko Hai
6