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Chapter 11
"O Mere Dil Ke Chein... Chein Aye Mere Dilko Dua Kijiye"
The fairy lights twinkled and gleamed as the evening star took upon the sky. The aroma of roses lingered in the air as his eyes tangled with that flash of pink again. He watched her move through the crowd, mingle with guests. Her eyes lit up as she laughed openly.
She was so beautiful tonight!
The light pink saree – he had gifted her, and she had graciously accepted; the matching roses in her messy bun – he had shyly but lovingly adorned her with. The girls had ooh’d and aah’d at the sight of groom embellishing the bride-to-be with floral jewellery.
Jashn-e-bahaar, his ammi had explained. Eh! As long as he got to look into those big brown eyes…
She still hadn’t said anything– not anything of value that is. He had heard her having an hour-long debate with her Aapi about recycling!...
…but no… nothing to him.
Countless hours had turned to days…there were no mindless arguments, no Allah Miyan’s, no reprimanding his– as she put it –dinosaur aged personality.
He was being resisted like the plague.
Only when they were forced to be in the same room for a ritual did she fully look at him, acknowledged him, and sometimes murmured something.
Dinosaur Ahmed khan– he had heard her mutter this morning –when Najma’s proposal of partying with her friends hadn’t undergone his approval.
His mind and heart bewitched; his yearning gaze followed her figure again.
He couldn’t help but wonder…what on earth made him even consider that she belonged to anyone else but him!
The way she floated through the room...hosting his friends and family, her care and concern for them...just like his. It was a sign she had accepted she was family – without his emotionally challenged mouth conveying it – and for that he was grateful.
Agreed, he was irked by the appreciative glances some of his male staff threw at her. But the satisfaction of introducing her as his bride was unmatched. He had let his hand linger a little longer around her waist. The sudden hitch in her breath and straightening of her spine sent his heart soaring.
“Bhaijaan” one of Najma’s friend called out.
Asad snapped out of his haze.
“Jee”
“Hum soch rahe the ki nikaah ke baad aap Zoya bhabhi ko kaise bulayenge”
Oh! He hated this part. Nobody teased her but suddenly he was being slow roasted to torment.
“Mrs. Khan?” she questioned.
“Mrs. Faaroqui Khan?” Najma piped in
“Ya Meri Jaaaan” some aunty in the back guffawed.
Zoya looked back to see Asad hide his red face in embarrassment as the crowd split in fit of giggles
The besharam aunty parade again...
She chuckled. For a hyper conservative mahaul, they sure knew how to have fun. Her groom didn’t know but she was being subjected to some very bawdy jokes on the daily. And apparently her suhagraat was number one thing on their agenda.
Her eyes locked with his and she looked away in a hurry.
Only if the aunties knew about her raunchy dreams that included a vision of six packs, they would go into hiding themselves…but not before her sharmeela shauhar-to-be. Not fair Allah Miyan! Not fair.
xx
“Ya Allah! What is the matter with these two?” Dilshad exclaimed to no one but herself in the kitchen.
The newlyweds acted like they were going to evaporate each other by merely addressing their presence.
She had been so excited to finally witness the awkward silence between them gone after the nikaah but turns out it had amplified instead.
Kya bache hain! Surely, it was expected of Asad but her bahu was a smart girl. Allah! She had to do something, varna she can kiss her dream of grandchildren goodbye.
“Asad, tumne aur Zoya ne decide kar liya phir?” Dilshad asked as she passed him his morning tea.
The couple gave each other a questioning look.
Oh Wow, so you can acknowledge each other!
“Kya decide kar liya Ammi?” he enquired hesitantly.
“Kya matlab kya? Honeymoon destination buddhu” she replied nonchalant moving things around the table.
Asad’s head snapped towards Zoya instantly as he felt his ears turning hot. He watched her turn a slight shade of pink before she hid behind her hair nervously.
“I don’t think we really have time to go anywhere right now Ammi” he replied before his Ammi mortified him with more honeymoon talk.
Would it be even appropriate talking about honeymoon when he hadn’t even told her what he felt? Maybe swooping her away from home would help…no! no!... he told himself he wouldn’t stall. He was telling her as soon as he got a chance… and well, built up enough courage to do so.
He failed to see Zoya’s downcast eyes as he hurried away to their room in discomfort.
He really doesn’t want me, does he? She cursed herself for the millionth time for not putting her foot down when she had a chance to do so.
Look what you have done now, you selfish monster! He’s stuck with you in this loveless and lustless marriage.
As Dilshad took in her bahu’s crestfallen face, she fought the urge to take her slipper off and smack his son with it.
She had walked, dragged and emotionally blackmailed the horse to the water – what else was she supposed to do.
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The serenity in the air was tangible as they walked through the carpeted floors to the dargah. After their almost kiss number… oh well she had lost count – and the crushing honeymoon spectacle, this was the first time since morning, Zoya had felt a sense of peace surge through her being.
She didn’t know how much of a wife he thought she was to him, but every mortal bit of her felt attached to his. They were here to seek Allah Miyan’s blessings after all, the sacred of all places.
It was the same dargah that had brought her comfort once, after her declaration of defiance to get married.
It seemed surreal that she sat now at the very same spot as someone’s wife. She closed her misted eyes, raising hands in prayer asking for love of a man that sat across from her.
He couldn’t close his eyes…they rebelled and refused to blink. He had only heard of dreams coming true, but today he was a witness to it.
She took his breath away then…the day he first saw her…and she took his breath away now.
They didn’t know then, but their silent pleas were heard and manifested to reality.
He had lit up a candle as a wish of solace to her heart, and oblivious to it all, she had wished for him. Even then her heart had pined for its right mate...someone to love...someone to call home.
And her Allah miyan had sent him.
Zoya opened her eyes to find her husband staring back at her. Her restless gaze turned gentle as she found him smiling fondly. She tried to smile her best smile back but couldn’t stop a tear to slip through.
He frowned at her teary smile.
She got up in a hurry, agitated to let him see her vulnerable. As they neared the exit, Zoya bumped into a young boy trying to escape from his friends. He grabbed at her dupatta, giggled and quickly hid behind her. As the swarm of his friends neared, a surprised Zoya tried to regain her balance while the kids ran in circles around her.
“Chalo acha hai, abhi se seekhna shuru kardo Zoya” Dilshad said laughingly as she saw her straighten her suit.
“Absolutely, aur vaise bhi, is toofan mail ke bache bhi toofan hi honge” Aapi added chuckling.
Whilst the newylweds discovered a newfound interest in the flooring, this time their Ammi couldn’t help but exclaim loudly.
“Allaaaahhh”
Xx
P.s. I 'm thinking of wrapping it up in the next one or two posts. Do tell if anyone wants more updates 🥱
Girl I love your writing skills...what a way with words!!! Such cutie cutie updates...am fida....
Originally posted by: friendsall
Girl I love your writing skills...what a way with words!!! Such cutie cutie updates...am fida....
Thank you love ❤️ Your lovely comments always motivate to write more ;)
Amazing update please update next part soon❤️
Awesome update
Loved it
Teasing part was nice
Update soon please
Thanks for pm
Such a lovely update😍😍
Dilshad as always the sweetheart ❣️❣️
Please dillu he really deserves a smack from you...use slippers, broom anything but set him alright😂these aunties and girls teasing them... bechara sharmilla Asad
Update soon author ji!🙃
Chapter 12 - Preview
Tu hi haqeeqat…khwab tu
She stood in the middle of the living room, her breath unsteady like her pulse. The silver moon gleamed through the large window as it stood bare of the curtains.
And there he was…just casually staring back into her soul. His eyes glittered and sparkled much like the ring he had placed on her a moment ago.
It was her turn now.
She looked at the hopeful faces of her Aapi and Jeeju as she raised her hand to place the ring on his finger.
Her hand shivered– much too visually to her annoyance– as she slid it on.
She was about to extract it back when she found Asad’s fingers curling against hers. And before she knew it, he had intertwined their hands.
That whisper of a smile that seldom graced his lips, touched his eyes too.
It didn’t make his gaze any less intense.
But it held promises and reassurances…it comforted her heart and sent it into a frenzy at the same time.
She would have a million questions for herself tonight.
What was she doing? She should talk to him…Why wasn’t she talking to him? Was she that afraid of rejection that she evaded the topic? What if one word from her pushed him in the other direction? She wanted him so much that it almost felt wrong…almost.
But the questions flew away as the eyes entangled…their feathers flocking to the same unsure place she had locked them in.
Right now, all she saw was him. All she felt was him.
His ring on her finger…his hold on her hand…his gaze on hers.
She would open the box of pandora in seclusion…later in the safety of her room when the night was a little darker.
For now, she just belonged.
xx
For anyone still reading,
Preview= all I had written :D Will try to be back in 7 to 10 business days 😆
Originally posted by: parakshi
Such a lovely update😍😍
Dilshad as always the sweetheart ❣️❣️
Please dillu he really deserves a smack from you...use slippers, broom anything but set him alright😂these aunties and girls teasing them... bechara sharmilla Asad
Update soon author ji!🙃
Thank you!! Updated a part of it :D
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