Asya FF : Dekh Dilne Seekhli Baatein Sufiyana - Page 16

Originally posted by: Godaras

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Chapter 12

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

Asad cringed slightly as the contents of the suitcase landed messily on his bed. As he unsuccessfully tried to glare, his wife just shrugged.

“Phuphi…I mean Ammi told me we should make time to arrange the closet today”. Asad opened his mouth only to be cut off by her. “Ab please yeh mat kahiyega ki organize bhi organize hoke karo”

He resorted to shaking his head. There was just no winning with her.

Plus, if he was being honest, he really didn’t care much. Zoya stood there a couple feet away, in his room, as his wife, arranging their closet. She could wind up a storm right there, right then and he still wouldn’t bat an eye. He was a happy man!

“Here let me make some space” Asad offered as he moved to the other end of the room.

He already had.

He had heard Najma talk about how much Zoya loved the makeup dresser in the guest bedroom and how sad she was leaving it. So, he had decided to systemise his shoes and clothes and make some space for a new dresser on its way.

“Wow Jahapanah, you must be a vampire. Itni jaldi sab clear kar diya” she said smiling as she inched closer with hangers in her hand.

“Vampire?” Just how many nicknames was he going to get.

“Edward, the vampire?…umm Twilight?” she continued when he gave her a blank stare… “It’s a reference because he moves really fast.”

“Oh”

Asad decided to drop the subject. He really didn’t want to explain that he was just a human who had been slowly doing this, every day, for the past three days.

As they completed the task of setting the closet, Zoya peeked a look at his face.

A mellow Mr. Khan? Looks like her pitara of duas at the dargah this morning had worked.

Although they had been silent for the past hour, her grumpy husband did not complain once about the mess or how the hangers weren’t equidistance from each other.

In fact, he had been acting abnormally cheerful for his Jahapanah Bond self.

Maybe he did get bit by a vampire last night when she was busy pretending to sleep. Who knew at this point?

xx

The silence didn’t last for too long.

They had just gotten into a fight about what color codes her jeans should be set up in.

She had been amused, even a little smitten when he had arranged her shoes by style, heel size and then color. Then he had categorised and subcategorised her clothes into Indian and western, again with his specialised color code.

And she had let him.

To her, it was totally unnecessary and crazy; it’s not like she was ever going to keep it up. But he had been so invested and helpful she couldn’t stop him –until he touched her jeans that is.

Nobody moved the order they were in. It always went from the ones she wore the most to the ones she never touched.

“Why do you even keep these if you never want to wear them?” Asad argued

“Because I might want to someday”

“And when exactly is that day going to be?” he challenged

“I don’t know but I would like to be prepared just in case”

“I still think you should donate these and keep the ones you wear in a proper order” he crossed his arms across his chest putting a little too much pressure on the word proper.

“Well, I don’t care what you think, how about that?” hands on her hips, Zoya fired back into his proud face.

The thought mustn’t have settled too well with him since a crease appeared on his forehead as he uncrossed his arms restlessly.

But then his stance changed.

“Really you don’t?” he asked in a hushed tone as he moved closer.

Her hands dropped from her waist as she took a step back effectively trapping herself between the strong frame of his body and the closet.

“No no I mean…”

Zoya trailed off, her mind going blank as she watched his stare travel to her lips. Allah miyan, just how many times am I going to end up in this torturous situation!

His bold hand travelled up to her face to tuck that errant strand of hair behind her ear.

“What do you mean Mrs. Khan? Because I’d like to think that you do in fact care… Mrs. Khan”

Stop calling me that or I will melt into a puddle right here ­– and his smirk told her he knew it. Damn it!

Asad couldn’t stop the smile from slipping through. The erratic pulse at the base of her throat gave her away. He let his hand rest there.

There, this was it! The moment was here.

He needed to tell her how much he cared…how deeply he loved. Her reaction to his touch was electric. It made him confident…bolder. He stepped forward effectively erasing all space between them.

“Zo..” he began when,

“Bhaijaan!”

Ya Khuda, what does a man have to do to successfully confess his love to his newly wedded wife?!

Najma shrunk under both her Bhaijaan’s and Bhabhi’s glare as she entered the room.

Maybe whisking Zoya away for a honeymoon wasn’t a bad idea after all.

xx

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Originally posted by: Godaras

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CHAPTER 13

In lamhon ke daaman main...pakeezah se rishte hain

The fragrant curtain of intertwined mogra flowers was the only thing that separated them. The buzz of excitement hummed through his veins, slowly erasing the gnawing worries.

She didn’t know but he was petrified of his bride taking off.

As she sat across him, only the hem of her red lehenga visible to his gaze, he wanted to reach out and touch her. Just for a second, just to confirm she wasn’t a figment of his wishful imagination.

She’s here, it’s happening, his heart and mind chanted over and over.

All these days, those three magical words had tried to tip-toe their way out. But a little something had kept him at bay.

He’d seen it ­– the flash of desire…the strange want he felt – he’d seen it pass in her eyes too. Every time he inched closer; he witnessed her pulse jump.

The sangeet rehearsals had disclosed her secrets.His arms held her so close that his heart had felt hers, wildly beating like a thundering rumble.

Although, her lack of participation through the rituals and unsettling silence had the family struggling to find their own theories; the increasing need also mirrored in her clear eyes.

She’s just nervous…

It’s a big step, she must be processing it…

Maybe she realized she would not see her Aapi and Jeeju often…

It felt like they all sat in a circle to analyse as soon as she left the room. Whatever her reason might be, there was only one thing that had stopped Asad from backing out.

Her scrambled nerves.

If she made him want, then he made her nervous. Good nervous. His presence affected her; his touch made her tremble ­– much like hers made him burn.

Looking back at it, he understood his pathetic need to stay mad. The unexplained force that she reeled his stubborn heart in had bothered him. Asad Ahmed Khan had fell in love and the intensity of his helplessness left him breathless. So, he raged and fumed. Thundered and smoldered.

But now that the haze of anger had cleared and acceptance settled in, fear took its place.He had told her she was a misfit when in reality he felt incapable.

Although his Ammi had managed to push them closer in the last week, no declaration left his terrified lips.

Asad had no idea how he would react if she were to refuse his heart. Would he drop at her feet and plead her to be in his life? Would he let her leave no questions asked?

How could he possibly convince her that life would be a bed of roses with him, when he knew it won’t.

So, he kept his mouth shut.

While Zoya’s silence melted all his thoughts of a confident confession away, that flicker of awareness in her eyes kept him equally close.

Emotionally challenged. She had correctly diagnosed him.

His tangled gut relaxed now as he felt the challenge easing.

The whisper of ‘qubool hai’ on her lips brought solace and bliss unmatched. Yes, it wasn’t a bed of roses, but as he proudly admitted his love in front of his God and the world, he promised from this moment on he would make certain ­it would be­ – for her…

… “Qubool hai” …

xx

There was something familiar about the raindrops against his window tonight. They tossed him back into some familiar half-retained bhaang filled memories. He stared at his wife in the candle lit as she made their bed.

The generator was acting up again. He would be replacing it tomorrow because the thought of fixing it, also brought back memories…

…that of parted lips and heated sighs.

Just thinking about her following suit and being stuck in the closed space made him sweat. He had controlled himself last time but now… Zoya was his wife. And seeing her taking creases out of their bedding also did strange things to him.

There weren’t going to be any strong arguments left in his sane mind to stop himself from acting.

He let out a sigh.

Zoya risked a peek at her husband from under her thick lashes. She could feel his stare boring through her being.

Phuphi ko bhi aaj hi akela chod kar bahar jana tha.

And on top of that she had took the whole mandli with her.

So much for wanting to spend the night with Aapi tonight. All her excuses had gone down the drain. Decayed and decomposed.

She deliberately moved slower, creasing and uncreasing the sheets. Agreed they had a good time in the morning even though half of it was them fighting, but she still didn’t how to act all patni around him. And did he want her to?

She had never once tried to change herself for his benefit but now was she obligated to?

“Ugh”

“Did you say something?”

Did she do that out loud.

“Main, nahi to” She decided to feign ignorance.

Zoya noisily squealed as she exaggeratedly stretched faking a yawn. “I think I am going to umm sleep” she said as if unsure.

Was she trying to tell me something?

He took that as a hint and moved closer to the bed. “In fact main bhi”

As he lifted the sheets to get into bed, he heard her scream “Yeh aap kya kar rahe hai”

Why did she have to act like a soap opera actress sometimes he would never understand…

“Trying to go to sleep” he said as a matter of fact.

Her wide eyes relaxed a bit as she witnessed Asad pretending she was invisible and coolly laying down on his side.

Look at him, so calm and collected!

Her annoyed mind suddenly had a vision of kicking him to the ground.

She took her time showering, moisturizing and changing into sleep wear. Nearing the bed, she contemplated sleeping on the sofa but then decided against it.

If he can act cool so can I!

As she tried slipping into bed, she noticed her pillow was gone.

What?

Just then an arm shot out and replaced its spot. Zoya looked dumbly at his arm for a moment and then at him. His face showed no expression, but his eyes were restless…stormy.

Not understanding her own reaction, she ignored his move and propped his back towards him utterly exasperated.

He always runs hot and cold. Always! Saying whatever he pleases, doing whatever his pleases. Bhaad mein ja…

…What the hell are you doing Zoya? This is like the first step on his part!

Her hand reached to stop his arm as she changed her mind midway. That’s right! Bhaad mein jaye sab kuch. She had the full right to sleep in her husband’s arms. He had said qubool hai too hadn’t he?

As she rested her head on his stretched-out arm, she took a chance to glance at his face. She found his eyes closed, lips curled, face serene. Her dimple made an appearance.

Zoya's trembling hand found its way to his white kurta, pausing where his heart rested. While she closed her eyes, revelling in the sensation, Asad opened his to properly take her in.

He had seen her face terribly fall in the morning when he had denied her honeymoon. He decided right there and then not his silent awkwardness to hurt her more. His afraid paralysed lips might take their time, but he needed to kick the yawning distance away.

He turned towards her then, his other arm going over her shoulder, his hand resting on the back of her head drawing her closer.

He closed his eyes as he felt her snuggle into his body and soon fell into a peaceful slumber.

xx

Just heard they are revampimg qh as qh 2.0 as web series?? What !!!!!!😱😍

Missed dillu in this part but still it was lovely 😍 😍

Glad that Asad is trying to remove the distance between them

Reminiscing bhang wali night and generator repairing ❤️❤️

Originally posted by: parakshi

Missed dillu in this part but still it was lovely 😍 😍

Glad that Asad is trying to remove the distance between them

Reminiscing bhang wali night and generator repairing ❤️❤️

Thank you ❤️ The bhaang vali night was a special treat for all qh fans 😃

Lovely update !!!!

Beautifully written. Just loved it.

Your presentation skills and command on language makes the story unique and fresh.

I did not watch the serial but love to read most of the FFs and oses.

Please continue ASAP as being a senior citizen I loose continuity and have to read from the beginning.

Waiting eagerly for the next part

Originally posted by: kavyapramod99

Lovely update !!!!

Thank you ❤️