Asya FF : Dekh Dilne Seekhli Baatein Sufiyana - Page 18

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Chapter 15

Beri piya…bada bedardi

The news broke soon after.

Aapi was the most excited from the lot. Her Zoya coming back home after so long. She had a million things on her to-do list to welcome the newlyweds.

It was decided. The walima was going to take place in New York. Their two weeks of honeymoon would be enough time to set up. And she could show Khala and Najma around too. Mashallah! Damaad ho to aisa! How easily he had included them all.

She emptied rest of the contents from the suitcase and saw Zoya carrying over a heap of jeans to pack.

“Zoya, you are not going to need so many. Leave some space for other stuff too”

“Aapi, how am I supposed to know which one I want to wear?”

“Just listen to me, would you. I have something for you”

“What?” Zoya jumped to her side excited.

Zeenat quietly handed her a bag before getting back to her job of removing half the jeans from the big pile.

“Umm…Aapi, what exactly is this?” Zoya asked, her voice horrified.

“It’s your honeymoon gift. Wahan bhi apne tomboy kapde mat pehne baith jana” Zeenat answered at once.

A burst of loud and hearty laughter forced her to look at her baby sister.

“What” she asked conscious.

“Ling…lingerie… you got me lingerie” Zoya managed to spit out between her raucous laughs. “Oh, aapi” she exclaimed clutching her stomach “You have grown, haven’t you”?

“What are you implying, young lady?”

Zoya raised her eyebrows knowingly and broke into another round of laughter, her Aapi joining in this time.

She remembered the time when Aapi refused to have ‘the talk’ with her. When Lucas from seventh grade had tried to hold her hand, she had thought she was going to get pregnant. There were tears, tissues and a runny nose. And when she had come home crying, her Aapi still wouldn’t elaborate. Poor Jeeju had to take the brunt. He had managed to find a kid appropriate way for the birds and bees talk.

Looking at the lacy piece of black in her hand, she looked at her proud. See how far we’ve come! But just couldn’t resist herself from saying,

“Aapi, I don’t think they are going to take a whole lot of space in the bag…or me”

“Lahaul- vila- kuwwat, Zoya”

xx

He almost slammed the door to his house as he walked into it.

What a bunch of morons! He leaves the office unattended for one week and comes back to a pile of horrid unorganized mess. It’s like they couldn’t get anything done without him there.

What did he even pay them for?

“Aagaye Asad, coffee banau” his Ammi called out

“Please Ammi”

He massaged his pounding head with his knuckles just before he opened the door to his room. A crease appeared between his brows as he looked with disdain at its condition.

There was a suitcase propped directly on the bed – not even any additional measure taken to protect the bedsheet. There were clothes splayed everywhere and an army of shoes patrolled on the floor.

Seriously? He had just organized it yesterday!

His hand found its way to his forehead again. “Mrs. Khan” He realized he loved calling her that. “Mrs. Khan?” Where is she? “Please clean up the room”

With a resigned sigh, he got to the job himself.

“Mrs. Khan” he repeated. What weird order did she want her jeans to be in again?

“Zoya” Asad said, his voice loud and agitated now. He pinched the bridge of his nose. The headache was killing him.

Just as he picked another pair of jeans to put away, he tripped on Zoya’s shoes thrown beside him haphazardly.

What in the world!

He removed the fabric that had landed on his face and looked at it properly for the first time.

“Yes, Mr. Khan”

He hadn’t heard her coming in. And now he wasn’t sure if he wanted to. He didn’t know what his face revealed.

“Apne bulaya” Why was he frozen like a statue?

“Asad coffee” Dilshad’s voice broke the silence.

It was Zoya’s turn to freeze as Asad lifted his head to look at her.

“What…what’s wrong Mr. Khan?” she asked timidly, her hands turning clammy. She could feel him grinding his teeth.

“Please clean up the room” There was nothing polite about his voice. Zoya looked at his retreating figure baffled. She knew he hated untidiness but why was he being this touchy. It’s not like she did it on purpose. Ab packing karni hai toh thoda messy toh hoga na.

Meh! When did he ever behave normal, Zoya

As she moved to pick up her shoes from the floor, she saw Najma sneaking in.

“Is it time yet, bhabhi”

Zoya smiled lovingly. She’ll never get used to that word.

“Tamatar, your bhaijaan is right outside in the kitchen”

“It’s okay, he is busy with his coffee. You go ahead. It’ll only take a minute. Please”

“Ok ok. Ja rahi hu” Zoya laughed surrendering.

Najma clapped excitedly as she moved to shut the door.

Maybe she can pick something similar for her in New York. She hoped her bhabhi had the power to convince her bhaijaan in her signature toofani manner.

xx

“What’s the matter Asad? Something happened?” Dilshad asked concerned.

Yes, aapki zarurat se zyada modern bahu happened.

“Nothing Ammi, just a headache. I think I’ll go change first”

Dilshad frowned. What new trouble was lurking in the paradise now!

As a tired Asad trudged back to the room, Zoya stepped out of the bathroom earning appreciative oohs and aahs on her new outfit.

“Tamatar?”

Bhaijaan!

“Aah! Bhai…bhaijaan” she responded scared out of her wits.

Asad was about to question her about the deer-caught-in-headlights look when his gaze fell at his wife sporting the wretched mini skirt that had landed on his face moments ago.

While Najma’s wide eyes enlarged further in fear, her brother’s turned steely with anger.

“I guess I’ll talk to you later bhabhi” she mumbled, her voice breaking.

“Mrs. Khan” he growled. Zoya gulped.

“In my defense, you weren’t supposed to see it until Paris”

“What is that supposed to mean?” he demanded jaw clenched. Was this answer supposed to help his frayed nerves? Before she could retort, he continued with his word vomit.

“You do it on purpose too, don’t you…to make me mad. You knew I wouldn’t permit you wearing clothes like this, that’s why you bought this didn’t you” he thundered on and on.

The nerve in his forehead danced and leaped as he averted his gaze, looking at anything but her. His head was on the verge of exploding.

Agreed he had calmed his nerves when he had first seen it, thinking it was one of her New York fashion ensembles, that might not see light of the day. But now hearing her admit she specifically got that handkerchief for a skirt, deserted his body of any residual patience. There was no way he was going to let other men see his wife in that thing. Did she not know how their brains worked? What their vile thoughts were comprised of? Can she not for once act like a pardesi brat and show some decorum for her culture and roots.

“You know, I was right. Aap mere liye bilkul galat ladki hai. Kisi ke culture ki boundaries, tehzeeb, tameez kya hai, you don’t have the slightest idea.” Asad roared, his figure intimidating hers.

A couple seconds ticked away in silence as Zoya stared numbly at him.

But then rage quickened her blood.

Her words came late, each tick of the clock riling up the storm inside her. They stuck in her throat half in disbelief, half wounded.

But once they did, there was no stop sign barring them. He had broken the dam today and there was no going back.

xx

A fight again. Men !

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Asya & their fight

Asad did wrong & now he has to bear the consequences

His lioness is ready this time to give him a piece of mind.

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Originally posted by: jayasree.rao

A fight again. Men !

Typical Asad.

Also updating next part

Originally posted by: asifiqbalsh

Nice update dear

Asya & their fight

Asad did wrong & now he has to bear the consequences

His lioness is ready this time to give him a piece of mind.

Update soon please

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Chapter 16

Tum hi ho…chaen bhi mera dard bhi

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‘Aap mere liye bilkul galat hai’…

‘Culture ki boundaries kya hai’….

‘I wouldn’t permit you’…

Fury vibrated through her being as his words spun in her mind. Something snapped inside her and she had to grip her hands together to prevent herself from wringing them.

“What did you just say to me? Permit? You wouldn’t permit me wearing clothes like that.” Her voice shook with barely repressed rage.

“How dare you and who are you?” Zoya shouted “You don’t have the slightest right to make decisions about what I should and shouldn’t put on my body.

And clothes like what huh…clothes like what? It’s just a skirt for crying out loud. Hamara culture itna kamzor hai ki mere skirt pehne se khatam ho jayega”

Asad had just been ready to retort when he was warned by Zoya’s finger mid-air “Meri baat abhi khatam nahi hui”

“Why?... just why did you marry me then? If I am so characterless in your eyes”

“ZOYA” he reprimanded. Her tears tugged at something in his heart

“Maine kaha na meri baat khatam nahi hui hai” she yelled equally as loud, face red, eyes heavy with tears. Her words flowed freely. She’d had enough. Enough of everything.

“Just tell me why? I want answers from you today. Jab se hamari sagai hui hai, you have only been saying one thing. Jo faisla Ammi ka hai, who aapka hai. Bataiye Mr. Khan kya yeh aapka faisla nahi tha” she cried flashing him their wedding ring.

“You shouldn’t have married me Mr. Khan. You shouldn’t have made a galat ladki like me your wife. You shouldn’t have bought those tickets. You shouldn’t have come so close to me” she hollered helplessly, digging her finger in his chest with every sentence.

“Zoya” he said softly in hopes to calm her down. Her entire body was shaking with angry sobs.

“Don’t” she whispered her tears unstoppable. “Just don’t… you’ve said enough. I am very happy keeping my self-respect intact. You can jolly-well wallow on your high horse alone”

xx

It was madness what he had done, what he had said. And the need to apologize was fervent.

What was wrong with him? How could he say something like that to her? Yes, he was upset but half of it he had brought back from office.

‘Where is she?’ he found himself wondering for the umpteenth time. He had stepped out to talk but she was nowhere to be seen.

It was beginning to get dark and by the looks of the stormy gray sky about to rain.

“Urghh” he grunted “You are a moron of highest level Asad Ahmed Khan”

Her words rung in his ears, they stung him hard playing on a loop over and over.

‘You shouldn’t have married me… You shouldn’t have come so close to me…If I am so characterless…hamara culture itna kamzor hai’

He never learnt did he! After everything that had happened with Tanveer, how could he judge Zoya.

“Zoya” he called out. Not in the garden either? Where is she?

He circled back to the front and ran into the street looking for her. It would start pouring anytime now. The wind was wild around him– much like his heartbeat.

He pondered how would he explain himself, clarify that all he felt was…insecurity. Possessiveness and jealousy. Yes, modesty had been a concern, but the dismaying thought of men lusting after her had followed suit soon.

Just then lightning lit up the sky, and her walking figure.

Asad ran towards her as soon as he spotted her. He had meant to be gentle, wanted to tell her how sorry he was that he made her doubt herself. But watching her walk alone in the streets of Bhopal enveloped by darkness haunted his senses. Anger got the best of him.

“What is wrong with you?” her body jolted into his as he forcefully pulled at her arm. “Do you have any idea how unsafe this is. Why would you step out of the house at an hour like this?”

He should have expected her words, prepped himself for it but yet he didn’t.

“Questions, doubts and insolence, that’s all I get from you, do you know that?” Raw hurt flashed in her eyes and this time she didn’t make any effort to cover it up. Her voice was cold like the air around her.

It was do or die. He wanted her or he didn’t. She was done hiding under a pretence. The weeks of silence had fried her brain, crumpled her sane senses into a mess.

“Zoya” his voice soft, he gazed meaningfully into her eyes. “I didn’t mean it.”

“You never do Mr. Khan and yet you never stop yourself from repeating it ” The storm whirled around her– inside her. It stirred the fallen leaves and Zoya felt she was one of them, swayed one side by his harsh words and the other by his sincere apologies.

Sincere? Were they?

His grip on her arm became loose, his hand moved in the direction of hers, holding it ever so softly.

She could have broken free – drew her hand away. But it wasn’t his hold that held her back, it was his gaze. The same look that often drained her – of any sense, sensibility, anger.

As the thunder rumbled around them, she felt all three slipping away yet again.

xx

It had become a precursor to his words and feelings, the whirlwind around him. Her sad eyes reflected by the dim streetlight were unbearable. But he understood their silent questions.

“I’m trying Zoya. I promise I am. To understand and change, for better, for you. And yes, I may be wrong about many things. But there is one thing, I am absolutely sure about”

Her heartbeat seized.

He took her face into his hands careful as if she was made of fine glass and whispered “That you belong with me. Now and forever. So, say what you have to, but I would marry you over and over again and mean it each time”

Then the sky opened, and rain poured. The gust of wind paused letting the leaves kiss the ground. The sudden drenching shocked her, but she couldn’t move. She stood there looking into his earnest eyes, her tears melting into the rain.

“Then what took you so long?” she managed to breath out.

Asad answered truthfully

“I was…scared. I would never be able to live with myself if I hurt you, just like my Ab…”

“You’re not your father. You never will be” Zoya interrupted

“I am sorry. I am so sorry” The raindrops veiled it, but she could somehow see his tears, feel them as her own. “For every wrong ever, for every tear ever.” He wiped her eyes clear of the water that ran over her.

“You’re not inadequate Zoya, I am incapable”

“Asad, shh…” She held a hand over his lips to stop him from berating himself.

No, he’d never make things easy for her. Just when she had solidified her heart not to yield to his apologies anymore, he had opened the door and offered himself. So, how could she refuse?

She shivered but not because of the storm outside. Her fingers moved to rest against his wet cheek. And when she looked into his dark eyes, she knew she wouldn’t ask for more answers. She didn’t need them.

Maybe it took the span of a heartbeat, maybe a lifetime – who knew. But in the middle of a stormy chaos, she was home.

xx

I was going to end the story with this chapter but I might be adding one more. Thoughts?

All emotions are beautifully expressed inwords. How can you end it in a chapter? Paris tri and Newyork visit.

So many occassions to come closer and understand each other.

Please continue.

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Don’t end it here please

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