Okay, this is by far the saddest OS I have ever written. The content depicts happiness but it turned out to be crap. Hopefully you can read this till the end :P
Enjoy 😆
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"Hello? Is this Zoya speaking?" She heard an unknown voice on the other side of the phone line.
"Hmm." She murmured softly with a frown.
"I am Asad Ahmed Khan speaking." She heard his stern and manly voice and without a second she started her chorus of the beautiful 'song' she had written for him.
"Saale Bandar! Ulle ke patthe! Suvar ki aulad! Dimaag naam ki cheez hai tujhe?! Behayaa besharam insaan! Itna kharab kaam karne ke baad mujhe phone karta hai! Ek number ka nautanki idiot kahin ka! Tujhe toh main-"
Before she could complete the long line of her self made song, the line went dead.
"Acha hua phone kaat diya! Kameeney ko aur do char galiyan padh jaati!"
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"NO.DAMN.WAY!" Asad Ahmed Khan looked at his brother and saw him raising his brows.
"What? Bhaijaan? You didn't even speak to her!" Ayaan said.
"Trust me Ayaan, after whatever she said, I'd rather marry a brainless Bimbo than this chick!"
"Are you going to tell me what she told you?" Ayaan said scratching his head.
"She called my ullu, suvar, nautanki and what not! Oh Lord! All of you'll are crazy. I'm going to tell Abbu and Ammi that I can't marry this chick!"
"Bhaijaan stop behaving so lame! She's so pretty, I showed a picture too didn't I?"
"Yes. But her language and personality seems to be absolutely contrasting to her picture!"
"Okay okay. How about I fix a meeting of yours with her?"
"WHAT?! After that insult you think I want to see her face! No one talks to Asad Ahmed Khan that way!"
"Yes Bhaijaan you are right." Ayaan said with a hand on his shoulder.
They both looked at each for a short while. Asad put on his glares and left after mumbling, "Tomorrow morning at 11. Tell her to come to Caf Mangii."
Ayaan smiled to himself. He was 110% sure that Asad was smitten by Zoya the moment he saw her picture. Theirs was an arranged marriage and Asad trusted his parents choice. All in all even Ayaan seemed to like her so he was sure she was the one for him. But after today's conversation he was having second thoughts. Her language, her lehza, her tone, everything was against how he had pictured her to be. Still, he had this feeling deep inside, that he should probably give her another chance. So he decided to meet her personally this time.
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"I'm not meeting that dog alone, Aapi!"
"Zoya! He's your to-be-husband! Don't you dare address him like that!" Zeenat reprimanded her.
"Jiju please. I don't want to get married so soon! I'm only 21!"
"Zoya, bacha, listen to us will you? Just meet him once tomorrow and then what ever you decide will be the final verdict."
"But Anwar-" Zeenat tried to reason her side but Anwar cut her off.
"Trust me Zeenat." He gave her an understanding look.
"Will you do this for your jiju?"
Zoya thought over it and finally nodded.
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Asad sat in the Caf waiting for his bride-to-be. It was 11:07 am. And he hated people who were not punctual. A fresh breeze of air brought him out of his thoughts. He looked towards the door of the Caf and saw her. Dressed in bell-bottom jeans and a loose kurti along with silver mojri's that adorned her feet, she looked no less than an angel descending from heaven. She removed her glares and tried to look around, she even passed a look at him but then moved towards the east. That's when it stuck him, she may have not even seen my picture. He had to call her.
"Excuse me? Zoya?" He asked her standing behind her as she turned to look at him.
His eyes caught hold of hers in such a gripping hold that she couldn't look away. His deep, dark brown eyes were a mirage to his emotions. She found herself getting lost in the depths of his gorgeous orbs.
"Excuse me?" An old man interrupted them, they were standing in the middle of the way that led out of the Caf.
As they moved aside and let the people pass, he walked back to his table making sure she follows him this time. Zoya fidgeted with the leather strap of her long purse across her chest and sat opposite him.
There was absolute silence and awkwardness for the first 10 minutes. They looked at everything but each other. And even if they're eyes collided at all, they would give out a nervous laugh and look away. How the hell would they spend their lives with each other at this rate?!
"Okay. This is so weird." Zoya said with her head in her hands.
"Yeah I guess." Asad replied with a smile.
"Look I'm really sorry for the whole abusing thing yesterday. I was just pissed that you agreed to marry me without even meeting me."
"That's okay. I kind of figured that out."
"Thanks." Zoya felt this weird sensation that she might like this guy. He was handsome, had a well built physique, could speak well, looked like a gentleman, everything about him was rather perfect. But she couldn't marry him just because he was perfect! Or could she?
"You want to marry me?" She asked him.
"Uhhh..I mean I don't doubt my parent's choice so I have no problem with it. But its even more important that you're comfortable with this! After all we have to live together you know."
"Asad, right?" She asked while he nodded.
"I am only 21 Asad. I want to get married but not so soon. Maybe after I finish my studies."
"You can study after we get married. I would never stop you!"
"You're saying that now. Later on you'll have a problem."
"I am Asad Ahm-"
"Ahmed Khan, I know!" She completed his sentence for him while he looked down embarrassed.
"And lemme guess? You don't go back on your word. That is what you were say right?"
"Looks like you know me already." He said cheekily.
Zoya smiled at him and asked.
"Would you have a problem if I have guy friends?"
"Not to a certain limit. I hope you don't have any boyfriend or best friend whose a guy."
"Haha. Not really. Just a few friends back in New York. And maybe I won't see them ever again if we get married." She added with a sigh.
"Then its decided. Our first honeymoon would be New York! Even I can meet your friends then!" He suggested.
"First? How many are you planning to have Mr.??" She giggled.
"Well your pretty, you'd be my wife and obviously I would want to spend more time with you! So first honeymoon is New York." He said with a smile.
"Done!" She added in unison.
"Can you cook?" He asked her.
"Haan cook se yaad aaya! I need a full time cook. I'm not going to cook, until and unless you want the whole house to be in ruins!" Zoya wriggled her brows.
"Yeah okay! We'll hire a cook. Anyway we'll be staying separately and not with Abbu, Ammi and Ayaan."
"Why?"
"Because they think we need privacy. And I guess they're right, nahi?"
"Yeah we do need privacy. Done then, full time maid and cook!"
"Okay!"
"And the bedroom walls have to be white!"
"I was wondering maybe grey would look nice?"
"It would, but not in our room! White is decided!"
"Arre! It's my room too!"
"Nah. If you're marrying me then you have to do this."
Asad gave up ultimately and decided to do what she was saying. It didn't matter anymore. The abuses, her tone, her laughter, her eyes, her smell, her aura, everything about her drove him crazy. Absolutely crazy. And he knew it wasn't one sided. He could see the same infatuation in her eyes for him. The excitement and twinkle in her eyes when they were discussing they're future was irreplaceable.
They got married the following month in a grand affair since the Khan family was one the richest Muslim families in Bhopal. As promised, Asad took Zoya to their first honeymoon to none other than New York. He met her friends and blended with them. She was an item to cherish is what her friends had told him. And he did. He did cherish her now and forever.
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