The unsaid feelingswere finally being said? - Page 2

Three days had passed by yet Zoya and Asad stilled looked at each other remembering that evening, their eyes showing every emotion their hearts felt. Asad couldn't help but to look at Zoya sharing the food at dinner time, while she spoke to ammi with a bright smile plastered on her face, her dimples deep into her cheeks Asad looked at her and smiled slightly as their gaze met, both blushing again. Ammi looked at the two "wow three days has passed and they are still blushing as though they were married minutes ago." Ammi remembered everything from that day it was the happiest day of her life, her son got married to the right lardki for him and the right bahu for her, and she was bahuta khush. It was jumma, the day everyone was awaiting anxiously, as guest arrived they greeted everyone, decorations were being placed the Khan mansion was filled with happiness and joy. Zoya awoke early and dressed up in blue, purple with a slight black shalwar, she descended the staircase and looked more beautiful than ever, the sun hit her face and it glowed she looked heaven like Asad thought as he watched his soon to be wife walk down. Asad smiled to himself as he noticed her clothing, she didn't wear jeans or a kurti Ms. Zoya Farooqui had on a traditional shalwar this shocked him. "Good morning she greeted to everyone as she passed by"…with a big smile she ran to her sister and hugged her all the while Asad stood there and looked on, remembering what happened a few nights back. "I want you to say you feel the same as me Zoya" Zoya broke away from his hold, "Mr. Khan what are you saying?" she looked at him with a million questions in her eyes "did he just ask me that?..What to do Zoya? Aapi don't know? Phupi ? Najma? I can't let them hurt I just can't…" Asad saw her she was fighting herself he knew she felt the same way and so did she, "you heard me, I love you Zoya"…Zoya stood there shocked out of her shoes with his words echoing in her ears…"I love you Zoya…I love you…I love"... "did I hear right? No ? never? Mr. Khan is emotionally challenged he can never.." and again he said it "I LOVE YOU ZOYA FAROOQUI"… this was it her breaking point he told her she rushed towards him and rapped her arms around him and replied "I love you ASAD"…with tears escaping they both held on to each other, as Tanveer looked on in despair, and Zoya's sister stood in the living room with tears in her eyes she thought "finally Zoya has won a battle Allah shukriya"…Zeenat cleared her throat and Asad and Zoya were shocked to see her standing in the living room they separated immediately. Zeenat wanted to laugh but she held her composure she was going to frighten them thoroughly she thought"Good night, Zoya and Asad, why didn't you inform me that you were getting married?...Aap..Nahi stop I heard from someone saying that you were having a fake nikaah that's why I am here Zoya" Zeenat walked up to them both with anger written all over her face "I'm so dead" Zoya thought as she looked at Asad he watched her with a soft feeling and in that moment she knew that he wouldn't let anything happen to her. "Zoya we are leaving right away go and…" "please mujhe marv kar deje" retorted Asad "we should have informed you.. "bas Asad miya Zeenat walked up closer to them and reached for Zoya's hand as Asad flinched Zeenat knew that it was real there was love between then and she knew it she got hold of Zoya hand and she then took Asad's hand "Asad on behalf of Farooquis myself and my husband I give Zoya to you"… Zoya's face lit up and so did Asad he blushed as he held on to her hand tightly." Zoya was his and only his, he loved her and he knew everyone else loved her, especially ammi. Asad trance broke as he felt someone touch him there she stood in her purple, blue and black shalwar at his side holding his elbow like a good wife as she welcomed her jijaju. Asalam wailaikum jijaju…wailaikum asalam beta… she let go and hugged him as Asad reached for a shake hand he pulled him in for a hug, this wasn't a deal this was two families uniting and they shared an emotional embrace. Zoya and Zeenat look on both smiling. All the preparations were finished Zoya Zeenat, Najma and Phupi were all together dressing Zoya for the final rituals, the nikaah. Asad was already awaiting her arrival "how can she be late and she is dressing upstairs he thought as he rolled his eyes" Asad stood mighty as a lion with his hands held behind his back dressed in his cream and slightly red bordered sharwani he looked even more dashing, he passed his hand through his hair and looked up as the three most important women in his lives were descending the stairs. His gaze drifted to the woman in the middle, Ms. Zoya Farooqui soon to be Ms. Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan, her dark mehendi showed through her vail, the love she felt in her heart for him darkened on her hand, she was dressed in a dark yellow and red garara, the top laced with golden thread and beads that bordered and covered every inch the eye could see, the skirt red with golden threats that showed beautiful artistry and the beads shimmered with the light, Asad saw the stole, the pink stole she had chosen to wear the night they were engaged, how faith would have it. She had it neatly placed on her head with her sirbandi hanging to the side with slight makeup, Zoya looked more gorgeous than the first time he saw her. Asad faced was plastered with joy as he watched his bride descend the stairs Zoya was the most perfect bride. The wedding rituals soon began, Zoya blushed as she passed him remembering all there cute little fights and thinking about how much more they would have after this nikaah , she smiled and took her seat, Asad watched her till they placed the veil up, he remembered everytime he saved her when she was dressed up and "Zoya no harm will ever come to you again" and he smiled. The imam recited pages from the hold Quran and he asked " Asad do you Accept Ms Zoya Farooqui? Qubool hai!! "Zoya do you accept Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan? …there was a long pause , Asad's heart fluctuated, QUBOOL HAI!! Mubaracko …mubarcko everyone began dancing and singing as Asad was placed next to his wife Zoya, he placed his hand around her and she blushed sweetly at him as he watched her with only love in his eyes. Ammi…ammi…teek ho nah?..mai teek ho beta, Phupi was drawn out of her memories by zoya's question, Zoya took her rightful place at Asad's right side and she poured him coffee as he looked at her with her kurti and jeans and smiled, "that's my wife, my Zoya, my misfit, my modern lardki, I love you"..Asad thought as she grazed his hand with hers. Zoya looked at him and she mouthed as if hearing his thoughts "I love you"…