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Zoya sat on the bed covered in her bridal attire. She couldn't believe it! She was a married woman now. Married. Allah Miyaan! This felt so weird. She was sitting on the same bed where she had once slept by mistake and then was cruelly thrown out of it by its owner. This bed, this room, even the bathroom that he had considered as such a prized possession were all hers now! They would spend all their time here, together. Their days and their nights. Nights? Okay, this is going to be so awkward.
Her bridal dress was the one chosen by her Phuphi, oops! Now her Ammi. It was her ancestral suit with the most ancient Zardosi work. The suit was perhaps the most beautiful thing she had come across that night. Really? What about Mr. Khan? Her heart yelled. Wasn't it supposed to be the other way round? Wasn't the guy supposed to gawk at his bride and take pride in her being his forever now? But this man was Mr. Khan. Why would he even open that precious mouth of his and utter anything good to me? She huffed.
She fell silent when she heard the door open and saw Tamatar walk in with a glass of milk. She kept the glass on the table next to the bed and Zoya immediately sprang up from the bed to grab it, but Tamatar stopped her.
"Bhabhi! What are you doing?" She asked with a grin.
"I'm thirsty Tamatar! Isn't this milk for me?" Zoya asked casually.
"Bhabhi this is for Bhaijaan! Not for you." Najma chuckled.
"What? Why? I mean what is your bhaijaan going to do drinking milk on his wedding night?" She scratched her chin and Najma turned red with embarrassment. She told Zoya to keep quiet and let Asad drink it when he arrives. Zoya just shrugged.
Before Najma could walk out, Ayaan and Nikhat walked in.
"Let's make this night some more fun. How about that, Mona Daaarling?" Ayaan winked at Zoya and she raised her brows.
"Absolutely!" Nikhat and Najma agreed. Zoya looked at them with a weird expression. What the hell was going on? I don't think I'm going to enjoy this. She thought.
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Asad stood outside his room and sighed. What was going to happen tonight? He had no idea. He was just going to go with the flow. What flow, you fool? You never even open that God damn mouth of yours! He chided himself. Suhaag Raat. The two words themselves meant so much. If anything did happen tonight, he'd be damned! With her looking like the world's most beautiful woman, sitting there, on his bed, waiting for him, he might just jump on her. He turned to see his Ammi standing behind him with a stern expression, her arms folded across his chest.
"Ammi, maybe I can sleep in the guest room tonight. I mean..Miss. Farooqui might not be comfortable with me being around." He tried to reason with his mother.
"Mrs. Khan." She said.
"What?" He frowned.
"She's not Miss. Farooqui anymore, Asad. She's your wife. She's now Mrs. Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan." She said with a smile, causing one to spread across his face too.
"Ammi." He said softly and looked down.
Dilshad laughed and hit Asad's head lightly. "If you don't go in now, I'm going to push you inside."
"But Ammi.." He started off his protest but was cut off by his mother's strong glare. He turned around and tried opening the door. He looked back at his mother several times and gave her a fool's smile. Dilshad shook her head and pushed her son inside. Asad literally fell on the floor inside his room but by the time he got up, his mother had walked away, shutting the door behind her.
Asad dusted his exquisite Sherwani and turned to look at his bride on the bed. He frowned finding the bed empty. He saw a glass of milk at his bedside and gulped. He scanned the whole room and finally spotted her near the window, with her head lowered. He couldn't see her face yet, she just looked so different tonight. Maybe it was the bridal glow. That's what people said. The ambiance of the room was filled with the aroma off Jasmine scented candles and fresh rose-mogra chains, decorating the bed in a beautiful fashion. Asad shut his eyes and walked up to her. He hadn't seen her all day and all night throughout the ceremony. He wanted to see his bride, adore her.
He stood behind her and saw her hands by her side. Very softly he let his fingers brush against hers. Her skin had become rough? When did this happen? Nevertheless, he grasped her rough hand in his manly one and his other hand went up, circling her waist. Had she grown wider? He remembered seeing her last two days back. She was slim and trim with her gorgeous, soft skin. Now he was seeing changes in her. Weird.
"Zoyaa….." He whispered, his forehead resting on the back of her head. He pushed himself closer to her, trying to feel her even more. But then something happened, something fell. He frowned and looked down. It was a wig! A wig had just fallen off of Zoya's head! He bent down and picked it up, wondering when had she gone bald?
Suddenly Zoya turned and looked at Asad. He couldn't see her face yet due to the wrong angle, against the moonlight. He tilted his head a little towards the left and tried looking closer, better.
"BOOO!" Ayaan yelled at Asad's face, sticking out his tongue.
"AAAHHH!" Asad yelled and moved back, throwing the wig at Ayaan's face in a fit of fear.
"Oh My God!!!" Ayaan feel down, rolling in laughter while Zoya, Najma and Nikhat entered from the washroom, where they had been hiding and recording the whole thing in their phone. They were all laughing at Asad and Asad was going red with anger and embarrassment.
"Zoooyyaaa.." Ayaan imitated Asad and Asad got up to punch him while he ran out of the room, mumbling a sorry and laughing on his way out.
Najma and Nikhat stopped laughing once they saw Asad's face and left, wishing Zoya all the best for the night ahead. Zoya was still laughing like a maniac. Asad had had enough, he walked up to the door and locked it a loud bolt, making Zoya stop her laughter session immediately. He started walking towards her with slow and soft steps, while she started moving back. Once back, she had no more space left behind her. She was stuck between him and the wall.
"Umm, Mr. Khan..it wasn't my idea. It was all Ayaan." She mumbled softly, looking away.
"Really now?" He said, bringing up his arms and blocking her in the proximity of his arms.
"Really, Mr. Khan.." She said looking up at his gorgeous face.
Asad saw how beautifully the moonlight illuminated her face. How her big and proud eyes were now stuck to the ground with a shy smile spreading across her face. He raised his hand and brought it to her pink cheek, his thumb caressing her softly while her eyes rolled back into her sockets. He realized that her veil was not on her head anymore, she had gotten rid of it. He bent forward and let his nose touch her cheek, sending a jolt down her body.
Asad felt his body tense up to her reactions. He never knew that a simple caress could hold such a strong impact on either of them. He inhaled her smell, she smelt of roses and Ittar. His favorite scent. He sighed and moved back, smiling slightly.
Zoya moved away from him and looked at him with a timid smile. She couldn't believe it herself. Every day she would look in to his eyes and talk to him without any shame. But today, her eyelids were just refusing to rise and look in to his eyes. She could feel his intense gaze on herself. What else did the night hold in store for them? She just walked inside the washroom after picking up her Pink salwaar, her night suit.
Asad stood there, grinning like a fool. What had this woman done to him? He felt so alive and so lively nowadays. It felt like he was being blessed with a new life and a new start. With her by his side, everything would work out just fine. The love and respect that they had for each other was enough for them to sustain in this relationship. He walked up to the mirror and removed his stole, putting it on the chair and then proceeded to remove his Sherwani.
Zoya stepped out of the washroom and froze at the sight that greeted her. Asad Ahmed Khan stood there in his bare glory, his 6 packs beckoning her to come and caress them. She shamelessly stood there, oogling at her husband's God gifted body. She was brought out of her reverie by a cough. It was her hubby dearest, obviously.
"It's late, we should sleep now." He told her.
"Yeah." She agreed and looked away, settling on the bed uncomfortably.
Asad wore his night suit and settled on the bed, his back facing hers. They both unconsciously turned to look at each other at the same moment and smiled. Asad moved ahead, closer towards her and very slowly put his arm around her. Zoya shut her eyes and let herself absorb the moment. She felt him drop a soft kiss on her hair and turn her around. She turned around and placed her head on his chest, wrapping an arm around his waist.
Asad looked at the angel in his arms and thought about all those times when he had called her a misfit and a badtameez girl. Now that very same girl was giving him the happiness of his life. She had made his life beautiful by her mere presence. Even though none of them were ready for the physical relationship yet, just her touch made him swoon and made him fly high above the earth.
A tear slipped out of his eye without his knowledge and he thanked God for bringing her in his life. He would always love and cherish her, without giving her any chance to complain or regret her decision of marrying him. He would never ever let her down, he promised himself before falling asleep to seeing a graceful morning ahead.
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A/N : Tadaaa! This one is for Supriya. Finally likha maine! :P Boring tha? I tried to add an element of comedy in it. Don't really know how it turned out to be. Likes and comments are welcome. Criticism too is welcomed with open arms. :D Thank You! (:
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