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Why can't you say it?
What's holding you back?
Why did you wait so long to confess your feelings?
Asad questioned himself repeatedly on his stupidity, for not telling Zoya how he felt.
It was just three easy words.
I
Love
Y-
Okay, so it should be three easy words. However for him it was pure torture, trying to force those words out.
Even though he wondered why it was hard for him to say those words, he knew deep down why he couldn't say them.
He was afraid.
Asad Ahmed Khan.
The man who seemed cold-hearted.
The man who never cared about what people thought.
The man who was easily able to beat a group of people by himself.
He wasn't just just afraid.
He was downright scared.
If he told her how he felt and she didn't feel the same way. Then what?
What if she didn't reciprocate his love?
This fear kept him at bay. Asad kept his distance, thinking it was better this way.
But everybody had still been behind him anyways; to tell her how he felt .
His friends had pushed him. They had warned him to confess his love, or else he might be too late.
His ammi had been continuously behind him. She had kept asking him, Have you told her yet? When will you?
Even Zoya had asked him at first, to say that he meant it when he gave her the ring. To at least say that he cared.
But he didn't heed them.
He pushed their warnings and naggings aside.
He had waited.
But now, in the solace of his room, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Asad mustered up all the courage he had and spoke.
"I"
"Love"
He paused, then whispered, "You."
"I love you," he said louder now.
He fell on his knees. "I love you Zoya!"
Asad shouted.
His declaration of love to the one person who stole his heart.
Asad glanced at the table beside him and picked up the wedding card that sat on the top.
"I love you Zoya." He whispered once again. He crouched by his bed, looking like a lost, little child.
He had finally managed to say those words out loud.
Now, if he could only say them to her.
Asad could just imagine her right next to him.
Her slim figure crouching on the floor beside him.
Her long, silky, black hair flowing freely behind her.
Her luscious, red, lips pursed in deep thought.
She would lean on him and they would sit there in complete silence. Not an awkward silence, but rather a blissful and peaceful silence. Words weren't needed when you were with the love of your life.
Two hearts…One soul..
Asad snapped himself out of his beautiful daydream. He looked longingly at the empty space beside him, wishing she could magically appear and fill the empty void in his life, and in his heart.
But as he looked at the wedding card, he knew his chance was over.
On the card it read:
Zoya Farooqui marries Ayan Ahmed Khan.
Asad sighed.
He would never be able to love another girl like he loved her. The place she made in his life was one that could not be replaced by anybody else.
He often wondered at how cruel destiny was to play such a trick on him. She entered his life, bringing joy and happiness. She brought a change about him, and made him feel again.
But then she was snatched from his grasp without warning.
Leaving him to his own self again.
Broken. Shattered. Lonely.
His beloved was becoming somebody else's, and there was nothing else he could do.
Because he was too late.
Asad looked up.
"God, you may have taken her away this time, but in my next life I will take her back! She will be mine and not even you can stand in the way! The whole world will see what true love is!"
Asad slowly felt the pain ebbing away.
For now that would have to be enough.
To know that they will be united one day in perfect harmony.
Although it was too late now, he knew in the dept of his heart that she was emotionally, spiritually, and mentally, tied to him.
And nobody could deny that.
What's holding you back?
Why did you wait so long to confess your feelings?
Asad questioned himself repeatedly on his stupidity, for not telling Zoya how he felt.
It was just three easy words.
I
Love
Y-
Okay, so it should be three easy words. However for him it was pure torture, trying to force those words out.
Even though he wondered why it was hard for him to say those words, he knew deep down why he couldn't say them.
He was afraid.
Asad Ahmed Khan.
The man who seemed cold-hearted.
The man who never cared about what people thought.
The man who was easily able to beat a group of people by himself.
He wasn't just just afraid.
He was downright scared.
If he told her how he felt and she didn't feel the same way. Then what?
What if she didn't reciprocate his love?
This fear kept him at bay. Asad kept his distance, thinking it was better this way.
But everybody had still been behind him anyways; to tell her how he felt .
His friends had pushed him. They had warned him to confess his love, or else he might be too late.
His ammi had been continuously behind him. She had kept asking him, Have you told her yet? When will you?
Even Zoya had asked him at first, to say that he meant it when he gave her the ring. To at least say that he cared.
But he didn't heed them.
He pushed their warnings and naggings aside.
He had waited.
But now, in the solace of his room, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Asad mustered up all the courage he had and spoke.
"I"
"Love"
He paused, then whispered, "You."
"I love you," he said louder now.
He fell on his knees. "I love you Zoya!"
Asad shouted.
His declaration of love to the one person who stole his heart.
Asad glanced at the table beside him and picked up the wedding card that sat on the top.
"I love you Zoya." He whispered once again. He crouched by his bed, looking like a lost, little child.
He had finally managed to say those words out loud.
Now, if he could only say them to her.
Asad could just imagine her right next to him.
Her slim figure crouching on the floor beside him.
Her long, silky, black hair flowing freely behind her.
Her luscious, red, lips pursed in deep thought.
She would lean on him and they would sit there in complete silence. Not an awkward silence, but rather a blissful and peaceful silence. Words weren't needed when you were with the love of your life.
Two hearts…One soul..
Asad snapped himself out of his beautiful daydream. He looked longingly at the empty space beside him, wishing she could magically appear and fill the empty void in his life, and in his heart.
But as he looked at the wedding card, he knew his chance was over.
On the card it read:
Zoya Farooqui marries Ayan Ahmed Khan.
Asad sighed.
He would never be able to love another girl like he loved her. The place she made in his life was one that could not be replaced by anybody else.
He often wondered at how cruel destiny was to play such a trick on him. She entered his life, bringing joy and happiness. She brought a change about him, and made him feel again.
But then she was snatched from his grasp without warning.
Leaving him to his own self again.
Broken. Shattered. Lonely.
His beloved was becoming somebody else's, and there was nothing else he could do.
Because he was too late.
Asad looked up.
"God, you may have taken her away this time, but in my next life I will take her back! She will be mine and not even you can stand in the way! The whole world will see what true love is!"
Asad slowly felt the pain ebbing away.
For now that would have to be enough.
To know that they will be united one day in perfect harmony.
Although it was too late now, he knew in the dept of his heart that she was emotionally, spiritually, and mentally, tied to him.
And nobody could deny that.
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