Hello :)
So, I was inspired by the episode and the precap hence this. I hope you enjoy reading it. Do leave comments - anything and everything is appreciated 😃
Index
part 1: below
part 2: Page 5
Part 3: Page 10
Part 4: Page 13
Part 5: Page 18
Part 6: Page 22
Part 7: Page 26
Part 8: Page 30
Part 9A: Page 35
Part 9B: Page 37
Part 9C: Page 42
Part 10: Page 46
Epilogue: Page 51
My Writing Index: Click here
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Part 1
The night of the mehendi had come to an end; the burns had made their own space on her palms. On one end Asad had her initial on his palm and here she had his initial on her palm. It was a sign; a sign that they were meant to be.
As of now no one knew about her burnt palms, except her and Tanveer. Asad was worried about her expressions from that night, the scene kept replaying in his head. He wanted to go to her and ask her if things were ok. But there was something holding him back. Yes, after knowing about her scars their relationship had moved to a new level. Yes, he had stopped telling her that this wedding was a sham. But, he hadn't confessed yet. The thought kept nagging him, he hadn't told her yet so what would she think about his late night visit?
Suddenly he got an idea. Well, she had mehendi and obviously there would be things she needed help with ' so he could go there to see if she needed help. That way he'd be able to ask her if she was alright. He walked towards her room, but he was so absent-minded that he forgot. When it came to her, somehow his manners just went out the window.
"Ms. Farooqui?"
"Allah Miyaan, what's wrong with you Mr. Khan? You didn't even knock" She was trying to loosen the dori, while he entered. It was quite embarrassing for both of them.
"I'm sorry" His hand reached up to his eyes so that she had a minute to get decent.
"It's ok, I'm decent. What do you want Mr. Khan?" This was her first real conversation with him after she realized she loved him.
"Oh, I just wanted to check if you need help with anything' because' of your mehendi" She was trying not to read into the signs too much. But she couldn't help it. He cared for her! She thought maybe he loved her too! She was going to test the limits a bit.
"I just wanted some water, the rest I think I can manage"
"Hmmm, hold on" He went to the bed side table and poured a glass of water for her.
"Thank you for wearing that dress" He gave her a little smile. She was sending him signals that she too loved him. Now he knew if he confessed there would be a positive response, where as earlier he always wondered if she felt the same.
She gave him a smile too; she didn't know what to say. It all felt so weird AND she was blushing! This was the first time they weren't really bickering. He saw the flush on her face and somehow it was transmitted to his face. He too was mirroring her flush. He held the glass for her in a manner that she could drink from it. She had her share and said thank you.
They had an intense moment of the eye-lock, where Asad completely forgot why he was there. Once he realized it, he broke away and got to the point.
"So Ms. Farooqui, can I see your mehendi?" Well that was a start... And she was worried.
"Ummm, Mr. Khan, woh'" she hid her hands behind her back. He wondered what was going on. Why didn't she want to show him. Sure this reaction has got to be related to what she felt while applying the mehendi.
"Well, I have to see it anyways to find my name" he gently but firmly brought her palms to the front from her back. He was shocked to see her palms burnt!
"What's this? Your palms are burnt! You need some ointment. Wait here let me get you some." He ran and got the first aid box.
"How can you be so careless Zoya? If it was burning, you should have refused! What if it was worse than this? Agar aap ko kuch ho jata toh?" His voice was filled with worry and concern for her.
"Ahh"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Is it hurting too much? Wait I'll do it softly." She was in awe of his concern for her. Who said this man didn't love her?
"How did this happen?" he gazed at her for answers.
"Woh.." He had his doubts as to who would be behind it.
"who Zoya?" His voice was stern and firm, as if he would kill the person who did this.
"You're not going to believe me, and you won't like it if I say it. I don't have proof."
"I don't care! I want to know who. Did. It."
"Tanveer"
"We're back to square one, is it?" He knew she was right and that's why he kept trying to keep her away, but Tanveer was really going off limits to hurt her. He had to do something.
"See, I told you, you won't believe me." Ok fine, he loved her' but where's the trust she thought. What was it with this Tanveer that he could hear nothing against her. Fine he supported me in the party, but now he's supporting her' again?
"Look Zoya, stay away from her. Please." He walked away. He regretted shouting at her, but he wanted to keep her away from this drama. God forbid, she hurts her worse next time' then what?
Zoya was really confused with this behaviour of his. He loves me, but trusts her more than me. Allah Miyaan, what's wrong with this man!
For those who normally read my FF: Nights of Confrontations
I'll update soon, just needed a little bit of change today 😉
PS. don't forget to comment 😊
*Edited*
SO, I've decided to continue with this story... I'm not sure if it's a TS, SS or FF yet. If I can give it a closure, then I shall. But If I can't then I'll continue.
However in this story, there is no gudiya factory or any of the siddiqui drama. It's just Asad, Zoya, Dilshaad, Najma, Aapi Jiju and Tanveer. Dilshaad's husband cheated her, and then died. And the rest I shall build :)
*Done Editing*
Shiv Shakti
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