SS Moments of Love - Epilogue p.51(28/6) - Page 6

Part 3:

"What?!?!" He said in a low whisper, he was so shocked that his voice was not supporting him at all.

Allah Miyaan what's wrong with him? Seriously? Is that all he's going to say? And that too in that tone? He's definitely losing it.

"I don't want to marry you" she repeated. His eyes had welled up.

"Why, Zoya – don't say that"

"Mr. Khan you don't trust me, and I don't think I can have a relationship where the other person doesn't trust me"

Now he knew the problem, he definitely had his ways.

"I have a reason Zoya, listen to my side of the story and then decide, alright?"

"Ok, the reason better be good"

x-x-x

They returned home from the doctor and headed to their rooms to get ready for the nikaah ceremony. The doctor said the burns were minor, first degree burns because the acid had a very weak base. These burns would heal in no time, till then she had to apply some ointments.

All the guests started arriving and the couple was ready to make their entry. First came Asad with his beige low neck sherwani and harem pants that looked like a dhoti. His chest was visible but his abs were well covered. It was so well fitted that he could have been mistaken for a model. He took a seat. While he was waiting for his bride to enter, all sorts of thoughts ran through his head. He had flashbacks of all the moments they have had so far. He truly loved her from the bottom of his heart, and he would do anything to keep her happy. He had never felt so light yet so nervous before. He had butterflies in his stomach; these butterflies were excited beyond limits. And when he saw his bride entering, his heart skipped a beat.

She was gorgeous, no less than a model either. Her eyes shone with happiness and her makeup was done so well that they just added effects to expressions. The blush added to her natural glow – the pink made her more desirable to him. Her lipstick made her lips seem more kissable. Her lehenga flared beautifully, while her backless choli stuck to her like second skin. Her veil covered her back, but not her face. Her walk was so graceful and elegant. And behind all this was a girl having cold feet.

Yes, she had waited to get married to him forever, but it was a nerve-wrecking experience. She could barely control the excitement, she wanted to recite her shayaris and make silly jokes to ease herself. But she had to carry appropriate behaviour, just for half an hour at least. All eyes were on her right now, so she had to behave – if for no one else, then for Asad.

The Maulvi saab recited his words and went on to ask them for their approval. With a smile, both of them said "Qubool hai", there were cheers all over the room… except on one corner which was where she was watching them from. They were aware of her, but they weren't going to bother now. It was their day. Their special day!

Everyone came to them one by one to congratulate them, but all they really wanted was to be left alone. The party would go on for another two hours, and these two hours seemed like eternity. Although they were sitting next to each other, they missed each other. Her blabber and his akdu-ness, their continuous attention towards each other – it was not possible when every second there was someone approaching you and talking to you. But they were close enough to have their fingers intertwined. It was the best they could do until the next two hours.

x-x-x

Zoya was taken to her new room and made seated on the bed.

"So Zoya bhabhi, are you excited? What have you planned for the night ahead? It would be so funny to play a trick on bhaijaan" Najma was grinning and she surely had her ways of teasing Zoya and Asad.

Zoya could barely focus on what she was saying, "Yea it would be, but I'm so tired" she lied, she was filled with energy. Having said that, when Najma left… Zoya was all fidgety. She got down from the bed and started pacing the room. Her heavy ornaments and clothes were making her tired, but she had to keep them on until Asad came at least. Then she thought about what she would change into and realised that nothing had been moved over to this room yet. That made more restless. She paced towards the door and the door opened, they bumped into each other and as always Asad had caught her in his arms.

What was she doing, did she want to go out? Was she up to something again? Ya Allah, this girl can never be still! Oh wait, may be she's nervous too – like me?

They stood like that, admiring each other carefully until they heard the loud thunder. They both straightened up, trying to say something to reduce the awkwardness – but it wouldn't happen.

"So, Ms. Farooqui?" he finally said something

"Ahem, it's Mrs. Khan, or Zoya …whatever you prefer" she whispered, but audible enough for him. They both were shy.

"Anyways, I think we should change…"

"Yea, but I don't have any clothes Mr. Khan!"

"You can borrow my shirt, if you want"

"Allah Miyaan, what's wrong with you Mr. Khan?" she said rolling her eyes and making a face

"Or you could sneak out the window into the guest room and get your clothes?"

"Kuch bhi haan Mr. Khan! How will I go like this? Do you know how heavy this is?" she feigned annoyance, until she got an idea. "Actually, Mr. Khan why don't you get my clothes for me? You can change and once your comfortably dressed you can sneak into the guest room and go get it for me" she made the puppy face that would make anyone melt and agree with her.

He desperately wanted to say no, but she was so cute! He agreed hesitantly.

"Fine"

I hope you liked it!

PS. Yes I know that I skipped a chunk - I did that on purpose, because that will be used later as flashback. Till then, enjoy the romance and keep guessing why they got married