NEW ASYA OS: LOVE FROM NEW YORK

Asad sat down on his bed, he sighed after a long day of work. Undoing his tie and opening the buttons of his shirt slowly, Asad thought about where he was this time last year. He had taken a break from work and a vacation from home. "Well", he contemplated "he had taken a break from his life here in India, because you know they say home is where the heart is" and his heart is far over the Atlantic. Leaning back a little, he undid his belt and yanked it off. After which he lay flat on his bed and closed his eyes, he saw her face rotating before him. Immediately getting up, he walked over to his closet. He took out a box from the top drawer and walked over to his bed. Sitting there with his legs extended out he opened the box. As he opened, a bunch of papers and images escaped its walls. It was memories, Asad kept close of him and his fianc Zoya. Different pictures from different times they spent together. A breeze came through his open window, sending the items on a flight through the room, until each landed on different parts of the room. Asad looked around, he ran his hands over his face and thought, "her memories are just as messy as her" smiling and wanting so badly to look at those pictures, Asad stood up and started to pick them up from one corner of the room. "Pick them up, put them together and then araam se baith ke dekhoon ga" he said out loud. He picked up one picture, it was of her wearing a black pair of jeans and purple top. She was standing outside of the train station in Times Square and her beautiful smile made the pavement look nice. Asad smiled as he remembered the conversation they had, "Mr. Khan ab har cheez aap ke ghar ke tarhaan saaf toh nahin ho sakti na", she said shaking her head. "Well, it should be" he replied while trying to avoid bumping into a loud women on her cell phone. "Did you see that, she was talking on the phone, now what if she gets hit by a car?" He asked and Zoya laughed, "I'm sure she's used to multitasking", "lets go into that store" she pointed dragging him by the arm.

Asad was instantly bought back to reality, kissing her face he moved on to the next few which had made a safe landing on the window sill. Picking them up, he moved to the one that landed on the couch. Seeing her standing there smiling, Asad's eyes turned soft. She was wearing a lawyers coat, pointing her finger at the camera. "Don't say anything about my New York" she warned. "Whoa, since when did you turn into a lawyer? Or an advocate for New York" he laughed looking at the picture in the camera. "Mr. Khan lets try to be open minded, you know try to tolerate things different than us." She smiled a fake smile. "Well, I tolerate you isn't that enough?" He snickered and she slapped him on the back, "ouch, um abuse is against the law, especially in New York" he said the name in a mocking tone. Zoya laughed despite herself, "I'll never get how you make me mad and happy at the same time". They paid for their stuff and walked out, the sound of the cars in Times Square paralleled with the sound of Aami and Najma's car made snap out of it.

"Asad we are home, look what we bought" Dilshaad called. Asad walked out of his room, as his sister modeled a beautiful red and white outfit. "We bought it for Zoya, for when she visits. Her birthday is coming up too". Asad smiled a sad smile and excused himself. Back in his room, he looked around to where other pictures fell. He walked over to the chair set, and started to gather them. Looking briefly at some, while piling them in his hand he sighed as he really missed Zoya. However, much as he tried, one picture caught his attention. It was of Asad, sitting in front of Zoya's PC, he was wearing a dark wash pair of jeans and a white muscle T. Just looking at the image, he could hear Zoya's laugh as she made fun of him. "It's the digital era, Mr. Khan why are you getting printed copies of pictures. Who does that anymore?" She chuckled as Asad sent the order to the nearest Walgreens. "You just need an excuse to make fun of me" he said, grabbing her hand as she walked tried to by. He sat her on his lap and said something in her ear, Zoya giggled and told him to behave, since Aapi and Jiju were in the next room. Releasing her because of his self-consciousness, he got up and lay on her bed. She lay next to him resting her head on his arm, "I wish I could stay with you forever", he began "you will, that's why we are getting married" she interrupted. Asad let out a small laugh, "no I mean now, I wish I wouldn't have to leave in two weeks". Zoya sat up, looking down at him she said "two weeks, that's it, only two weeks left of vacation time?" Her tone was sad. Pulling her down, she rested her head on his chest, "time flies when you are with Zoya Farooqui. Speaking of time, shouldn't we eat. I'm hungry. I'm thinking lets have pizza in, tonight with Aapi and Jiju" Zoya sat up at the sound of pizza and agreeing she skipped out of the room. A few seconds later Zoya knocked on the door, "come on" she said. Asad seemed confused, he heard the knock very vividly. He looked behind him and Najma was standing in his doorway. "Aami said dinner is ready". Putting those pics with the rest he gathered, he walked out.

After dinner, Asad walked back into his room. He always liked solitude, however, ever since he left after that memorable vacation he wanted to avoid it. Zoya was always full of life, there was no such thing as solitude when it came to Zoya. She was a party in herself, always up to something. "For when Zoya comes" Najma said, that wasn't for another three weeks, only if he had fought harder for an earlier flight, paid more. He missed her so much, Asad never knew that a strange girl like Zoya would impact his life to this extent. Without her around, his world seemed to be missing something, seemed to be incomplete. "ill always send you love from New York, because i am from here. get it?" she joked, "you have a bad sense of humor Zoya" he had said, after a debate about why Asad preferred hand-written letters other than emails. Asad opened a letter he just picked up, he read through it and at the end of it just like at the end of all the other ones, it read "love from New York". Even a letter that was meaningless and just a bunch of Zoya's ramblings meant to much, and had the same closing.

He finished the picking up the last of the pictures and papers and bought them over to the bed. Just as he was about to out the back in the box, he saw a picture which did not fly out, it was stuck to the bottom of the box. It was a picture of Asad and Zoya together, on the day of there engagement. He took the picture our carefully and looked at it. He was in a black suit, blue shirt and brown tie, Zoya was wearing a blue lengha, her hair in a long braid, parandha hanging at its end. They were in the middle of a living room, dancing much to Asad's dismay. He hated being center of attention and to be holding a girl that close in front of so many people, just wasn't his thing. But she had convinced him, saying they were legally allowed to touch each other since he already did that when he put the ring on her. "Aur waise bhi, aap ne meri tareef nahin ki, so you owe me this" she had said which made Asad agree. "I love you so much Zoya, you are my world" he said.

"Not the whole world, I'm not that big!" He heard someone say. Asad looked up from the picture and saw Zoya standing in his doorway. She was in her usual jeans and shirt, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, a wide and mischievous dimpled smile on her face. He got up from the bed, in full surprise and hesitantly walked two small steps away from the bed, he couldn't believe it. She was really here, "aap, saach mein yahan hain" he asked feeling a little foolish as the words spilled out of his mouth. In response or on impulse, Zoya ran across the room into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck. Hugging him so tight, that not even air could pass between them. "Ab yakeen aagaya" she asked parting herself for a brief moment before hugging him again. Asad smiled, how did she get here, flight was in three weeks, what stunt did she pull now were the thoughts that try to come through his brain. But he didn't care about those, none of the, especially since she was here. That was all that mattered, he buried his face in the space between her shoulder and his, his world felt complete now more than ever. That's all that mattered. His love came from New York just for him, to be with him. ❤️

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