The Sunshine Of His Life
A man lost in his thought was looking out the window; the snow was falling on the ground forming a white blanket, covering with it the colors of nature. The winter had come yet again, bringing with its memories. A period when he experienced the biggest pain in this world, the pain of losing someone, someone which is really close to your heart, someone who is your life, your world, without whom you can't even breath for a second.
Asad Ahmed Khan was standing in front of a huge window of his room in Shimla, wearing a grey waist coat above a white shirt, white just like the snow, and grey pants.
He turned and rested his back against the window frame "I'm missing you" he whispered looking at the photo frame on the bed side table. Of course he was missing her; she was his life, his world.
He moved toward the table and took the photo into his hands, "Zoya, how would it be if you were here!" he murmured caressing the frame gently, he was looking at the picture of a girl, correction his girl; she was his girl, his everything, his first love.
Asad moved to the window and looking at the picture he said "it was a night like this, a cold winter's night when I . . ." the words died in his throat as the memories of that night started running in his mind:
"Miss Farooqi, what is this" Asad yelled entering her room without even knocking, "don't be smart" he muttered seeing her sitting on her bed with her beck to him, she didn't reacted even a bit making his irritation rise till his head, he glared at her with angry eyes and moved to her "if you think I will let it pass then you are wrong" he said putting a hand on her shoulder, making her jump on the other side of the bed screaming "aah!!!"
Zoya was listening music on her iPod, when suddenly she felt someone gripping her shoulder tightly, she just jumped on the other side of the bed while her heart was beating fast, she rotated and found Asad staring at her with an are you normal expression, "you scared the hell out of me Mr. Khan" she complained putting a hand on her heart and trying to make her breath normal.
"Can you explain this to me?" he said coming toward her and hinting to something in his hand, it was a piece of cloth different shades of color.
"Oh that Mr. Khan" she said taking little steps toward him hesitantly, "seems like you have to buy a new one" she said giving him a nervous smile and putting her iPod on the edge of the bed
"How it happened Miss Farooqi" Asad asked arching his brows and showing her the piece of cloth
"The way it is supposed to happen Mr. Khan" she said raising her shoulders "I wander how can he run an empire, when he is not able to figure out a simple thing like this" she thought looking at him staring at the cloth with a disgusting look.
"Stop calling me Mr. Khan" he warned her taking a step toward her
"You stop calling me Miss. Farooqi first" she said pointing a finger toward him and taking a step backwards "at least I'm calling you with your surname" she added looking at his raised brows
"Well I too am calling you with your surname, this doesn't have sense" he said shaking his head "she is really weird" he thought
"Well" she said taking a step toward him, "I'm going to be Mrs. Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan in few hours, so you are calling me with the wrong surname" she said opening her arms
"Well, would-be-Mrs. Khan" Asad said pulling her toward him from her wrist "technically you are not my wife yet" he said lifting his brows and smirking at her, he made her turn, now her back was against his toned chest, he encircled his hands around her waist and rested them on her flat belly "I swear, I can't wait for that moment, when you will be my wife" he whispered into her ear sending a shiver down her spin, she could read between the lines, her cheeks turned crimson red, she closed her eyes when she felt his lips brushing her neck.
"Asad"
She freed herself from his manly hold when he got distracted by Dilshaad's voice "stay in your limits" she said turning to him with a finger pointed on his chest
"And what if I don't want to be?" Asad said mischievously taking a step toward her
"From where did the sun raise today" she thought looking at him with a sunned expression
"look Mr. Khan, maybe I look modern, which actually I am, but this doesn't mean I can let you do what you want" Zoya blabbered going backwards till she didn't hit the edge of the bed
"oh really" he asked arching his one brow, seeing her nodding he added "well who was the one who sneaked into my room last night" her jaw dropped and eyes winded.
"oh that" she said putting her index finger on her right cheek "actually Mr. Khan I didn't sneak into your room, I just come to check if you remember to collect your sherwani" she managed to come up with a reasonable excuse.
Asad looked at her with an "unbelievable" expression.
"Asad where are you?" Dilshaad's voice echoed in the house
"see you later, don't be late" he said tapping her nose and making her blush furiously; Asad started walking toward the door, leaving a day dreaming Zoya behind, "By the way, how did you managed to ruin my favorite shirt" he asked reaching the door and turning toward her
"I washed it with Najma's Anarkali and its color went on your shirt" she said locking her strands behind the ear nervously, fearing for his temper, Asad shook his head "next time don't try to wash any of my cloths, I don't want to go around appearing like a parrot" and with that he left her room, making her fume in anger "I was just trying to help you Mr. Akkru Ahmed Khan" she yelled and slammed the door of her room.
"Yeh kabhi nahi sudhre ge" Dilshaad said after hearing Zoya's voice and after few second Asad's reply and yet again another fight took place.
* * *
All were waiting for Zoya to come and celebrate the wedding ceremonies, "seems like Miss Farooqi forgot that today is our wedding" Asad cursed going back and further at the entrance of the hotel, with his head bend on his phone, he was trying to call her for past one hour, but her phone was out of reach.
His phone started ringing, he looked at the screen Miss. Farooqi was flashing on it, and he took the call
"Where are you? Get yourself here soon" he blasted not even letting her say anything
"Mr. Khan right?" someone asked fearfully from the other end
"Yes" Asad replied confused, he again looked at his phone's screen and he can clearly see Zoya's number "who are you? And how did you get that phone" he asked while a strange feeling was invading his body, he felt like he was losing something, something important, but what?
Well he didn't need to wait for long, since the reply come from the other end of the phone "Sir I'm calling you to inform that she had an accident, I just took her to the hospital and she's critical" Asad felt like someone had just stabbed his heart mercilessly, his hold on the phone loosened and it fell on the ground, Asad stayed numb, his eyes lost their spark, he fall on the floor on his keens screaming "NO!!!!" with all his force.
Dilshaad, Najma and Asad were sitting outside the operation theatre and were waiting for the doctors to come out and say something on Zoya's condition, Dilshaad looked at her son and putting a hand on his shoulder she whispered "She is strong and I know my Allah will never let anything happens to her" Asad didn't moved an inch, his mind was filled with her memories, she is the one who brought colors into his black and white life, just like she managed to turn his white shirt into a multicolor mess, he smiled when the scene comes to his mind, she is the warm into his cold life, so how can she leave him like this, after teaching him how to smile, how to find solace in small things that life offers you "no she can't leave me" his brain cried, and he get up, he was going to leave from there when the operation theatre's door got open and the doctor come out, Dilshaad and Najma run to him.
"How's my Zoya" Dilshaad asked to the doctor
"We did our best, but we can't . . ." the doctor was cut off
"Nothing is going to happen to her, nothing, she can't go like this" Asad yelled at the doctor grabbing his collar.
"I told you guys that we would find him like this" a voice brought Asad back from his reveries; he turned toward the door of his room and was surprised to see the sight before him.
"What are you doing here?" he yelled going toward the people that had just entered his room
"We come to give you company Mr. Khan" Zoya said smiling brightly at him
"Zoya are you mad?" Asad asked reaching her "don't you know that it's not safe to travel in a weather like this with a baby" he took the baby from her hands and kissing his forehead he looked at Zoya with an exasperated look, the baby gurgled at him and hold his index finger when he tried to caress his cheek "I can expect this madness from her, but not from you two" he added looking at the other two souls standing next to Zoya.
"Bhai Jaan we have taken the necessary precautions before traveling with the baby and I know you were missing Bhabhi jaan so we come" Ayaan said winking at his brother and making Zoya's cheeks turn pink.
"I hope for you Ayaan" Asad warned his brother, even though from inside he was really happy to see his family there, with him.
"Salaam Walaykum Bhai Jaan" Humeira said smiling at him, and at the same time try to stop Ayaan from saying anything further.
"I don't know how you handle this clown of a brother I have" Asad replied shaking his head and making Ayaan's jaw drop while Humeira and Zoya burst out laughing.
And all moved into the room and started asking how he was and what he did till now.
"Okay Bhai Jaan you guys carry one, we are going" said Ayaan getting up after few minutes of chatting
"You are going already back?" Asad asked confused sitting on the chair with the baby into his lap
"Who said we are going back, no ways, we are going to stay here" Ayaan said winking at Asad, try to hint something that he didn't get, Asad looked at him with an annoyed expression "care to explain"
"they are going to stay in a hotel" Zoya explained looking at Asad's confused face, she took the baby from his hands and get up to put him on the bed as he was fast asleep.
"Why in a hotel? You can stay here" Asad said looking at Ayaan and Humeira, he too gets up and moved toward the bed.
"Thanks for the offer Bhai Jaan, but I want to celebrate my honeymoon, alone" Ayaan completed, getting weird looks from the other three "I mean just me and Humeira" he added after realizing what he said.
"But you just had a honeymoon two months ago?" Asad stated helping Zoya to adjust the baby on the bed.
"well Bhai Jaan the thing is that" Ayaan said taking Humeira's hand and started moving backwards "you had already your bundle of joy, but we not, so we have to try to get it" Ayaan said in one breath and rushed out of the room dragging Humeira with him, and leaving a traumatized Asad behind "really he said those words" he thought with his gaze still on the closed door.
"And what are you thinking" Zoya asked searching for another duvet, the weather was really cold, and she didn't want her little baby to fall sick, because if it happens Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan will raise the whole Shimla on his head.
"nothing, why do you never listen to me Zoya?" he said coming to her and helping her to take down the duvet from the shelf, "I always listen to you Mr. Khan, the different is that I listen to your heart and not what you say, I know you were missing us so we come" she replied turning to him and giving him a heartwarming smile, he hugged her tightly, she was right, he was desperately missing them, they are his life, his wife and his son, if before it was just her now there was their son too, they are his everything, his world, his own heaven on earth where he can refuge from the outside world, where he is just a caring husband and lovely father.
He pulled from the hug and kissing her forehead whispered "thanks for always listening to my heart" he started stroking her cheek with his knuckles, he looked into her deep and expressive eyes, he can see love, concern for him into them, just with her mere presence she is able to solace his heart, just by saying his name she is able to soothe him and just by a kiss she is able to erase his pain; indeed she is his soul mate, she is able to understand him just by a glance, none can take her place, none can be like her, she is unique piece, a little crazy but a lot caring.
Asad bend his head a little and took her bottom lips into his, he sucked it gently, waking deep desires in her, she clutched his shirt and started responding to the kiss, which started as a gentle kiss soon turned into a passionate one, they were communicating throw their kiss, they were saying how much they missed each other, how much they are important for each other, but especially how much they love each other. After a long kiss they pulled apart to catch breath "Thanks for being my sunshine on the coldest days" he whispered resting his head against hers, finally Asad's heart felt at home, finally he was complete.
If you like it, leave your reviews.
Preet.
Health and Fitness
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
Anupamaa
47