AsYa FF ~ Mere Jazbaat ~ T#2 ~ NOTE PG. 123 - Page 34

Chapter 25: "Butterflies and Letting Go"

Running her hands through her hair one last time, Zoya took another look in the mirror, her brows furrowed. She had spent the last two hours both getting ready and racking her brain on whether or not to wear the dress. She couldn't just not show up. That was too cruel. And he was trying.

But could she take that step with him?

She didn't understand why this mattered to her so much. Why his opinion of her and the fact that he had planned an evening for her was creating butterflies in her stomach.

She shook her head. She was over thinking this. He had been there for her. Many times. But it was nothing more than that. They didn't have a proper relationship. But now, he wanted to give their relationship a name. Friendship.

Is that what this was? Was it just a friendship? Were they just, friends?

* * * * * * *

Asad got down from the cab, after paying the driver and rolling his eyes at his quip about him going on a date. Why am I so nervous?

He followed the instructions the girls had given him to Zoya's favourite spot, to make sure the arrangements were done as per his request. Once he reached the spot, he stood rooted, in awe of the work his minions recommended.

All that was missing, was the woman of his dreams, to complete this fairytale-like evening. He took a deep breathe, and adjusted his cuffs, and his collar. He looked up and smiled, seeing that it was a beautiful starry night. Everything was perfect. Now, it was a waiting game. Will she wear it?

* * * * * * *

Zoya made her way down the stairs, a silver clutch in hand, which had her iPhone, wallet and keys, trying hard not to trip on her strapped silver heels. She was about to take the last step when, she heard Dilshad's voice.

"Zoya? Wow. Kahan jaa rahi ho, itna saj sawar ke. Hm?" she asked teasingly. She smiled seeing a faint blush creeping up Zoya's cheeks, as she looked down, pretending to fix something.

"Yeh lo," she continued, handing Zoya a small cream colored envelope, with the initials "AAK" in printed in velum. Zoya took it, and looked at it curiously. She opened it carefully, and her eyes widened at the contents.

Aap mera tofa pehne ya na pehne,

Aaj ki raat aap hai shezadi,

Aur hum aapke gulam.

Your chariot awaits, downstairs. ;)

Flashback

"Ammi?" Asad called, as he knocked on Dilshad's door.

"Asad? Aao. Batao kya baat hai," she motioned him to come sit on the bed.

"Ammi, mein... Ms. Fa- I mean, mein Zoya ko... aaj raat ko... woh... actually," he stopped, and rubbed his temples in frustration. He felt a hand on his, and another on his chin, as Dilshad made him look at her.

"Tum usse apni dil ki baat batane wale ho, hai na?" she asked with a smile. She mentally laughed at her son's stuttering. Asad's lips curved into the faintest of smiles, as he nodded in response. His mother really knew him too well. He took her hands in his and looked her back in the eyes, smiling a little bigger.

"Ammi mujhe aapse ek favour maang na tha. Aap meri madat karengi na?" he asked, hopeful.

"Wah, pehli baar mera beta mujhse meri madat maang raha hai," she teased him. She noticed him blushing, and grinned cheekily. How she loved seeing her son's smile. And making him blush was definitely an added bonus.

"Ammi," he half groaned, half mumbled. The fact that he was wooing a girl would never get old for his mother. And why would it? When he himself had vowed to never fall in love. Was he wrong!

"Mera beta, mera Asad muhse kuch maange aur mein na doon, aisa kabhi hua hai?" she asked, genuinely.

Flashback ends

Zoya blinked. Allah miya! Jahapana ne mujhe shezadi bulaya? Yeh kya ho raha hai!? She looked back up at Dilshad, who was trying to hide her smile.

"Phoopi, aap jaanti thi, ke Mr. Khan ne mujhe aaj raat bulaya hai?" she asked, certain she already knew the answer.

Dilshad put her hand down, and gave Zoya a genuine smile. She took a step forward and put her hand on Zoya's shoulder.

"Zoya mein Asad ki ma hoon." Zoya smiled sheepishly at her. "Aur vaise bhi, aise libaaz toh sirf ek special raat ke liye pehni jaati hai. Hai na?" she teased. Zoya blushed and looked down, in a futile attempt to hide her smiling lips. Ahh! Why am I so nervous?

"Ab jao, nahin toh tumhe dair ho jayegi aur mera punctual beta tumhe daante ga," quipped Dilshad, as she gently guided Zoya to the front door. Zoya smiled at her broadly.

"Bye, Phoopi!" She kissed her on the cheek and gave her a short hug before making her way to the elevator. Dilshad smiled at her retreating figure, shaking her head slightly.

"Jao, Zoya, jao. Aaj ki raat tumhare liye, bohot azeez hai," Dilshad said, to no one in particular, as she smiled to herself and shut the front door of the apartment.

* * * * * * *

The elevator doors opened with a ding, and Zoya carefully strode to the front of the building. Her eyes widened the size of saucers, as she took in the sight before her.

Right outside the building, parked on the street, was a limousine. A sleek, black, 11-seater, Ford limousine, with a driver holding the back passenger door wide open for her. She blinked, hard. He sent a limousine, FOR ME?!

"Evening, miss. I take it, you are Ms. Zoya Farooqui?" he asked, hesitating with the pronunciation of her name. The tall suited driver motioned her to sit in the car, after she nodded confirming her identity. She followed his hand, slightly dazed and settled herself on the seat. The driver, Sam, as he had introduced himself, shut the door and swiftly made his way to the driver's seat.

Zoya looked around the interior of her "chariot" and admired it. The seats were black leather, the bar stocked with a bottle of Dom Perignon, and the ceiling of the car had a sun roof, surrounded by fibre optics that changed colors every few seconds. A small smile tugged at her lips, as she carefully scanned every inch of the car. She didn't even notice when they had started moving, and soon enough they were nearing Central Park.

"We're here," announced Sam through the divider. He turned the ignition off, and walked to her door, opening it and putting out his hand to help her out of the car. Zoya took his hand, flashing him her dimpled smile, as she got out and thanked him for his help. She took a second to look around and drank in her surroundings. Am I supposed to walk from here?

As if sensing her sudden discomfort, Sam cleared his throat to get her attention.

"Mr. Khan arranged for transport to the bridge for you. I'm sure he wouldn't let you walk all the way. Especially in those," he assured her, pointing to her feet. Zoya blushed. She nodded at him gratefully and asked him where this "arrangement" was. When Sam took a step to the side and pointed somewhere, Zoya's eyes followed suit and widened for the second time that night.

What else does Mr. Khan have up his sleeve? she wondered, slightly dumbstruck.

Standing before her, was a horse drawn carriage, with branches of cherry blossoms tucked into the rim of all the edges of the seating area. Sam tapped her shoulder, and gave her another envelope like that one Dilshad had given her earlier.

She opened it, once again admiring the lettering on the cream colored stationary, and read the contents:

Hum hai gulam, aur aap shezadi,

Magar kisne kaha hai, ki ek shezadi,

sirf ek chariot mein jaa sakhti hai?

One more chariot ride. ;)

Zoya's lips curved into a half smile, and her cheeks turned a slightly deeper shade of pink. She bit her lip and looked down, unable to comprehend what had gotten into him. She looked back at Sam and thanked him again for his services. He smiled back at her and helped her onto the carriage. He told the carriage driver they were set and within seconds, she was riding through her favorite park in the world.

She was surprised at how the smell of the horse wasn't bothering her in the least. Maybe Mr. Khan had done something about that too. Or maybe it was all the cherry blossoms. She ran her hands through them and took a small branch in one of her hands. She brushed the blossoms against her cheek, nose and lips, smiling at how soft they were and how good they smelled.

A few minutes and a short conversation with the driver later, Zoya finally spotted the bridge at a distance. It looked beautiful. All lit up in the dark of night, it's reflection glistening on the ripples of the lake below it. It was perfect. Zoya smiled, and was so lost in admiring her bridge that she didn't realize, they had reached.

"Miss? We're here," the driver repeated, hesitantly. Zoya blinked and smiled sheepishly at him as she carefully got down from the carriage. She looked at the bridge one more time, before her attention was diverted to the sound of music playing softly in the background.

* * * * * * *

Hearing the clanking of horse hooves, and the wooden wheels of the carriage against the pavement, Asad's stomach did an involuntary flip. She's here! He stopped pacing and looked in the direction of the sounds he had just heard. He wanted to catch a glimpse of her, but that would ruin the surprise. Sighing dejectedly, he quickly went to his hiding place and waited for her to come closer.

One thought kept running through his mind, over and over again.

Had she worn his gift?

* * * * * * *

She took a few careful steps towards the sound, and found a small, high table, with another note on it.

Aap hamare bohot kareeb hai,

Bas thode kadam aur,

Aur aap hamein dekh payengi.

Just follow the petals ;)

She ran her fingers over the note, and added it to the others in her purse, her blush deepening. Zoya looked down, and just as he said, there were hundreds of red rose petals, all leading down a path.

She slowly followed the trail, and gasped as she drank in the sight at the end of it. A white silk tent stood in the middle of a grassy clearing. The fabric was thin enough to see the stars, on this beautiful clear night. Candles illuminated the tent, which housed a beautiful table set for two. Silverware, exquisite plates with delicate and intricate designs painted on them, crystal glasses, all had their place on the table. And a chiller with a bottle of the same Dom Perignon as the one in the limousine, stood next to it.

She could now make out the music playing in the background much more clearly, and the song choice had her beaming, as another blush crept up her cheeks.

Bol na halke halke, Bol na halke halke...

Zoya approached the table, mesmerized by the set up. Her eyes moistened, as she took in the reality that he had done all this for her. Who knew, Mr. Akdu Ahmed Khan could be such a romantic? As she reached the side of the table, she noticed there was also an open cooler, with a couple cans of Diet Coke, smothered in ice. She smiled again, and closed her eyes, still uncertain if all this was actually happening, or it was just a figment of her imagination.

Her heart started beating wildly, the nervousness back, and coursing through every nerve in her body. Is this why he did all this? Is this, where they were headed? Allah miya, I'm so confused. This is all, so romantic, but...

Before she could complete her thoughts, she felt a warm hand encircle her waist, and pull her back, causing her back to crash against an all too familiar muscular chest.

* * * * * * *

Asad watched her as she came closer, and felt his heart stop. Time slowed, and the wind blew through her silky hair. It was just like the first time he had seen her. All dressed in red. Except this time, it didn't make his heart ache to watch her. It made it soar. He smiled broadly, as he drank in how beautiful she looked in the dress. A deep red hue, the dress hung effortlessly on her every curve, highlighting them, and hugging her dainty figure. The rhinestones on the haltered neckline sparkled along with her dimpled smile, and the small earrings she'd chosen to compliment the dress.

He was so happy she had worn it, he almost missed that she had worn a shawl over her arms. His face fell a little, realizing she still wasn't comfortable with shorter sleeves. But at least she had worn his dress. He tried to put the thought aside and left his hiding place, behind one of the poles of the tent. Careful not to alert her of his presence, he stealthily snuck up behind her and encircling his arm around her waist, pulled her flush against him, her back landing on his chest.

* * * * * * *

Zoya's breath hitched, as the bare part of her lower back, which wasn't covered by the shawl, made contact with his abs. Even covered with a shirt, she could feel the contours, causing her to melt in his arms. She could feel his one hand making circles on her stomach, while the other rested lightly on her waist, dangerously close to her exposed back.

Asad breathed in and exhaled softly, taking in his favorite scent: her strawberry jam hair. He unconsciously drew circles on her stomach with his hands, feeling her relax a little more against him. Once she was calm, he turned her around, so that she was facing him, her arms immediately finding his shoulders, as he snaked both of his around her waist, his fingers lightly grazing the milky skin on her lower back.

Zoya felt her skin go on fire when he touched her, and once again got lost in his intense, chocolate eyes. She felt a cold shiver down her spine, as the shawl she was wearing slowly slipped off her shoulders, and immediately she panicked. She closed her eyes, knowing it was futile to try to hide it now. He'd seen it. She'd have to brace herself for whatever look of disgust or pity came across those smoldering orbs of his.

Seeing her eyes close, Asad noticed her shivering, and immediately his mind went to the shawl she was wearing. His eyes went from her closed ones, to her shoulder, and that's when he saw it. A long, all encompassing trail of scarred tissue, running from just below her shoulder, to just below her elbow. Everything fell into place. Why she was wearing a shawl. Why she didn't dress like her friends. Even here in New York. Why her Aapi said she always wore long sleeves, why he never saw her wearing shorter sleeves in Bhopal. It all made perfect sense. But as he brought his gaze back to her face, his heart broke.

Zoya waited, the panic within her turning into self-loathing once again, as tears began to form in her eyes, and spilled despite her eyelids being closed. She felt a warm set of fingers under her chin, and slowly opened her eyes. But what she saw in them shocked and confused her to her core. She expected disgust, she expected pity, she even expected sympathy. But that was far from what she saw. The eyes that were looking back at her, held nothing but pain and understanding. And dare she say it, love.

He noticed her teary eyes widen as he looked into them and moved his hand from her chin to her arm. He noticed her tears increasing as he did this, and with his other hand, he gently wiped them away.

"Aap roh kyun rahi hai, Ms. Farooqui?" he asked softly.

Zoya kept looking at him, reliving the reason for her scars, over and over in her head. That heinous, torturous dream that haunted her every time she thought of or saw fire. That loss of her mother in that ordeal, and how she had no idea if it was even true.

"Aap, aapko bura nahin laga, Mr. Khan. Mera yeh nishan, dekhar," she hiccuped between soft sobs. "Mein hamesha, inne chipa kar rakhti hoon. Mein nahin jaanti, yeh nishan, mujhe kab mile, nahin kaise. Lekin," she sniffled a little before continuing, "mein itna to jaanti hoon. Inka uss daravna khwab se koi to taluq hai," she finished, looking down at her feet.

Asad's heart broke yet again. How much pain, how much trauma had this girl been through? What more would Allah put her through? He noticed her trying to put the shawl back on, since it was hanging on her elbows, and immediately reached out to stop her. She looked up at him, bewildered, her eyes widening in shock for the umpteenth time that night. He shook his head slightly, as if to tell her she didn't have to hide it from him.

Zoya stood awestruck, and confused. What is he doing?

"Zoya, yeh nishane tumhare badan par daag nahin, balki tumhara ek hissa hain. Inse kisi ko bhi dikhaat ho, toh woh tumhe theek se pechaan nahin paye hain. They're your battle scars. Mujhe innse koi dikhaat nahin. Aur tumhe bhi nahin honi chaiye." Zoya looked down, unable to believe the words coming out of his mouth.

"Innse mujhe pata chala hai, ki aap kitni strong hain. Aapne itna daard saha, lekin phir bhi, aap charon taraf khushian hi khushian phel thi hai. Aap apna gham kabhi bhi kisi ko nahin dikhati. Aur to aur, aapne zindagi se mu nahin mora, balki aap usse din ba din fully jeeti hain." He brought his hand back under her chin, tugging at it so she looked at him.

"Aapko sharminda hone ki koi zarurat nahin hai. Aap iske saath bhi, utni hi khoobsurat hai," he finished, looking her straight in the eye. His eyes travelled from her eyes to her lips, back and forth, slowly, trying to gauge her reaction to his words.

Zoya stared back at him, dumbfounded. She felt... grateful. She felt loved. She felt normal. How could the words of the same man that hurt her so badly, soothe her to the point of making her proud of one of her most heinous secrets? His words rung in her ears, the air of honesty and care for her in them so strong and comforting. No one that had every seen her scar, had ever talked about it with such sweetness, and gentility. She looked at him, and realized that he meant it. Every single word. It truly didn't bother him, and somehow, she didn't know how or why, that thought alone, made her feel elated.

She couldn't form words. No words would ever describe to him how happy she felt, how grateful she was and how loved she felt just by his words. All she could do, was give him a small, but genuine smile, as she brought her hand, and placed it on his. She noticed him return her smile, with one of his small, faint smiles, and put his other hand, on top of hers. There they stood, hand in hand, basking in the feeling of accepting each other, just as they were. Zoya wasn't sure what she was feeling. But she knew that his approval, for whatever reason, meant the world to her. And getting it, even after he saw her most hated scar, was something she would never be able to forget.

Asad drank in her reaction, relieved and content, that she believed him, and more importantly, saw it herself. He once again realized how truly amazing the woman before him was. How she chose to live life to the fullest of her abilities, instead of being mad at it for putting her through so much. His share of pain was there, but he had chosen to be mad at the world. He could learn so much from her. And he realized that at his very moment, he had once again, fallen in love with her.

He smiled a little bigger at her. "Ab aapko iski koi zaroorat nahin hai," he said, as he took the shawl from off her arms, and gently placed it on the back of one of the chairs. Zoya smiled back at him, and nodded slightly, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink again. Ahh! Why can't I stop blushing!?

"Shezadi," he motioned with another faint smile, pulling out the chair for her take her seat. She smiled even bigger, her dimple becoming more pronounced, noticing how he was trying to lighten the mood. She nodded and sat down, allowing him to help her, and watched him go over to the other smaller table next to theirs, the music changing to other familiar hindi songs.

As she watched him, she took a chance to appreciate the man in front of her. He was dressed in a black, pin striped suit, with a crisp white dress shirt, and a maroon tie. He also had a maroon pocket square in his blazer pocket, and his hair was styled just they way it always. He certainly was a sight for sore eyes. This man would be the death of her. She needed something to distract her from admiring him, lest she let something like earlier happen again.

"Mr. Khan, aapne koi healthy cheez to nahin mangwai na?" asked, unable to resist the chance at pressing his buttons. Why it brought her such joy, she would never understand.

He rolled his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. He was glad she was back to normal, and not concerned with the scar. He proceeded to bring two plates with silver domed covers to their table, and placed them in the very middle. Zoya gave him a curious look, a smirk on her face.

"Yeh kya hai, Mr. Khan? Smoked salmon? Ya phir salad?" she asked, trying to hide her amusement.

"Nahin, Ms. Farooqui, aaj ka khana aapke pasand ka hai," he replied to her jab, a little surprised at how confident he was around her now. He saw her eyes twinkle with something. Gratitude maybe? Surprise?

He lifted the silver covers off both the plates, and watched in amusement as her eyes widened fully, and her mouth formed a cute "o."

"Allah miya, Mr. Khan!" she squealed. "Pizza!? Aur Kachorian!?" She clapped her hands in glee like a five year old kid who had just gotten a bag of candy on Halloween. "Aapko New York mein kachorian kahan milein???" she screeched.

He smiled even bigger at her reaction. "Woh mein aapko kyun bataon? Waise yeh dhundne mein itni difficult nahin hai," he teased her. Her eyes widened with indignation at his dig, but she couldn't help but smile and laugh. Jahapana is joking with me!? Allah miya!

"Shall we?" he asked her, as he served her a couple kachories, and a slice of the veggie pizza. Zoya nodded happily and immediately dug into her food, not caring for a second about spilling anything on her dress. Asad watched her, contented at making her so happy with the smallest of gestures.

"Baise, Wr. Whan," she said with a mouth full of her favourite food, "aap poh phealty khana khanphe hai na?" she tried to get out.

His OCD back, he rubbed his temples. "Ms. Farooqui, khana swallow karke baat kije. Mujhe kuch samaj mein nahin aaya," he groaned. She glared at him, but smiled sheepishly right after and swallowed her food before trying again. He smiled at her antics, and waited for her to speak.

"Meine kaha," she said, exaggeratedly, "aap toh hamesha healthy khana khate hain, toh phir aap yeh sab kaise kha yenge?" she asked in mock horror. He smiled, a small faint smile, and cleared his throat.

"Ms. Farooqui aap hi kheti hai, mein dekhne layak cheez hoon. Toh ek baar aise khane khanese kuch nahin hoga. Aur waise bhi, aaj hum aapke gulam hai," he finished, giving her a quick wink. Zoya's eyes widened again, and she blushed for the, oh hell she'd lost count by now. Allah miya, yeh Jahapana ko kya ho gaya? Aapne uss Akdu ka kya haal kar diya?

She looked down, suddenly very shy, and continued to eat her food, with a little more decorum this time. They stole glances at each other, while nibbling on their food, and smiling shyly. Once they were done eating, Asad took the plates and put them back on the smaller table, reaching down into the cooler for the cans of Diet Coke.

"Aap kamal ki hai, Ms. Farooqui. Others would be happy with a fancy meal. Lekin aapko sirf kachorian aur pizza se khushi milti hai," he teased her, as he opened their cans and placed them on the table. Zoya smiled broadly at him, taking her can and sipping it, reveling in the fizzy bubbles.

"Woh iss liye Mr. Khan, kyun Zoya Farooqui jaise koi nahin," she said proudly.

"Jee, aap sabse bilkul alag hai," he replied genuinely, gazing at her intently. She blushed, yet again, and looked down, biting her lip.

Once they were done, the music in the background changed back to the familiar, Bol Na Halke Halke number, and they both looked at each other, downing in each other's eyes once again. Asad got up from his seat, not once breaking eye contact with her, and extended his hand in front of her. Zoya looked at him, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"May I have this dance?" he asked. Zoya smiled, and blushed, looking down again, and slowly slipped her hand into his. He smiled at this and gently pulled her out of her seat, snaking his other hand around her waist, sending a shiver down Zoya's spine again.

Dhaage Tod Laao Chandani Se Noor Ke

Ghooghat Hi Banalo Roshni Se Noor Ke

Sharma Gai To Aagosh Mein Lo

Ho Saaaso Se Uljhi Rahi Meri Saasein

Bol Na Halke Halke, Bol Na Halke Halke

Hooth Se Halke Halke

Bol Na Halke

Bol Na Halke Halke, Bol Na Halke Halke

Hooth Se Halke Halke

Bol Na Halke

He slowly guided her to the side of the tent, where there was a clearer view of the stars, and twirled her, so her back was against his chest, once again. They swayed back and forth a few times, as Zoya melted into his arms, and gently laid her head against his shoulder. He twirled her again, so she was facing him, at arm's length, and guided her back into arms, her back to him once again.

Umrein Lagi Kehte Hue

Do Lafaj The Ek Baat Thi

Woh Ek Din Sau Saal Ka

Sau Saal Ki Woh Raat Thi

Kaise Lage Jo Chuchap Dono

Palpal Mein Puri Sadiyan Beetadein

Bol Na Halke Halke, Bol Na Halke Halke

Hooth Se Halke Halke

Bol Na Halke

Bol Na Halke Halke, Bol Na Halke Halke

Hooth Se Halke Halke

Bol Na Halke

He spun her around, her hands going to his shoulders, his arms wrapped around her dainty waist, as they gazed at each other, each drowning in the other's eyes. Zoya looked at him, curious, confused, and even a little longingly. Though what she was longing for, she wasn't quite sure.

Dhaage Tod Laao Chandani Se Noor Ke

Ghooghat Hi Banalo Roshni Se Noor Ke

Sharma Gai To Aagosh Mein Lo

Ho Saaaso Se Uljhi Rahi Meri Saasein

Asad brought one hand to tuck the stray strand of hair that had gotten caught in her eyelashes, behind her ear, and let his hand linger on her cheek. Zoya unconsciously leaned into his touch, closing her eyes. She opened them again, trying to gauge his intentions, trying to read his deep, intense eyes.

Bol Na Halke Halke, Bol Na Halke Halke

Hooth Se Halke Halke

Bol Na Halke

Bol Na Halke Halke, Bol Na Halke Halke

Hooth Se Halke Halke

Bol Na Halke

Asad held her other hand in his, and they swayed to the music, side to side, until the song slowly faded out. They continued to drown in each other's eyes, when Asad felt he couldn't keep it in any longer. He wanted to shout it to world. And he had picked the seemingly perfect place to do so.

"Zoya..." he began, grabbing her attention. She drew her face closer to his, her lips quivering in anticipation. Asad looked down at her lips, and then her eyes. His gaze going back to her lips, he slowly leaned in further, his lips touching hers with a feather kiss. Zoya sighed against his lips, and pressed with a little more force against his. She nibbled his upper lip softly, as he nibbled her lower lip, Asad groaning audibly.

He slowly deepened the kiss, and ran one of his hands up her bare back, ever so softly, not wanting to startle her. She reciprocated by fisting her finger into his hair, and pulling him closer to her. They kissed each other senseless, passion igniting between them, losing themselves in the moment.

After what seemed like hours, they broke apart, their foreheads touching. Zoya's eyes widened as she came back to reality and realized what had just transpired between them. But it hadn't felt wrong... had it? It felt, right.

"Zoya..." Asad tried again, as Zoya looked up at him. "Zoya, mein, tumse mohabbat karta hoon. I, I love you Zoya."

The words echoed in the hollow of the park, carried around her by the wind and made more pronounced by the close proximity they were sharing.

I love you, Zoya.

I love you, Zoya.

I love you, Zoya.

Asad Ahmed Khan, loved her!?

A/N:

Okay dont' kill me guys! But it was getting too long! And there's a huge confession ahead I promise! Plus Zoya's reaction and then the convo between her and Ayaan 😃 among other things! 😆

Please please please comment and like and do let me know if you liked it 😃

-Monica <3

you really are an evil, how can you firstly hold this update for such a long time & then end it here. Allah Miyah, what's wrong with you? this is just too unfair.. 😒 well now that I have no choice except for waiting. i'll do just that.

Coming to the part I would say it was worth all the wait. Simply FANTABULOUS & AWESOME.

I could not believe Asad had done all this arrangement for Zoe. like really, with whom did our Akdu get exchanged? Oh Dear Lord, what love does to a man!

Zoe's dress was so so pretty, I'm sure she'll look just like a Princess, Asad's Shehzadi in it. Absolutely stunning. I knew that it was a sleeveless dress just by the look of how nervous Zoe was. I could feel her pain & fear of seeing disgust or sympathy in Asad's eyes. but as always rendered me speechless here too with his heart warming words. Zoe relief after hearing him shows that she yearns for acceptance from him, & that too after seeing her secret, makes a big impact on her. I just love you for this & everything Asad Ahmed Khan.

The description of the whole arrangements made for her ride from home to the tent was out of the world, like truly it was like living a fairy tale that too with your Prince Charming.

I already knew the menu for dinner but the dance, their lip lock & his confessions were just soo romantic. Asad didn't stutter while declaring his love as much as I thought he would. thank goodness for it.

I am so eager to know how he would continue his confession like how he fell for her plus Zoe-Ayaan convo. please kill the billi & not drag it like QH. I ONLY mean the Billi track NOT the ff, okay??

Till then Lots of Love,

Nim.

OMG! Nim? Can i call you that 😃

You're a doll!!! I know I know haha. Lots of chappals are coming my way for how I ended it. But if just got too long and I need to separate her reaction, and the ZoYaan convo. But thank you so much! Your comment has me smiling and blushing like an idiot! 😃

You knew about the menu, huh? Smart girl! 😉 Glad the dress was to your liking, as well as the liplock 😃 I wasn't going to put it in, but it's actually one of my own fantasies, so since I have no love life atm, I thought I'd live it through my version of Asya

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Yay! I'm so glad you liked the scar revelation! I wanted it to be at the beginning so that she knew that his intentions were NOT affected by it. 😳

I can't make any promises about WHEN I'll update next. BUT, I CAN promise it won't be like last time where I become Eid ka chaad 🤣 (thanks webuser7 😆)

Thanks for the lovely comment babes! 🤗

Aww thank you! I'm so happy you liked it 😃😳