AsYa OS: How Our Parents Met :)

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I'm here with an OS after ages!! This was actually something I wrote for ArHi but a reader, lasya13 recently asked me to convert it into AsYa and with a little help from her regarding the story of the drama so far, I was able to do it. So this one's for her 😳

A/N: In order to avoid any confusion, I'm letting you people know beforehand that Ahsan and Zoha are AsYa's kids. Those who have read my other work already know this! 😆

I had to break it into two parts. The next one is in the post below 😳

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AsYa OS: How Our Parents Met

"I'm home!"

Zoha sang as she always did on entering her house causing Ahsan's lips to curve up in a smile. Though he wouldn't admit this to her face in a thousand years, he always missed her when she wasn't around. The house would be too quiet without his loud and cheeky 16-year-old sister. Though he was a quiet boy at 19, he always smiled at the thought that his sister was loud and talkative enough to make up for both of them.

"Assalam-o-Alaikum, Bhaiya. Bet you missed me loads but don't worry, your awesome little sister is back!" She said in one breath, grinning from ear to ear, seeing him sprawled on the sofa, watching an old cricket match.

"You wish! I didn't even notice you weren't home." He lied coolly with a smirk.

Zoha childishly stuck out her tongue at him before flopping on a sofa, groaning, "I'm so tired, it's not even funny".

"You went to Nikhat Phuppi's house, right? Why are you so tired? Did she make you clean her house? You know like sweeping and mopping the floor etc?" He teased.

"Of course not! You know how much Nikhat Phuppi loves me," She replied haughtily making Ahsan laugh.

Zoha had just returned from her oldest Phuppi's house. Her daughter and their cousin, Annie was getting married and though she was years older than Zoha, still they were really close. And now that Annie's wedding was approaching, Zoha spent most of her time at her house helping with the shopping and stuff.

"Bhaiya, Did I ever tell you how Annie Baji met Zain Bhai?" Zoha asked suddenly sitting up straighter and looking at him with sparkling eyes.

"No, and I don't want to know either, though I'm sure its very romantic and all," He replied, rolling his eyes.

"I don't know what's with you and your dislike for love and where you got this peculiarity from but I'm gonna tell you anyway."

"Zoe, why do you ask my permission when you always do whatever you want?" Ahsan asked, chuckling a little.

"Uff Allah Miyaan! Just shut up and listen Bhaiya!" Zoha ordered exasperatedly and Ahsan suppressed his laugh as he turned to her with a bored look on his face.

"Bhaiya, you won't believe how dramatic it was!" She began enthusiastically. "Annie Baji first met Zain Bhai while she was flying to Mumbai and he was sitting on the seat next to her on the plane. It was a football match that day and they got in an argument with Annie Baji supporting Manchester United and Zain Bhai supporting Liver Pool. They criticized each other's team and fought all the way to Mumbai. By the time they landed, they hated each other's guts and hoped never to meet each other. And then guess what? Annie Baji completed her medical school and started her house job in some hospital and Zain Bhai was her senior! First, they fought like cats and dogs every time they saw each other but then they slowly fell for one another! Can you believe it? Their story is so... movie-like, you know. I never thought these kinda things actually happened in real life." She sighed dreamily. So romantic, no?"

"Uh huh," Ahsan nodded, lips pressed in a thin line to stop himself from breaking into a fit of laughter at her sister's faraway dreamy looks.

"You think so too?" Zoha asked him happily but her doe like eyes were slightly narrowed in disbelief.

"Yes, I think that this is the stupidest thing I've ever heard!" Ahsan managed to get out before he fell to his side on the sofa roaring with laugher.

"I... I hate you!" Zoha grabbed the cushion behind her and whacked it on Ahsan's head but he seemed not to notice as he was too busy laughing his head off. "You think it's stupid, huh?" Zoha huffed, "Wait till you fall in love and then we'll see who's the stupid one." She fumed, crossing her arms over her chest and looking away.

"I'll never fall in love, Zoe! I've already told you. It's such an idiotic thing to do anyway. It's like jumping of a building; your mind tells you its suicide and your heart tells you that, "Go on Darling, you can fly." Ahsan expressed his philosophy, sniggering.

"You don't fall in love by planning, you idiot. It just happens." She said seriously.

In reply, Ahsan just broke into a new fit of laugher and Zoha smacked the cushion against his head again.

"Careful! You're gonna ruin my hair." Ahsan grabbed the cushion from her hand and placed it underneath her head while running a hand through his hair.

"What is it with the men of this family and their love for long, wild-looking hair?" Zoha mumbled, sitting down.

"Not wild-looking, you mean awesome." He corrected.

"I know what I meant."

"Bhaiya?" She called out after a moment of silence.

"Hmm?"

"Ammi and Abbu claim they had a love marriage. Do you ever wonder what their love story was?" She asked.

"Why would I wonder when I know the real thing?"

"You do?"

"Not exactly but I'm smart enough to figure it on my own. Wanna hear it, kid?"

"Of course!"

"Well Ammi and Abbu's love story probably went something like this," Ahsan begin, his deep brown eyes twinkling with mischief. "Once upon a time, Dadi was sitting with Najma Phuppi and she decided that it was time to get her son married. As can be predicted, Najma Phuppi got excited and quickly agreed. Then when Abbu got home from office, presumably late, Dadi told him about her latest decision, earning an incredulous look and probably a string of 'Woh actuallys' from Abbu," Zoha giggled and Ahsan continued, "But then Dadi probably emotionally blackmailed him and Abbu gave in. They went to see a girl, that is, Ammi and they stared into each other's eyes as they still do sometimes and fell in love. You know, love at first sight." Ahsan wriggled his eyebrows while making quotation marks in the air. "They got married, had me and lived happily ever after. The End." Ahsan's eyes sparkled as he leaned back on the sofa, crossing his arms behind his head.

"They had me too!" Zoha said crossly.

"Oh yes! Forgot to add, they found you in a trash bin and then lived not-so-happily-ever-after," Ahsan teased her.

"That is so not true!"

Ahsan and Zoha turned on hearing Asad's voice to find both their parents standing behind them.

...Continued... 😳

"That is so not true!"

Ahsan and Zoha turned on hearing Asad's voice to find both their parents standing behind them. Asad had an amused smirk on his face while Zoya clung to his arm for support, her face red with suppressed laughter.

"Allah Miyaan! What's wrong with you, Ahsan? We didn't find Zoha in a bin and I didn't meet your father that way." Zoya managed between giggles as she took a seat next to Ahsan and Asad lowered himself on the sofa next to her.

"Our meeting was so dramatic that it beats all the movies you've ever watched." Zoya said, resulting in Ahsan rolling his eyes.

"Yes, without a doubt!" Asad agreed, "The first time I saw your mother was, at a Dargah. She looked angelically beautiful, I remember. I didn't get the chance to speak to her then but on our first official meeting, I nearly ran her over with my SUV." He said, smirking slightly.

"What?!" Ahsan and Zoha bellowed together.

"I don't believe this!" Zoha exclaimed.

"Actually Zoe, if you think about it, Abbu does have a knack of losing sense of his surroundings when Ammi's around because he's so busy stealing glances her way." Ahsan said winking at his sister and earning a punch on his arm from Asad, saying mortifyingly, "I do not!"

Ahsan and Zoha laughed and Zoya continued the story enjoying her audience's reactions.

"Naturally we got in a fight. I told your father he didn't know how to drive and he told me I should stay at home because I had no idea know how to walk on roads."

Asad gave a sudden chuckle, shaking his head in amusement. "I remember how rudely I behaved. However, I have to add, you were equally impolite, Zoya... Boy! We hated each other right from the beginning."

Zoha interrupted then, raising her eyebrows and asking, "Abbu, you and rude? And that too, towards Ammi? I don't think that's even possible!"

Asad chuckled some more at that, shaking his head, "No, I used to be pretty rude back then. And after that we bumped into each other at a mall and fought there too." Asad smiled at the memory and Zoya took over.

"Now since I was new to India from New York, I had to stay somewhere, right? My Jeeju arranged for me to stay with his relatives in Bhopal. And guess whose house it turned out to be?"

"Abbu's?" Ahsan asked, his mouth gaping and Zoya nodded smiling brightly.

"No way!" Zoha exclaimed.

"Yes way!" Asad smirked. "Your Ammi refused to leave me alone peacefully!"

"Shut up, Asad." Zoya grinned. "I started living there and I don't think there was ever a day when we didn't fight! Oh, we fought over each and every small thing. We had the complete opposite views on everything. Your Abbu was traditional and I was modern so naturally we clashed... I don't know how Najma and Phuppi, I mean; Ammi stopped themselves from throwing us out!"

"You know how they say there is a very thin line between love and hate... During all those fights and bickering I never realized when I fell in love with Asad. And when I did realize, my Visa had expired and I was to be deported back." Zoya's face now adorned a soft smile.

"What did you do then?" Zoha asked looking totally engrossed in the story.

"Oh I was Zoya Farooqi, I did everything I could to fool, what was the name of the Visa office guy again? Mr. Bhat... Bhatwa-"

"Zoya, just call him Mr. Dhurinder." Asad suggested amusedly.

"Yes that. He was hell bent on deporting me back and I didn't want to leave India. Your Abbu, who wouldn't admit his feelings for me, fearing the end of the world maybe, gave me an appointment letter for his office that I could show to Mr. Dhurinder and get an extension. But even that went wrong... Then I faked having Chicken Pox."

"Seriously, Ammi?" Ahsan laughed. "How desperate were you?"

"Very, I think." She giggled.

"Trust Ammi to do something like that." Zoha added. "But Ammi, you wanted to stay back for Abbu, right? Why didn't you tell that to the Visa guy that you two were in love and were thinking of getting married?"

"If your Abu started doing simple thinks simply, he wouldn't be Asad anymore. He didn't want to admit his feelings, being the stubborn-head he was. But that is what we ended up doing in the end; we pretended to be in love and told Mr. Dhurinder that we were planning on getting married soon."

"Then?" Zoha asked excitedly.

"Then, your Abbu and I had another fight and he decided to send me back."

"What? No!" Zoha gasped and Ahsan shook his head at his drama queen of a sister.

"Yes. He told Mr. Dhurinder that we were faking it all and that he should send me back to New York."

Asad took over from here. "But when your Ammi left for the airport, I realized my mistake and I knew I couldn't live without her. I went running after her to the airport, crashed through the security station, found her waiting in line and proposed to her in front of all the public there."

"Awww!!! That is the most romantic thing in the history of Romance!" Zoha declared happily, clasping her hands together.

"I can't imagine Abbu doing something like that in public." Ahsan looked quite shocked.

"But can you guess what your devil of a Abbu did when we got home? He said that he did all this for his Ammi because she wanted me to stay, not him."

"No! Abbuuu!" Zoha moaned. "How could you ruin Ammi's perfect day like this."

Asad laughed. "I don't think I really believe in love then. I refused to admit even to myself that I loved her."

"I was not!" Asad said.

"Were too!" Ahsan and Zoha said in one voice.

"Was not!"

"Were too!"

"Was not!"

"Were too Abbu and you know it!" Zoha said in an amused voice.

"I was grumpy for another reason." Asad said, lying through his teeth.

"Sure, sure." Ahsan said in a patronizing tone, snickering.

"Okay, okay! Stop lying Asad! I know it too." Zoya intervened with a grin, "So yes, where was I? Asad wasn't ready to admit his love for me..."

"Oh, now I know why Bhaiya is, the way he is. He doesn't want to believe in love because he's a ditto copy of Abbu." Zoha cut in.

Ahsan just rolled his eyes while Zoya and Asad laughed.

"Well, Ahsan then make sure you keep your eyes to yourself at Dargahs. And concentrate on your own prayers." Asad advised his son in a mock seriousness.

"Don't worry Abbu! Even if I do catch an eye of a girl, I won't try to run her over with my Ferrari, no matter how pretty she is." He replied, smirking.

"Okay okay? Can I continue now?" Zoya asked, looking between the two, bemused.

"Sure Ammi! Go ahead." Zoha said hastily.

"So the little stunt your Abbu pulled at the airport got me an extended Visa. Now you'd think everything will be back to normal, right?"

"Right."

"Wrong! We had a huge misunderstanding and I left the Khan house."

"What? What sort of misunderstanding?" This time, Ahsan queried.

Zoya looked at Asad and then towards her kids. She couldn't tell them the whole Tanveer issue so she said instead. "I thought your Abbu was interested in someone else. I didn't want to come in between them so I left." She shrugged casually.

"That must be hard. Going away..." Zoha mumbled sadly.

"It was. It was the toughest month we ever spent. Every minute of it was a torture." Asad said, his eyes suddenly full of anguish as he took Zoya's hand in his and gave it a squeeze.

"Thank God, the misunderstanding finally cleared and once again I was with Asad. I couldn't have been happier to have him back in my life again." Zoya smiled back at him. It was as if for a moment they had forgotten that the kids were there too. They were lost in their own world.

Zoya came of it first and continued, "So yes, where was I? Oh, then your Najma Phuppi got married to Imran. And then we got married in about 3 months after that." She said carefully. She wasn't going to tell the kids about her accidental Nikah with Ayaan. That was something she and Asad tried to forget. It was a mistake. Nothing more.

She and Asad had always paid stress on the importance and purity of Nikah in front of their children and she didn't want them thinking that their parents had not done that in their own time.

"You waited three months more? Why?" Zoha questioned, looking confused.

"We had to. Different reasons. But the important thing is that all these interruptions and misunderstandings only helped in making our love strong. True love doesn't come at a small price; there is always loads of pain and sacrifices on the way. You people see us together and probably think that we've always been like this but no, we had to overcome our differences, misunderstandings, hurdles and give sacrifices. This is just something true love requires." Zoya spoke softly.

"But we have been inseparable since then. And we plan on being together forever." Asad added with a smile.

"Just forever?" Zoya questioned, wriggling her eyebrows.

"Forever and beyond." Asad corrected and then leaned in to give a quick peck on her cheek. Something he hadn't done in front of the kids ever since they grew up. Zoya blushed to the roots of her hair but Asad looked unabashed, merely amused. Zoha giggled while Ahsan pulled out his cell phone and suddenly looked very interested in it.

"N-Now isn't it better than filmy stories?" Zoya asked the kids in a flustered tone.

"Yes!" Zoha said, looking awed. "Why didn't you ever tell us before?"

"I don't know. Guess it never came up." She frowned lightly.

"See Bhaiya! I was right! You will fall in love one day too and you wouldn't even know what hit you." Zoha said smugly.

"Okay Zoe." Ahsan said in a bored voice but the truth was that his parents' story had moved him.

"I can't wait to fall in love and get married. I hope my story is like yours, Ammi." Zoha said enthusiastically.

"No Sweetie. I pray to Allah that your story won't be full of hurdles and misunderstanding like ours. I hope you find your life partner easily and there are no troubles and pain in your story." Zoya told her lovingly.

"What are you saying, Zoya? Why are you putting all this nonsense in Zoha's head?" Asad inquired.

"What?" Zoha asked her father, confused.

"You're not going to get married!" He exclaimed, turning to her.

"What? Of course I am." Zoha replied.

"No, you're not allowed to!" Asad said stubbornly.

"What do you mean by that, Abbu?" She asked, slightly irritated. How can her Abbu expect her to listen to such a magical love story and not want to fall in love?

"I mean, you're not leaving this house and that's final! Moreover, I will never let you go through the difficulties that Zoya was forced to go through." Asad replied stubbornly.

Zoha looked at her father suddenly silent, her anger melting and being replaced by affection. Her Abbu loved her too much to bear the thought of her leaving or going through any type of pain.

"Then pray to Allah that I have an easy life. And I'll get married some day Abbu. Like Annie Baji. She's an only daughter too, you know." She said softly.

"I don't know how Nikhat allowed it but I'm not going to." Her father replied roughly.

"Asad, she will one day and you know it too." Zoya said softly, squeezing his hand gently.

"I know!" Asad said suddenly frustrated, "But if she does, her husband lives here because she sure as hell isn't going to go anyway."

"No way, Abbu! Ghar Jamai are sooo not cool!" Zoha said horrified.

"Why are we talking about this now? It'll be years before Zoha gets married." Zoya said lightly, seeing Ahsan's suddenly subdued face.

"Yes, we'll have this discussion in 15, 20 years." Asad said gruffly.

"What? Abbu, I'm not going to get married that old!" Zoha said, her mouth hanging open.

"Okay! Okay! This discussion's over!" Zoya stepped in. "Now who wants Dinner? And guess what I've made for desert?" She asked enthusiastically.

"Cake?" Ahsan guessed and Zoya laughed. "I hope its CD free, Ammi." He added.

"Who told you that?" Zoya asked, her mouth hanging open.

"I did." Dilshad's laughing voice came from behind her. No one had heard her coming in.

"My Darling Dadi!" Ahsan got to his feet at once and went to give her a hug. "Where were you? Do you have any idea how much I missed you, beautiful?" He asked cheekily while Zoya smiled used to the way her son showered his grandmother with endearments.

"I was over at Najma's. Fawad and Hammad came in the afternoon and practically kidnapped me. According to them, I don't spend enough time at their house."

"Those little brats. They always sneak off with you. You're always at their house, Dadi." He complained.

Dilshad laughed loudly. "They say the same. You guys are always fighting over me. I'm not some sort of a prize, am I?"

"You're more precious than any prize, my gorgeous Dadi. You haven't had dinner, right? Come let's have it." Ahsan still had his arm around his grandmother as he escorted her to the table.

"Zoha, help me set the table please." Zoya asked and Zoya went off.

Once it was done, Zoha noticed that her Abbu was still not at the table. She went to the lounge and found him still on the sofa, deep in thinking. She went up to him quietly and hugged him from behind saying, "I love you Abbu! And I'll never want to go away from you. Never in my life. Ever!"

Asad nodded, saying, "I know" in a gruff voice, too overwhelmed with emotions to speak more.

"Come, let's have Dinner." Zoha grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet and he placed his arm around her shoulders, kissed her forehead and led her to the table where the rest of the happy family was waiting for them.

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THE END!

If someone wants to read more on this happy family, you can read my AsYa SS: It's Hard To Let You Go It was actually inspired by the last part of this OS 😳

And I will try to update DI tomorrow. There was something wrong with my laptop and that was the reason for my inactiveness for the past three days or so. Will start writing the update today, I hope 😉

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