Milke Bhi Hum Na Mile....Asya-Ayra SS Part 10 pg 122 (17/12) - Page 30

PART 6:

Next day was really very chaotic in Khan Villa with people running here and there...decorating the house and setting the podium in the elegant lawn. Najma took Zoya and Humeira to the Beauty parlour for getting them ready for the Valima. While Badi Bi took care of Asad and Ayaan's grooming for the evening.

Finally in the evening, when the grooms came at the venue with their respective brides, all the guests went dead silent. All were looking unblinkingly at the couples in front of them. Elders reminisced their beautiful past while younger ones were dreaming of the same future, looking at Asya and Ayra. While every heart was filled with joy, there were two which stood apart. Asad was constantly cursing him and feeling guilty for ruining Zoya's life, while Zoya was sad due to the sudden turn of events in her life. Unknowingly, they were led to the stage and only when Dilshad asked them to settle down, they came out of their wonderland. They silently looked at each other...Zoya could see something in his eyes...pain??...or guilt?? Maybe!!

Relatives and friends started coming to them to wish both the couples a happy married life. So, Asad got himself busy in introducing Zoya to all his kins. Zoya found some of them very amusing as they told how Asad was in his childhood and how they would love to nurse his kids. Zoya couldn't help blushing when someone mentioned their kids or something like that. She felt anger at herself because she knew it was nearly impossible...especially after yesterday, she was unsure about her future. Only one thing as clear, that she'll definitely set him straight...who the hell he thinks himself to be, to ruin her life like that!!! I'll give him a piece of mind...she promised to herself. She would have lost in her thoughts if Najma hadn't shouted in her ears.

Najma: Zoya, where are you lost??? Come let's go...come on Bhaijaan!!

Zoya:" But where?? I suppose the function is not over yet." Asad too stood there confused.

Najma giggled, " Ohho, you two are so eager to get this celebration over. What's the plannn...huh???"

Asad groaned while Zoya just shook her head at her new best friend cum sister's antics. Najma continued, " I'm taking you two to the dance floor." Asad protested," But Tamatar, you know I don't like all this." Najma sighed sadly, " As if you are interested in anything!!! Come one Bhai, don't be a spoilsport...you even didn't dance in your sangeet. Atleast dance now...what's there to be shy. Zoya is your wife now." Asad started again only to be cut by Ayaan, " we're not taking no as an answer. You are dancing and that's final!!!" announced Ayaan. Though reluctant, Asad had to agree because of the death glares he was getting from his siblings.

ZOYA'S POV

He took my hand in his and leaded me to the dance floor, Ayaan and Humi behind us. I could swear I felt as if I have touched a live wire...a current coursed through my body when he touched me. I just followed him quietly. We were now standing in middle of the dance floor surrounded by few young couples from Mr. Khan's family. As the soothing music filled my ears I could feel Mr. Khan's left hand encircle my waist and right one entwined with mine. I automatically kept my free hand on his shoulder and looked into his eyes. There was an unknown feeling of warmth between us. I felt relaxed and comfortable in his arms. Even after living in New York for so many years, I was never comfortable with such a close proximity with anyone from male species but with him, it's something different. I felt him staring in my eyes and we just swayed together initially.

Ooohoo
Baby Come Stand By My Side
Come N Be My Guding Light
O I Will Be What You Want Me To Be
I Will Give All My Love In Whole Of My Life
Soniyo.., O Soniyo..
Tumhein Dekhta Hoon To Sochta Hoon Bas Yehi
Tum Jo.., Mera Saath Do..
Sare Gum Bhola Ke Jee Lu Muskuraake Yeh Zindagi
( Tu Dede Mera Saath Tham Le Haath
Chahe Jo Bhi Ho Baat Tu Bas De De Mera Saath )... (2)

He turned me around so that my back was pressing to his chest. He drew me closer and put his chin on my shoulder. Oh My!! I'm going in a frenzy!!! What has happened to him?? Is he the same man who said those painful things to me...

I Get This Feeling Now, I Cannot Wait No Longer
I Know Your Love Will Keep Me Happy
Will Keep Me Stronger
I Get This Feeling Now,I Cannot Live a Larger
I Know Your Loves The Only One What So True
( Raho Mein Tanha Hoon Sath Le Chal Yun
Sang Tere Safar Poora Karu.. )... (2)
Kya Kahun.. Aye Zindagi..
Tu Hai Meri Saans Rehna Tu Paas Har Ghadi
Tu Dede Mera Saath Tham Le Haath
Chahe Jo Bhi Ho Baat Tu Bas De De Mera Saath
Tu Bas De De Mera Saath

He twirled me around several times and finally we were face to face again. He gazed at my face with soft eyes. I felt like drowning in his eyes...eww too cheeky. But yes, this was the best feeling...to be this close to him. I can't figure out why??? I'll just enjoy this moment...who knows we'll ever be this close again or not!!!

( Tujhko Jo Paaya To Hai Ye Lagta Kyun
Bahon Mein Bas Teri Mehfooz Hoon.. )... (2)
Tum Bana.. Saaya Mera..
Zindagi Mein Aao Zindagi Bitaao Bas Yehi
Tu Dede Mera Saath Tham Le Haath
Chahe Jo Bhi Ho Baat Tu Bas De De Mera Saath
Tu Bas De De Mera Saath
Baby Come Stand By My Side
Come N Be My Guding Light
O I Will Be What You Want Me To Be
I Will Give All My Love In Whole Of My Life
Babby, Come N Be My Guding Light...

Everyone clapped and cheered as the song ended. We came out from our staring session. I felt an emptiness inside me when he left my hand. Why this stupid song has to end so soon?? Hope Najma comes and force him to dance more. Alas!!!

END OF ZOYA'S POV...

Whole khan family gathered around the newlyweds when guests were off to dinner. Dilshad cooed Asad like a little baby," Ohh...my baccha. I never knew you could dance so well. Thanks Zoya for making me see this side of my son." Zoya smiled shyly at her. She continued, " Ayaan, you too danced well. But I must say Humi is far better than you. My both daughters are really lucky for this house." Ayaan casted an annoyed look at Humi while she made a face at him. All the others laughed at their exchange. They were disturbed by a fat, lorry-like aunty coming towards them, who Zoya and Humeira recognized as one of Dilshad's distant cousin...Haseena. " she is so irritating!!" whispered Humi in Zoya's ears. " she kept telling me about how she brought innumerable matches for Ayaan but he kept refusing as he was destined to be mine..." Zoya just giggled at her little sister's expressions.

Haseena said in her sugar-coated tone, " Aap log bhi chaliye naa...khana kha lijiye!! Chalo beta Asad..." ( You all too come for dinner!! Come Asad...") All of them looked toward each other and followed Haseena while she was busy irritating Asad.

Haseena: " Main bahut khush hoon tumhe itni sundar biwi mili hai...kya kismat hai!!! Sahi hai...Allah apne bandon par nazar rakhta hai...itna sab kuch hone ke baad bhi tumhara nikaah aisi pari jaisi ladki se ho gaya!! Main to uss Tan..." (I'm so happy that you got such a beautiful wife...really lucky you are!! God looks over his children...after all that had happened, still you got married to such a pretty girl!! That Tan...")

She couldn't complete her sentence when Badi Bi jumped in, " Look Haseena!! Gulab Jamun (an Indian sweet) I'm sure you haven't tried them...come let's go." With that she dragged Haseena towards the sweet stall. Rashid and Dilshaad sighed in relief while Zoya was pondering over her words. What had happened?? She was tempted to ask Asad but stopped knowing that it would be futile. She'll find on her own.

LATE NIGHT:

Valima function just got over and after bidding the last few friends, Asad and Ayaan too went to their rooms with their Ammi's permission. Asad was in deep thought... " What's on Zoya's mind?? She didn't say anything during the whole day. Oh!! How silly I'm...how'll she when we all were busy with the preparations. But I think she's not leaving...I don't know why I'm feeling that??? " With that thought he entered his room and groaned on seeing Zoya's Saree lying carelessly, half on bed and half on floor. He sighed and went to put it aside neatly. When he held it in his hands, he suddenly remembered the dance that they did this evening. He had never danced like this before...with anyone. How did he know all the right moves. And yes, she felt so perfect to hold...delicate and warm, he thought. He had folded the saree and placed it on Zoya's suitcase when the bathroom door clicked and Zoya emerged out clad in her baby pink night suit. Asad looked at her and inwardly smiled at her childishness...Who wears Mickey and Mini Mouse Tee at this age?? Asad was just standing there and thinking when Zoya moved past him and laid down on the left side of the bed. "Wait!!" Asad said.

"what?? " zoya asked.

"That's my side...I always sleep there."

"so..??"

" you sleep on the right."

" No way, I also have the habit of sleeping on left...you have to adjust. Marriage is another name for adjustment."

"Same applies for you too, Ms. Farooqui!!"

" First of all, I'm no more Ms. Farooqui...I'm Mrs. Zoya Asad Khan...you can call me Zoya or Mrs. Khan...it's ur choice. And next, I'll sleep here only."

Asad was dumbstruck for a moment on hearing that. She called herself Mrs. Zoya Asad Khan...means she's not leaving.

" Mrs. Kh...I mean Z..Zoya..."

" hahaaa, you are stuttering as if I'm your professor and you have been caught stealing exam papers!!!" Zoya rolled with laughter on seeing Asad's state.

" Enough Ms Fa...Zoya...Please sleep on that side."

"No I won't!!"

" FINE!!! Then I'll sleep on the couch."

" But you said I'm your wife for the society."

"So..??" Asad was confused.

" So, the society gives rights to a wife to sleep beside her husband. I never thought you'll break the rules of the society. Ayaan always boasted how his big bro always follows all laws and rules."

"In case you forgot, let me remind you, India is a free country...so people here also have the right to exercise their free will. So I'll sleep where I want to."

Asad was setting the couch to sleep when Zoya tapped at his shoulder. He turned to face her.

"What now?? I'm really tired." Asad asked annoyingly.

"You can't sleep here."Zoya replied nonchalantly.

"Why??"

"The couch is wet!!"

"What?? No, how could it be??"

"See for yourself!!" Zoya said grabbing the judge of water from the side table and emptying it on the couch. Asad looked wide-eyed, unable to form any coherent sentence.

"WHAT NONSENSE IS THIS, ZOYA??" he roared after coming out of his shocked state.

Zoya just went back to bed and slipped under the covers at her previous place. Asad rushed towards her side and asked through gritted teeth, "What do you want from me??"

"Answers!!" Zoya replied calmly.

"What answers??"

"Why did you say that?"

"What??"

"That...whatever you said yesterday...in the backyard."

"I'm tired...Can we please play KBC tomorrow??"

"sure! I'm going nowhere."

So, as Asad was left with no option he went to sleep on the right side of the bed. "Why am I sparing her like that?? Why am I not feeling like lashing out at her??"thought Asad. For anyone who had known Asad, he was a man of principles. He never wanted anything even an inch displaced from its place. But now, this girl had made him shift an entire side on bed. Audacity of this girl!!!

"Good night Mr. Khan!!" chirped Zoya.

"What's so good about this night??" mumbled Asad.

Zoya silently laughed at his plight. He looks so cute when he's angry!! His nose and jaw muscles twitch a little, noted Zoya. "I'll tame you Mr. Lion-Ahmed Khan !! Nobody messes with Zoya...you took a wrong step. I'll figure out a way to make you confess what's wrong with you...if not now, then maybe later. But I'll never leave your side. So better be prepared!!" Zoya talked to herself in low whispers.

"Stop mumbling Zoya. Curse me tomorrow morning. I want to sleep peacefully now." Asad glared at her.

Zoya gave him an annoyed look and turned to the other side and dozed off very soon. Asad kept looking at her back until he felt his own eyelids drooping and he too went into the state of deep slumber soon.

So, how was it??? Rubbish...stupid...or fine😃 And yes, don't kill me if you didn't like the song I used. It just came in my mind...I'm not very familiar with using songs and all...just tried to learn it from some of wonderful writers on this forum (especially --Mahima--, her song selection is perfect)😃

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