AsYa SS~PreysOfBiwitchingFortune~Ch2-Pg4Completed

HI GUYS,

I'm going to attempt writing a ff/ss on Asad-Zoya. Most of the characters are similar to that of the show right now (I don't own them) although I would like to explore them on my own.

INDEX

Prologue - Scroll down

Chapter 1 - Pg 1

Chapter 2 - Pg 4

~ Preys Of Biwitching Fortune~

PROLOGUE

I look around the crowded floor while simultaneously trying to save myself from colliding into someone as I tear-off my way from the sea of some stupid hormonal teenagers as they are busy making out right in the middle of the dance floor. Even though their PDA would have highly irritated me to the T, for once I was least concerned about figuring-out my secondary feelings.

All that was on my mind right now, was to figure out her whereabouts. I sighed as I occupied a chair right next to the bar-counter. Frankly speaking I was not a regular drinker. Social? Yes. However, if I could, I would avoid it as much as possible, and so I only ordered a plain fruit punch that these people served luckily.

As I sipped my drink, I let my eyes scan the whole surrounding observing the various activities happenng around, but nothing piques my interest so far. I was here on a mere whim, but deep down somewhere I had hoped to see her. Find her! Find Zoya .

My lips pull up on one side momentarily as I think of her. Her name was enough to cheer anyone up, including me.

I just wish sometimes that I could have realized my feelings earlier, maybe then we wouldn't have been at crossroads all the time, maybe then I wouldn't have misunderstood her recurringly, may be then I wouldn't have let her go!

But despite of all the may-be's I knew deep down that this was the only story I would repeat again, even if I had been given the chance to do it otherwise, cause though our journey was a big roller-coaster, we had our own fairy-tale moments which I still had to cherish throughout life, and hopefully would be having more of them with her! Speaking like a love-stuck teenager, aint I? Well, not my fault, I promise.

I Asad Ahmed Khan in my early thirties now had been the biggest pessimist, who hid his weakness behind that mask of perfection. My Ammi and my little sister-Najma were my world. I had been the guy who had only angst, resentment, hurt & pain running down his veins. I never thought of myself fortunate enough to be, laughing freely without any care in the world or falling in love. And yet, today I frequently did all that & more! And who would have dared to accomplish such a herculean task?...

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Chapter-1

There she goes..The runaway bride

I walk to the mazaar after collecting the basket consisting of-ittar, candles & chaadar, leaving Ayaan behind to serve himself this time, as I watch him flirt with yet another girl. He is such a kid at times. A peace fills me as I enter inside. After having handed over the basket to the maulvi sahib, I bend on my knees looking ahead ready to pray. I look around and something or should I say someone catches my eye right then, and what I see in front of me is a sight I would keep with me till my last breath.

I feel a strange kind of emotion rise within me as I look at the woman, clad in a black sheet and making the most mesmerising sight- adorned with her jhumar worn on the left-side of her forehead, seated across from me on the opposite end of the sacred quadrangle . I was bewitched with her the second the cold breeze blew her black sheet off her shoulders and I really saw her.

She was beautiful to me a few seconds back, but now she was a stunning fallen angel to me, with her eyes reflecting the pain in her heart. I felt my heart twist as I saw her that way. I guessed she was a bride or a soon-to-be one, as she was clad in her red lehanga-choli with all the heavy jewellery which only enhanced her already beautiful form. I looked away from her, cursing my fate unconsciously once again! She was a forbidden apple! Already taken Asad. And what if she wasn't? My heart encountered!

Honestly, I don't think it would have made a big difference. I wasn't cut-out for this...this feeling and emotional crap, and yet when I look back at her I had wanted to know the reason, behind her pain and to take it away! I was so lost in her that I had failed to notice Ayaan who had been sitting by my side since god knows when. When I did, I was shocked out of my wits. Nobody had made me so immune to my surroundings before or managed to hog all my attension this way.

I wanted to know why and so I stared back at her; or maybe I had just wanted an excuse to stare her again! This is such a confusing feeling. I wanted to look away but something wouldn't let me. Finally, may be she heard my pleadings and made a movement lifted her head which immediately brought me back to reality and I immediately closed my eyes to pray. Once done, I lifted my eyes and found her gone! I don't know if I was relieved or disappointed, but I was afraid to analyse my own feelings and so I headed back home after lighting the candle, only to run into her again!

Grace,

-Ada

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P.P.S- I'm not aware of all the traditions and customs w.r.t muslim family since I'm a hindu. I'll try my best not to mess up while writing

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