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Hello folks ! I thought its high time some people develop a spine and if they don't, I don't mind people who have spines to intervene..So here's an OS dedicated to Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan and his siblings..along with a little, yet significant part of Zoya too 😆
"Ab hum ye sagai TODTE hain !" roared Haseena bi as she removed the engagement ring from her son's finger and slammed it on the table. "Tum Firoz ko le kar aao !" she snapped at a relative.
The whole Khan family looked on in shock. Rashid mia was the first one to find his voice, "Haseena bi ! Suniye to-"
"MAT ROKIYEGA !" boomed a steady powerful voice from the door.
Everyone's eyes widened with shock seeing Asad Ahmed Khan standing in the doorway in his 3 piece suit and shades. Rashid, Ayaan, Nikhat and Nuzat's eyes filled with pride and happiness along with the initial shock. As for Firoz, he was hiding behind his relative, praying, hoping Allah would save him from the Yamdut at the door.
"To aa hi gaye aap !" scoffed Haseena bi.
Mamaji was fuming. "Ye kya battameezi hai ?!"
"Yahi baat aapko thodi pehle poochni chahiye thi janab. Koi baat nahi, hum hi pooch lete hain. Haseena bi, ye kya battameezi hai ? Aapke Illahabaad mein kya sab aisi hi badsuluki mein maante hain ?"
Ayaan stiffled a chuckle, Haseena bi was red with fury. "Asad mia ! Zabaan sambhal ke baat kijiye !"
"Baat ? Hume nahi pata tha aap log baato mein bhi maante hai, kyun Firoz mia ?"
Poor Firoz looked up with fear written on his face, his legs visibly trembling. "Vo- vo-"
"Rehne dijiye janab, aapki halat hume thodi nazuk lag rahi hai..hum hi madad kar dete hain. Pehli mulaqaat kab hui thi humaari ? Umm.." Asad pretended to think. "Haan ! Jab Haseena bi ne Ayaan ko Nikhat ki nazar utaarne ke liye kuch 'special' cheeze laane ko kaha tha, right ?" No one missed the softening in his tone when he said "Nikhat". Nikhat's eyes dampened. All the others looked on, confused.
"Uss din aapne bina kisi vajah Ayaan ko giraft mein lekar pareshaan kiya tha." Shireen looked at her son with fear and concern as everybody else stared wide-eyed at Asad, unable to process this information.
"Aur kal ki baat hum kaise bhool sakte hain ? Kal to aapne hadd hi kar di ! Itni khatirdaari ki Ayaan ki ! Phir aap hume kaise kosoorwaar thehra sakte hain janab ? Ab aapne Ayaan ki itni khatirdaari ki to thoda haq to humaara bhi banta hai na ?" his eyes shot daggers at Firoz. By now, Shireen was sobbing beside Ayaan, worried to the core, asking him if he was fine. He nodded at her, and looked at his brother with both gratefulnes and naked pride.
Firoz, being a coward, fell at Asad's feet and asked for forgiveness.
"Dekhiye, hume maaf kar dijiye ! Hum phir kabhi aapko ya Ayaan ko ya aapke kisi gharwale ko pareshaan nahi kaenge !" He looked up and pointed at Haseena, "Ye sab inka kiya dhara hai ! Aapa ne hume ye sab karne ko kaha tha ! Kal wahaan, us jagah pe aapa bhi mojood thi ! Allah kasam, hum jhooth nahi bol rahe !"
And that was the last straw. Everyone understood the whole story. Even Imraan was shocked as to how his mother could fall to such an extent.
"Ek aur baat to bataiye Haseena bi, vajah jab aapke paas kal se thi to aapne anguthi badalne tak ka intezaar kyun kiya ? Pehle nahi bol sakti thi ? Aur Imraan miya aap. Aapne ek baar bhi apni ammi se nahi poocha ke vo ye rishta kyun tod rahi hai. Anguthi utar ke nikal pade ?!" Asad looked at Rashid. "Aise insaan ko apni beti de rahe the aap." he said, his tone condescending, implying the 'of course' as clearly as his eyes showed hurt. "Kal shaadi ke baad kisi aur chhoti si vajah ko le kar iski ammi isse Nikhat ko chhodne ko kahe to ?"
"Chhod dega !" said Hassena bi.
As all of them looked at her with disbelief and blame in their eyes, she being the shameless woman she is, retorted, "Haan ! Chhod dega ! Aur haan, sab maine karwaya ! To ? Jab ghee seedhi ungli se na nikle to ungli tedhi karni padti hai ! Maine poocha tha na aap sab se, kon hai ye Asad Ahmed Khan ? Kisi ne sach bataya ? Nahi ! Tabhi ye sab karna pada mujhe !"
"Achha ! Ye ek cheez janne ke liye aap meri jaan lene par tuli thi ?!" Ayaan cried out. His patience had been tried for too long. "Insaaniyat naam ki cheez jaanti hai aap ? Suna hai kabhi aapne ? Vo ek aisi cheez hai jo insaano ko jaanwaro se alag karti hai. Aap mein to vo kabhi dikhi nai !"
"AYAAN !"
"NAHI ! Aaj nahi mamu jaan ! Aaj main chup nahi rehne wala ! Pehle din se dekh raha hoon, paise ke pichhe baagti hai ye aurat ! Mauka mila nahi ke Nikhat ke rang ko lekar use beizzat karti thi ! Aur kini na kisi cheez mein nuks nikal kar kuch na kuch maangti thi ! Car, bunglow, aur pata nahi kya kya ! Bas inhi cheezo ke liye aai thi ye yahaan rishta leke ! Aaj tak Nikhat ke liye chup that magar aaj to had hi ho gayi ! Itni behaya aur begairat aurat maine aaj tak nahi dekhi !"
"BAS Ayaan miya BAS ! Hume kuch kehne se pehle apne girebaan mein jhaank kar dekhiye ! Itne hi pavitr hai aap log to ye to bataiye sabko ki ye Mr. Asad hai kaun ?!"
An eerie silence hovered over the house. Then, Nikhat wiped her tears and came forward. "Hum batate hain ye kaun hain. Ye vo insaan hai, jo humaari har kahi, unkahi khwahish ko poori karte hai. Jo bina saamne aaye, humaare chehre pe hasi saja jaate hai. Ye vo hai jiske pata nahi hum par kitne ehsaan hai, par ye baat ye kabhi jatate nahi. Ye vo insaan hai jo unn ehsaano ko apnna farz, apna dharm maankar dil se nibhate hai, par unn farz se jude apne haq ko kabhi nahi jataate. Ye insaan nahi, ye to ek farishta hai, humaara farishta, jinpar hume garv hai, naaz hai."
She nodded at Ayaan and Nuzat. All the three siblings went beside Asad and held hands with him. In a chorus, with a voice that dripped with naked love and pride, they said, "Ye humaare bhaijaan hain !"
At that moment, Asad Ahmed Khan was blissfully oblivious to not only the people or the occasion around him, but to the whole of the world. With tears of happiness in his eyes, he looked at his siblings with equal pride and love, maybe more. He hugged all three of them, not giving a damn about who thinks what. His siblings hugged him back with equal fervor.
As everyone gaped, Nikhat again came forward, and with a straight back and square shoulders she told Haseena bi and her family, "Haan. Ye humaare bhaijaan hai. Humaare sabse bade bhai. Aur agar ye aapko qubool nahi hai, to hume bhi ye nikah qubool NAHI hai !"
Hidden from all the people inside the house, one other pair of eyes had tears of happiness, along with shock and pride. After last night's "Jahapana Bond" fiasco, Zoya being the cheeky girl she is, had followed Asad to know something about his secret mission. She had seen the whole scene, unable to make head or tail of it, since she had no idea what Mr.Six-Pack had to do with that irritating idiot (Ayaan 😆).
When Nikhat described him, Zoya felt her(Nikhat's) love and pride for Asad right to the core of her bones. She had goosebumps on her skin and tears in her eyes. She could feel her heart swell with pride. Her Jahapana was much more than what she could ever have imagined. That one moment changed her whole perspective about Asad. He wasn't a man of words, but actions. Honorable actions. For which he never expected anything in return. In one second, all that hatred kum anger on him changed into admiration and pride.
And when those three accepted the fact that Asad was their elder brother, she could both see and feel their pride in that. However a person Mr.Khan was, akdoo, ajeeb, khadoos vagerah :P, she was sure of one thing, he loved with all his heart and soul. And that was visible in his eyes. When his siblings had addressed him as bhaijaan, at that moment, she felt like she was looking at a man who had all his wishes fulfilled in just a moment. He seemed like the happiest guy on earth.
That day, for the first time, Zoya had seen him vulnerable.
For the first time, Zoya had seen emotions clear in his eyes.
For the first time, Zoya was sure he had a heart, and a very beautiful one indeed.
And for the first time, Zoya realised she wished for a place in that heart..
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