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Finally I got time to edit it ! People, believe me, I was REALLY busy. Outta town, meter down and well frown :P Okay, enough of my bakwas. (But i had REALLY been busy! So was unable t send PMs..) Here's the OS. Starts right after Zoya hears Asad talking to Dilshad about her being a museebat..
The Asad Ahmed Khan who had never left a chance to fight with her now avoided her like plague. He tried going to office before she woke up and coming back late, and if someway, he did bump into her, he'd make an excuse and run away. It wasn't that she was keen to meet him. After what she had heard, she didn't want to go near him as well. Museebat. That was what she was to him. Trouble.
She knew he had always hated her. Considered her imperfect and wrong in every possible way. He had said so at her face too, many-a-times, the most recent being the village's jail. But she had never bothered much. So she failed to fathom why this small statement from him, that she was trouble, hurt her so much now. Why that unbearable pain in the left side of her chest?
Maybe because she hadn't expected that after all that they had gone through together, he still felt she was trouble. After all that had happened...And yet,her eyes kept searching for him, her ears strained to hear his voice. She couldn't fathom why. She didn't want to! She hated him as much as he did! A small voice in the back of her head mocked - did she? And did he either? And she didn't know why, but she wished he didn't.
Her only comfort was the fact that he silently checked on her every night. Every night since the day they returned, he had silently made his way into the room when he thought she was asleep, to check on her and see if she had taken her medicines. He'd put a hesitating hand on her forehead to make sure she was fine. Then he would count the number of medicines to see if she'd taken them properly. Once he was sure, he'd go to the door, and look back one last time before he left.
Her only comfort was the fact that he silently checked on her every night. Every night since the day they returned, he had silently made his way into the room when he thought she was asleep, to check on her and see if she had taken her medicines. He'd put a hesitating hand on her forehead to make sure she was fine. Then he would count the number of medicines to see if she'd taken them properly. Once he was sure, he'd go to the door, and look back one last time before he left.
Zoya didn't know why, but for some reason, she felt that he was looking for something, finding something. And for another, she felt nice. Her heartbeats increased whenever he was near. Every time he came to check on her, a wonderful warmth spread through her. Every time he checked on her, the pain in her heart became a little less. And every time he checked on her, her hope that maybe, just maybe he did not hate her that much, strengthened.
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He hadn't lied to his Ammi. It was the truth. His life would definitely have been a lot easier had she not come there. Then nothing would have happened. And he'd be the same reserved Asad Ahmed Khan that he was. But everything had changed.
He glanced at the clock. 10 pm. She'd still be up. She never slept before 11. The stupid, stubborn girl! Why didn't she understand that she needed rest?! After all that happened-
He stopped in his tracks. Even the mere thought of what could have happened, what had nearly happened filled his heart with raw fear and terror. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her pale face, all colour drained from it and her lifeless body limp in his arms. He couldn't even begin to define what he had felt in that moment. That fear, terror, horror..it had pierced right through his soul, that incident.
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He hadn't lied to his Ammi. It was the truth. His life would definitely have been a lot easier had she not come there. Then nothing would have happened. And he'd be the same reserved Asad Ahmed Khan that he was. But everything had changed.
He glanced at the clock. 10 pm. She'd still be up. She never slept before 11. The stupid, stubborn girl! Why didn't she understand that she needed rest?! After all that happened-
He stopped in his tracks. Even the mere thought of what could have happened, what had nearly happened filled his heart with raw fear and terror. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her pale face, all colour drained from it and her lifeless body limp in his arms. He couldn't even begin to define what he had felt in that moment. That fear, terror, horror..it had pierced right through his soul, that incident.
No feeling in the world felt as good as the relief, the gratitude he'd felt when she had started breathing. Of one thing he was sure, the next time her breath stopped, so would his heart. He didn't know when, why or how, but it was true. Yash was right.
Yes, he had found her ill-mannered. Yes, he had thought of her as impolite. Yes he had judged her as imperfect in every aspect and yes, he had always 'hated' her. All of these things had been analysed and executed by his brain. But he had forgotten a major factor. The heart. Both his and hers.
Yes, he had found her ill-mannered. Yes, he had thought of her as impolite. Yes he had judged her as imperfect in every aspect and yes, he had always 'hated' her. All of these things had been analysed and executed by his brain. But he had forgotten a major factor. The heart. Both his and hers.
Over time, Asad had come to recognise her heart to be as pure and beautiful as could be. And that incident had made him realise that his heart had bound itself to hers, unconditionally and irrevocably. Yes, he had fallen for the chirpy, bubbly, irresponsible, messy golden hearted Ms. New York.The girl whose smile had won his heart, the girl who's smile was what he'd lost.
He knew that it was because of him that her smile had disappeared, because of him that the carefree fun-loving girl had suddenly become quiet. No, she didn't stay silent all the time. No, she didn't sit around lost and lonely. She still behaved like the old Ms. New York, and Ammi and Tamatar bought it too. But he could see right through her. It was all but a facade. Her eyes had lost their mischievous shine, her smile never reached her eyes. And that was what made him feel guilty. It was him that was the reason. She was his responsibility in Mangalpur and to an extent, he was responsible for all that happened with her. Including- he shivered at the mere thought. He had to go check on her, see if she was fine. Right now.
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Zoya switched off the lights in her room and tucked herself in, preparing for the wait. The wait for her Jahapana, the caring one. Not the Khadoos Mr. Khan who felt she was a museebat. She realised she had started going to bed earlier, hoping he'd come early too. As she lay on the bed and closed her eyes, she could hear the loud thumping of heart in her ears. She didn't know why her heart went all staccato in anticipation of his arrival.
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Zoya switched off the lights in her room and tucked herself in, preparing for the wait. The wait for her Jahapana, the caring one. Not the Khadoos Mr. Khan who felt she was a museebat. She realised she had started going to bed earlier, hoping he'd come early too. As she lay on the bed and closed her eyes, she could hear the loud thumping of heart in her ears. She didn't know why her heart went all staccato in anticipation of his arrival.
She suddenly heard the door creak. The last thought she had on her mind before he entered was that hopefully her heart won't jump right out of her body and into his hands. Then, she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, waiting for the feel of his soft feather-like touch.
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Asad made his way to her bed. Seeing her so still gripped his heart with terror all over again. The first thing he did as he went near her was check her breath. Only after he felt her breathe did he realise he had been holding his breath all the while. He then put his hand on her forehead and breathed a sigh of relief as the fear in his heart paved way for warmth. He looked at her face. She looked so innocent while sleeping. So...beautiful. And peaceful.
As if on cue, just as he thought that, she frowned. A gust of wind from the open window had blown a stand of hair onto her face. And it was irritating her. He hesistantly but softly brushed it aside, his fingers lingering on her face a while longer than necessary. "I'm sorry Zoya." he whispered, nearly inaudibly. "I'm so sorry! Jo hua-" he choked, but composed himself nd continued, "Magar ek wada hai aapse Ms. Zoya Farooqi, ke aaj ke baad main aap ke upar koi aanch, koi takleef nahi aane doonga. Not till I'm alive. I promise. Bas aap apni haseen muskurahat kabhi mat khoiyega. Kitne dino se dhoond raha hoon uss dil se nikli, sacchi muskurahat ko. Usse duniya thodi zyada khoobsoorat lagti hai, zindagi thodi zyaada aasaan, zyada pyaari lagti hai, Ms.Farooqi.."
He got up and silently made his way to the door. As he turned for one last glance of her peaceful face, he saw he'd forgotten to close the window. Gosh, he was becoming as careless as this girl! So he came back in and closed the door behind him. Since it shut with a little bang, he turned to check on her. What he then saw felt like a miracle.
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Zoya felt him sit beside her sleeping form. She was fervently wishing he could not hear her heart beating- or rather, thumping! Allah Miyan what's wrong with you! Jahapana ke saamne thodi to izzat rakhiye meri! She was trying hard to keep still when she felt a warm hand first near her nose, and then on her forehead. She automatically relaxed at the soft touch. But what bothered her was that he checked her breath. To see if she was alive.
No, she did not misunderstand him, because she had felt the relief in his sigh. What bothered her was that he was still haunted by that incident. A doubt rose in her mind. Just then a strand of her hair flew across her face, tickling and irritating her. She couldn't help but frown. Luckily, before she could make a foolish move of letting him know she was awake, she felt his hand hesitantly but gently brushing it aside. Her heart jumped at the fact that his fingers lingered on her face quite more than necessary. "I'm sorry Zoya." she heard him whisper. Her heart did a full somersault.
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Asad made his way to her bed. Seeing her so still gripped his heart with terror all over again. The first thing he did as he went near her was check her breath. Only after he felt her breathe did he realise he had been holding his breath all the while. He then put his hand on her forehead and breathed a sigh of relief as the fear in his heart paved way for warmth. He looked at her face. She looked so innocent while sleeping. So...beautiful. And peaceful.
As if on cue, just as he thought that, she frowned. A gust of wind from the open window had blown a stand of hair onto her face. And it was irritating her. He hesistantly but softly brushed it aside, his fingers lingering on her face a while longer than necessary. "I'm sorry Zoya." he whispered, nearly inaudibly. "I'm so sorry! Jo hua-" he choked, but composed himself nd continued, "Magar ek wada hai aapse Ms. Zoya Farooqi, ke aaj ke baad main aap ke upar koi aanch, koi takleef nahi aane doonga. Not till I'm alive. I promise. Bas aap apni haseen muskurahat kabhi mat khoiyega. Kitne dino se dhoond raha hoon uss dil se nikli, sacchi muskurahat ko. Usse duniya thodi zyada khoobsoorat lagti hai, zindagi thodi zyaada aasaan, zyada pyaari lagti hai, Ms.Farooqi.."
He got up and silently made his way to the door. As he turned for one last glance of her peaceful face, he saw he'd forgotten to close the window. Gosh, he was becoming as careless as this girl! So he came back in and closed the door behind him. Since it shut with a little bang, he turned to check on her. What he then saw felt like a miracle.
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Zoya felt him sit beside her sleeping form. She was fervently wishing he could not hear her heart beating- or rather, thumping! Allah Miyan what's wrong with you! Jahapana ke saamne thodi to izzat rakhiye meri! She was trying hard to keep still when she felt a warm hand first near her nose, and then on her forehead. She automatically relaxed at the soft touch. But what bothered her was that he checked her breath. To see if she was alive.
No, she did not misunderstand him, because she had felt the relief in his sigh. What bothered her was that he was still haunted by that incident. A doubt rose in her mind. Just then a strand of her hair flew across her face, tickling and irritating her. She couldn't help but frown. Luckily, before she could make a foolish move of letting him know she was awake, she felt his hand hesitantly but gently brushing it aside. Her heart jumped at the fact that his fingers lingered on her face quite more than necessary. "I'm sorry Zoya." she heard him whisper. Her heart did a full somersault.
The speech that followed both burned and soothed her heart. Her doubt was proved true. He was indeed feeling guilty. It wasn't your fault! she wanted to scream at him, but she controlled herself. His sincere promise touched her soul. It was then that she realised how much it meant to her. How much HE meant to her. Why his words hurt her so much, why his smile healed all her wounds. She let herself smile as soon as she heard the door bang shut, unaware of the fact that he was still inside.
She kept her eyes closed, fearing her dream would end if she opened her eyes, unable to believe whatever had transpired between them was real and whispered, "Kitni ajeeb baat hai na Jahapana. Aap meri muskurahat ko dhoond rahe the mujhse door rehkar, bina ye jaane ke vo aapke paas hone par hi mujhse milne aati hai! Ab aapne waada kiya hi hai to aaj main bhi aapse ek waada karti hoon - Aaj se, balki abhi se, main poori koshish karungi humesha khush rehne ki, muskurane ki. Dil se, sacchi wali!" His sweet description made her give a dazzling smile at the end. Then she pulled the covers closer to her and went to sleep, waiting for the sweet Jahapana Six-Pack filled dreams to kick in.
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On the other hand Asad stood rooted to his spot, spell-bound at her confession. She was awake. She didn't react to his coming here and checking on her. Means she had been awake all along. All the nights. And she neither reacted nor resisted. On the contrary, she accepted that her true smile came only in his presence. That he was the reason behind her smile.
She didn't hate him! He didn't ruin her mood! Instead, he made her smile! It felt to good, so light, so amazing to know that! The guilt in his heart dissolved as bliss and hope took over. Did it mean that she too felt what he did? He smiled. Tomorrow was indeed going to be a new day, a new beginning. And for once, he couldn't wait for it.
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