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According to me, God has created three beautiful beings...You, me & love..❤️
Five steps to love
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part 1 : scroll down..
part 2 : https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/75081767
Part 3 : 84024273
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Part 1
Asad woke up with a groan. He had a bad night, preparing a presentation for his company. Such a dedicated boss he was. He was having a bad time, no not because of work load. Because of his sister and his mother who literally threaten him to get married.
Honestly, its Eid! can't they give it a rest?
"Mom! please... " he whined after breakfast, amused to find a set of photographs of beautiful young ladies by his table.
" Asad please!" his mom chorused, "its my only wish for Eid. Its not that I want you to marry now. I want you to pursue someone. Najma ka nikhah pakki hogayi.. aur ek mera bada beta!"
He looked around and saw his Najma giving him pleading looks.
"Don't know mom, koi meri type ki ladki kaha mil sakti hai! I don't think I can love, "
His mom pleaded, "teri bachpan ki dost, Jia.. ek baar jaake milo na.. "
He sighed. This time he had no option, he needed to meet this girl.
The next day, it was Eid. His mom had left a note for him, asking him to take help from Zoya, his not so close friend and mehmaan. The two girls were best friends, it seemed. They never lost contact even when Zoya moved to the US. Jia would be arriving by the weekend and he apparantly needed to get some tips from Zoya. Oh yeah duniya gol gol ghumti hai! But hey, this would be a great oppurtunity to get zoya off his mind. He could now think of Jia, who valued muslim traditions even after living in US.
He made his way to zoya's room which was as messy as ever. Cursing his bad luck, he caller her.
"come in.. " said a voice.
"Woh actually, mom said that .. " Asad began awkwardly.
"I know Mr. Khan. Don't be shy. phuphi talked to me about that. But why should I help you ? Look Mr. Khan.. I can't ruin my friends' life.."
"Excuse me!" Asad was taken aback, "aapka matlab..?"
"well, mera matlab ye hai Mr. Khan, you're a boring insaan! and my friend won't live with a man like you.." zoya concluded, " and you won't even respect women's opinions or views. You always find fault with them.."
"enough Miss Farukhi! I knew, I shouldn't have come to you.. If it wasn't for ammi, I'd have.. darn it!"
With that Asad walked off.
~
The next day Asad got all dressed up, they were to leave for a darga. He was hurrying down the corridor when he spotted her. Zoya was clad in a purple blue salwar, beautiful ear rings were dangling from her ears and Asad was glued to the floor, mesmerized by that sight. He saw that she was trying to adjust her dupatta which was badly tangled in her hair.
"oh allah mia! Mujhe ghoongat pehenna try nahi karna chahiye tha.. oh Najma.. phuphi! help me please.." zoya tried walking but only crashed into a wall.
With out thinking Asad reached there, his fingers wrapping themselves around hers as he slowly pulled her hand back. He used his own later and got rid of the dupatta.
She thanked him, noting for the first time that he was inches away. She tried to move. It was then her dupatta got somehow attached to his cuff link. Stupid salwar! Allah miya kaise pehente hai log!
As she tried to untangle her dupatta, Asad kept watching her. She could feel his intense gaze and suddenly she was lost in her memories. How he cried, how he hugged her and kissed her forehead when she opened her eyes after mangalpur's tragedy and how he offered his arm to sleep and her cheeks turned pink. May be she din't hate him at all, why did she always think she did? and then what was this feeling?
Asad reached up to tuck her hair, placing it securely behind her ear. Their eyes met and zoya was the one to back away after a few seconds. She couldn't look into those eyes, that show so many different emotions at different times. This Asad was different from the one who argued with her when she tried to apply the turmeric paste. She moved away from him and Asad's trance was broken.
"Thanks.. ," she mumbled. Asad wanted to run away from the spot.
"umm.. aap bahut - " get a grip Asad, "achi lagrahi hai!"
Zoya looked up and Asad cursed himself, "but you should be more careful... " he added.
His eyes were back to normal, cold emotionless like always, "you shouldn't try doing what you're not familiar with.. "
Looks like akdoo Asad is back again! Zoya blinked and stormed off. Asad Ahmed Khan was raving mad, she concluded.
~
That evening after dinner, upon phuphi's request, zoya decided to help Asad. She didn't want Jia to get married to Asad, but why? Did she care so much about Jia or is it her newly discovered feelings coming in way?
"no.. I don't feel anything for him!" She assured herself.
She went straight to Asad's room. Asad was banging his head on the wall.
"what's wrong with you Asad!? why were you acting all lovey dovey? why did you find her beautiful.. and why do you care for her! why thinking of Mangalpur incident sends chills down your spine? she's no body.. she's a misfit in your family! concentrate on Jia! mom say's she's perfect.." Asad was internally chiding himself.
"Mr. Khan..?" Zoya entered his room as his door was slightly ajar, "can I have an appointment with you tomorrow plz? "
Asad was confused, but let her on.
"woh.. phupi wanted me to help you.. I know you dont want me to interfere. But I'm doing this for bhopi..I wanna be myself! And I'll help you know her better. I'm sure you will like Jia.. just five little steps. Five little meetings before Jia arrives here.."
Asad was crestfallen, ammi... he didn't need a love guru to teach him how to behave with Jia. Allah mia.. bachao!
~fin~
next part :
asya meet at a pizza corner to discuss step one to love : know her habits.
~~
alright! dat was part one.. hope u guys liked it. fee free 2 post ur comments. I was bored and decided to roll out another Story on my most fav couple asya.. story starts right after yesterday's epi. jus assume najma's nikhah has been finalized..
so hmm is it good or bad? lemme know.. thanks for reading😳
Five steps to love
: : Index : :
part 1 : scroll down..
part 2 : https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/75081767
Part 3 : 84024273
*******************************************
Part 1
Asad woke up with a groan. He had a bad night, preparing a presentation for his company. Such a dedicated boss he was. He was having a bad time, no not because of work load. Because of his sister and his mother who literally threaten him to get married.
Honestly, its Eid! can't they give it a rest?
"Mom! please... " he whined after breakfast, amused to find a set of photographs of beautiful young ladies by his table.
" Asad please!" his mom chorused, "its my only wish for Eid. Its not that I want you to marry now. I want you to pursue someone. Najma ka nikhah pakki hogayi.. aur ek mera bada beta!"
He looked around and saw his Najma giving him pleading looks.
"Don't know mom, koi meri type ki ladki kaha mil sakti hai! I don't think I can love, "
His mom pleaded, "teri bachpan ki dost, Jia.. ek baar jaake milo na.. "
He sighed. This time he had no option, he needed to meet this girl.
The next day, it was Eid. His mom had left a note for him, asking him to take help from Zoya, his not so close friend and mehmaan. The two girls were best friends, it seemed. They never lost contact even when Zoya moved to the US. Jia would be arriving by the weekend and he apparantly needed to get some tips from Zoya. Oh yeah duniya gol gol ghumti hai! But hey, this would be a great oppurtunity to get zoya off his mind. He could now think of Jia, who valued muslim traditions even after living in US.
He made his way to zoya's room which was as messy as ever. Cursing his bad luck, he caller her.
"come in.. " said a voice.
"Woh actually, mom said that .. " Asad began awkwardly.
"I know Mr. Khan. Don't be shy. phuphi talked to me about that. But why should I help you ? Look Mr. Khan.. I can't ruin my friends' life.."
"Excuse me!" Asad was taken aback, "aapka matlab..?"
"well, mera matlab ye hai Mr. Khan, you're a boring insaan! and my friend won't live with a man like you.." zoya concluded, " and you won't even respect women's opinions or views. You always find fault with them.."
"enough Miss Farukhi! I knew, I shouldn't have come to you.. If it wasn't for ammi, I'd have.. darn it!"
With that Asad walked off.
~
The next day Asad got all dressed up, they were to leave for a darga. He was hurrying down the corridor when he spotted her. Zoya was clad in a purple blue salwar, beautiful ear rings were dangling from her ears and Asad was glued to the floor, mesmerized by that sight. He saw that she was trying to adjust her dupatta which was badly tangled in her hair.
"oh allah mia! Mujhe ghoongat pehenna try nahi karna chahiye tha.. oh Najma.. phuphi! help me please.." zoya tried walking but only crashed into a wall.
With out thinking Asad reached there, his fingers wrapping themselves around hers as he slowly pulled her hand back. He used his own later and got rid of the dupatta.
She thanked him, noting for the first time that he was inches away. She tried to move. It was then her dupatta got somehow attached to his cuff link. Stupid salwar! Allah miya kaise pehente hai log!
As she tried to untangle her dupatta, Asad kept watching her. She could feel his intense gaze and suddenly she was lost in her memories. How he cried, how he hugged her and kissed her forehead when she opened her eyes after mangalpur's tragedy and how he offered his arm to sleep and her cheeks turned pink. May be she din't hate him at all, why did she always think she did? and then what was this feeling?
Asad reached up to tuck her hair, placing it securely behind her ear. Their eyes met and zoya was the one to back away after a few seconds. She couldn't look into those eyes, that show so many different emotions at different times. This Asad was different from the one who argued with her when she tried to apply the turmeric paste. She moved away from him and Asad's trance was broken.
"Thanks.. ," she mumbled. Asad wanted to run away from the spot.
"umm.. aap bahut - " get a grip Asad, "achi lagrahi hai!"
Zoya looked up and Asad cursed himself, "but you should be more careful... " he added.
His eyes were back to normal, cold emotionless like always, "you shouldn't try doing what you're not familiar with.. "
Looks like akdoo Asad is back again! Zoya blinked and stormed off. Asad Ahmed Khan was raving mad, she concluded.
~
That evening after dinner, upon phuphi's request, zoya decided to help Asad. She didn't want Jia to get married to Asad, but why? Did she care so much about Jia or is it her newly discovered feelings coming in way?
"no.. I don't feel anything for him!" She assured herself.
She went straight to Asad's room. Asad was banging his head on the wall.
"what's wrong with you Asad!? why were you acting all lovey dovey? why did you find her beautiful.. and why do you care for her! why thinking of Mangalpur incident sends chills down your spine? she's no body.. she's a misfit in your family! concentrate on Jia! mom say's she's perfect.." Asad was internally chiding himself.
"Mr. Khan..?" Zoya entered his room as his door was slightly ajar, "can I have an appointment with you tomorrow plz? "
Asad was confused, but let her on.
"woh.. phupi wanted me to help you.. I know you dont want me to interfere. But I'm doing this for bhopi..I wanna be myself! And I'll help you know her better. I'm sure you will like Jia.. just five little steps. Five little meetings before Jia arrives here.."
Asad was crestfallen, ammi... he didn't need a love guru to teach him how to behave with Jia. Allah mia.. bachao!
~fin~
next part :
asya meet at a pizza corner to discuss step one to love : know her habits.
~~
alright! dat was part one.. hope u guys liked it. fee free 2 post ur comments. I was bored and decided to roll out another Story on my most fav couple asya.. story starts right after yesterday's epi. jus assume najma's nikhah has been finalized..
so hmm is it good or bad? lemme know.. thanks for reading😳
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