Okay I have no idea why I put that title for my OS. So FYI, there are no Airplanes here. :P
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Zoya looked around the place that she was in. A swarm of people were surrounding her with bright smiles and elegant get-ups. Apparently they had all gathered here to celebrate her happiness. Apparently.
Why on earth would she be happy when she had the life of a miser? True that it was her birthday today. But she wasn't happy. Not in the least. Why? Simple. It was her mother's death anniversary today. The mother she could never ever locate, the mother who had left her the day she had dared to enter this world of lies and deceit. She felt horrible. Even horrible was an understatement!
Very few people knew about her birthday also being her mother's death anniversary. The only person who knew this fact was her husband, Asad Ahmed Khan, who like every other day was late. His business was important he always said. Sure! Even when your wife needs to be emotionally sorted! Zoya mumbled to herself.
She looked at her in-laws who welcomed the guests with warm smiles. She was only doing this for their sake. Asad was their only child who handling his father's business and also being a pro at ignoring his wife! She always wondered, what had she seen in him when they'd met for the first time as a part of the arrange marriage thing? He seemed so gentle and chivalrous. Well, he was gentle and chivalrous. Just not enough to treat a woman, specially his wife, with love. He knew all about respect and chivalry, but nothing about love and care. It hurt.
She looked at the huge antique clock that hung in their living room and gasped. It was 10 pm. Nearly all the guests had left after having dinner and her favorite Blueberry cake. But there was no sign of him and she wasn't surprised. It was usual. Expected.
As Dilshad and Rashid escorted the last guest outside, they exchanged nervous glances looking in her direction. They had specifically asked Asad to be there at least today. It was his wife's first birthday after their wedding after all! But he had not turned up even then. They pitied their daughter-in-law and wished that Allah would knock some sense in to the head of their thick-skulled son!
"Zoya beta.." Dilshad called out to her whilst running her hand over her head as she sat with her head down.
"Ji Ammi?" Zoya looked up almost instantly.
"Tum Asad ko lekar pareshan ho na?" Dilshad asked.
"Nahin Ammi. Asad..ummm..kyun?" Zoya fumbled.
"Zoya hum samajhte hain beta. Asad jaisa shauhar pakar koi ladki khush nahi reh sakti. Humne shayad tumhari zindagi kharab kar di." Rashid said with an ashamed tone.
"Nahin Abbu! Please aise mat kahiye. Main Asad ke saath bohot khush hoon." Zoya fought back the tears and ran back to their room.
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Asad stood at the entrance and over-heard the conversation. The bouquet of flowers abandoned his fingers and fell on the floor as he heard his father speak low of him. Well that was him. He had always thought that surprise birthdays, special days were just pass. Nothing was important about them. Just another day. But he had gone out of his way today and brought her flowers just because it was her birthday. And guess what he hears right at the door? His parents speaking low of him. Perfect.
He saw Zoya run back to her room. It saddened him, no doubt. Because until she came along, feelings of care, happiness, hope and love were unknown to him. She was like a breath of fresh air in his monotonous life. He wasn't sure whether he loved her yet. It was just 8 months that they were married, an arranged marriage. But he was sure that she was slowly making her way in to his heart.
Asad was never good with emotions or voicing his feelings. He would cry buckets when he would be sad and smile genuinely if he would be extremely happy. He was unpredictable and unforeseen. But then again, he was changing. Changing for her.
He saw his parents look at him with anger and irritation. He would stand and fight back about why he was late but he was more eager to sort out the differences between his wife and him before her birthday ended at midnight. So he picked up the bouquet from the floor and headed for his room. Leaving his parents alone.
*****
Asad took a deep breath and entered their room. He saw his wife bundled in one corner behind the table lamp and she had her head buried in her lap while clutching her knees together with her arms. She was crying.
"Zoya?" He whispered softly as she looked up and wiped her eyes dry.
"Aap? Umm..main khaana.."
She turned to leave but he caught her arm and stopped her.
"We need to talk." He said seriously.
Zoya turned around to look at him with weary eyes. She didn't know what to expect from him. She didn't know what he was going to say that would hurt her anymore than it already was! Because in his anger, he was capable of saying the worst of things to anyone. The only bad habit he had as he was the only son of a rich man.
"What is it?" She asked him unsure of whether she even wanted to hear him.
Asad inhaled a deep breath. It was time for him to say those three words. Something he thought he would never say. But now he had no option, he couldn't let it build up inside him anymore. He won't be able to handle it later.
"We should separate."
*****
Okay I see the joota's and chappal's coming! :P Chill people, this thing has two parts! So Imma complete this later! :D No guarantee for a happy ending though, you never know! (:
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