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Umm, hello guys. I'm sure most of you here don't know me that well. 😳
Anyway, the thing is that I've written an OS... obviously on this super-awesome couple called AsYa. ❤️
It's not a long one, pretty short. :P
It's a first attempt and is probably going to be sucking-ish. 😆
I hope it pleases some of you. 😳
So... Happy reading! 😃
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Under the twinkling stars, the green grass sparkling, and the chill winds blowing across her silky hair.
She pushed away the strand of hair that came across her eye, and took a deep sigh.
Zoya's days of sadness were over. She solved the mystery of her dead mother, and her unknown father.
The instant thought of it would scare her out of her wits. She had to move on.
Her father was Ayaan's maamujaan. Her father was married when he met her mother. They met, built a relationship, and she was their product.
All she knew was that her mother was brutally murdered by her father's second wife. She had no interest in knowing how and when it happened.
She hated her father now, just like Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan did.
Zoya didn't want to fall into an emotional trap and remain closed her entire life. She decided to move on.
She looked at the stars in the sky.
"Thank you Lord, for guiding me and helping me all the way. I will be thankful to you forever.All I know now, is that my mother was a wonderful woman. And she could never, ever do bad to someone. I'll atleast carry on my life peacefully without the burden of finding out who was my father, and why my mother died"
Asad stood behind her, and admired her innocent charm. No matter how much she rebelled against him, fought with him and argued with him, there was that little corner of his heart that died for her. That care and affectionwhich made him worry for her, which made him love her.
Zoya wiped off the tear that rolled down her pink cheek and took a deep breath and enjoyed the beautiful night.
"I don't know how I am going to go back to New York. These few months which I spent here, have completely changed my life. I met such good people, who actually never knew who I was but accepted me readily as a part of their family. I also fell in..."
"Fell in what?" said a curious Asad approaching the bench.
"...Mr.Khan? What're you doing here right now? I mean, you sleep by now right?"
She pressed her fingers and bit her lips hoping he wouldn't question her about what she said.
"I just saw you here, so I thought I could give you some company" he said, making himself comfortable on the bench.
"How sweet, you've changed Mr.Khan" she said and winked at him.
"Yeah, it's all your influence."
After a long pause, Asad hesitantly asked her,
"Are you really going back soon?"
She looked at him, not knowing what to say. But her answer, for sure, was not a yes.
Zoya didn't want to go. She wanted to spend the rest of her life, here, in India.
She found a new home. She found family. And most importantly, she found love.
Both of them quietly looked at the bright stars shining in the sky.
"Mr.Khan?"
"Hmm?"
"I'm alone. I have no family. You have Phuppi and Najma. When I return to New York, I'm going to be a loner."
Tears rolled down her eyes.
Asad couldn't tolerate seeing her in so much pain. After the Mangalpur incident his concern for her increased by a gazzilion notches.
He slowly moved his hand towards her and held it tight.
She looked at him. A ray of hope appeared on her face.
Zoya wanted his affection, she wanted his care, and she wanted his love.
"I promise you, you'll never shed a tear in your entire life. I'll give you all the happiness. Everything that'll keep
a smile on your pretty face. And you'll never ever remember your past again. I'll be the moon in your dark sky. Your happiness, is my responsibility, Zoya"
He called her by her name. She wanted to collapse out of shock. The very sound of her name from his mouth would make her feel overwhelmed.
Zoya's heart started beating like a cheetah was chasing her.
She looked down at her slightly- shaking feet.
"But, why are you promising me?"
He tightened the grip on her hand, and moved towards her ear.
She closed her eyes to the growing closeness between them.
Asad pushed aside her hair, and whispered,
"Because I love you"
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I'm dying for reviews. 😳
Anyway, the thing is that I've written an OS... obviously on this super-awesome couple called AsYa. ❤️
It's not a long one, pretty short. :P
It's a first attempt and is probably going to be sucking-ish. 😆
I hope it pleases some of you. 😳
So... Happy reading! 😃
----------------------
Under the twinkling stars, the green grass sparkling, and the chill winds blowing across her silky hair.
She pushed away the strand of hair that came across her eye, and took a deep sigh.
Zoya's days of sadness were over. She solved the mystery of her dead mother, and her unknown father.
The instant thought of it would scare her out of her wits. She had to move on.
Her father was Ayaan's maamujaan. Her father was married when he met her mother. They met, built a relationship, and she was their product.
All she knew was that her mother was brutally murdered by her father's second wife. She had no interest in knowing how and when it happened.
She hated her father now, just like Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan did.
Zoya didn't want to fall into an emotional trap and remain closed her entire life. She decided to move on.
She looked at the stars in the sky.
"Thank you Lord, for guiding me and helping me all the way. I will be thankful to you forever.All I know now, is that my mother was a wonderful woman. And she could never, ever do bad to someone. I'll atleast carry on my life peacefully without the burden of finding out who was my father, and why my mother died"
Asad stood behind her, and admired her innocent charm. No matter how much she rebelled against him, fought with him and argued with him, there was that little corner of his heart that died for her. That care and affectionwhich made him worry for her, which made him love her.
Zoya wiped off the tear that rolled down her pink cheek and took a deep breath and enjoyed the beautiful night.
"I don't know how I am going to go back to New York. These few months which I spent here, have completely changed my life. I met such good people, who actually never knew who I was but accepted me readily as a part of their family. I also fell in..."
"Fell in what?" said a curious Asad approaching the bench.
"...Mr.Khan? What're you doing here right now? I mean, you sleep by now right?"
She pressed her fingers and bit her lips hoping he wouldn't question her about what she said.
"I just saw you here, so I thought I could give you some company" he said, making himself comfortable on the bench.
"How sweet, you've changed Mr.Khan" she said and winked at him.
"Yeah, it's all your influence."
After a long pause, Asad hesitantly asked her,
"Are you really going back soon?"
She looked at him, not knowing what to say. But her answer, for sure, was not a yes.
Zoya didn't want to go. She wanted to spend the rest of her life, here, in India.
She found a new home. She found family. And most importantly, she found love.
Both of them quietly looked at the bright stars shining in the sky.
"Mr.Khan?"
"Hmm?"
"I'm alone. I have no family. You have Phuppi and Najma. When I return to New York, I'm going to be a loner."
Tears rolled down her eyes.
Asad couldn't tolerate seeing her in so much pain. After the Mangalpur incident his concern for her increased by a gazzilion notches.
He slowly moved his hand towards her and held it tight.
She looked at him. A ray of hope appeared on her face.
Zoya wanted his affection, she wanted his care, and she wanted his love.
"I promise you, you'll never shed a tear in your entire life. I'll give you all the happiness. Everything that'll keep
a smile on your pretty face. And you'll never ever remember your past again. I'll be the moon in your dark sky. Your happiness, is my responsibility, Zoya"
He called her by her name. She wanted to collapse out of shock. The very sound of her name from his mouth would make her feel overwhelmed.
Zoya's heart started beating like a cheetah was chasing her.
She looked down at her slightly- shaking feet.
"But, why are you promising me?"
He tightened the grip on her hand, and moved towards her ear.
She closed her eyes to the growing closeness between them.
Asad pushed aside her hair, and whispered,
"Because I love you"
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