AsYa SS: You're a perfect fit.. Updt Pg. 26 (30/4) - Page 16

Heylo lovely people.. Me is back.. 😃😉

Oh okay, I get it.. I apologise for having left my baby hanging like that..

But honestly, couldn't get myself to write anymore.. Writer's block, u see.. 🤢

And besides, the real confession was soo beautiful and out of the world, that I didn't know if I could do half as much justice to it..

But anyway, here's the last installment.. I apologise in advance, it may not be upto the mark and I haven't even proof-read it.. Been really pressed for time..

And finally.. A biiig 'Thank you-wala' hug to each one of you who's read, liked and commented on this one so far.. Really appreciate it dearies.. 🤗

And hence I rest my case.. 😉

PART 3

Zoya sat still on the floor, with her lips curved in a perfect O and eyes wider than ever.. Her breath came out uneven as she reflected upon what he had just spoken..

Her Jahapanah Six Packs had just confessed his love to her in the most unique way, which was yetso typically him.. She closed her eyes and rested her head against the cold wall, reminiscing those moments..

Zoya hadn't intended for any of this to happen when she had first stepped into their house.. She'd probably thought, she would live with them for a month or two and then head out to look for accommodation elsewhere, convincing her Aapi and Jeeju..

However, the occupants of the house had welcomed her with open arms and pleasing smiles that melted her resolve right away..

As days and months passed by, she only grew more fond of them.. Dilshad was the loving and caring mother, she never had.. Zoya had found a best buddy and partner in crime in Najma, who was more of a little sister; Her Tomato..

She had been terribly heart-broken upon learning of Rashid's betrayal and the aftermath.. Unknown to her, she yearned to take away their frowns and sorrows and tried making an effort to light up their faces with smiles.. And then, the mere thought of leaving them, one fine day distressed her immensely..

She was absolutely clueless as to why it felt as if she would leave behind a part of her heart.. Were these strangers such an integral part of her life that she dreaded parting from them? One look around the room and she knew the answer to all her questions..

The tall, handsome man with a perpetual crease on his forehead was the sole reason for all her heartache..

Zoya had bumped into Asad Ahmed Khan, nearly thrice before finally having found a way into his house.. Initially, it had baffled her that amongst the thousand families in the city, she had ended up in HIS house..

And well, he hadn't welcomed her with drum rolls either.. She was sure, he was putting up with her just for the sake of her Jeeju's relationship with his mother..

And Zoya wasn't impressed by him either.. To her, he seemed to be a gentleman, who really loved his family and was fiercely protective about them..

Yet, when it came to the outer world, he coiled back into a shell, pretending to be emotionally challenged.. And besides the fact that he judged her by her clothes and 'New York-ish' upbringing miffed her initially..

They were both different as chalk and cheese.. Asad was a strict disciplinarian, while Zoya considered breaking rules as her birthright..

He was reserved and a man of few words, while she could talk to lifeless objects for hours, without even realizing it.. While Asad had an OCD for cleanliness, Zoya couldn't care less about it..

He loved it coffee, black and bitter, while she preferred hers with sugar; sweet and light, true to her persona..

Yet, amongst all these difference of opinions and despite their drastically different personalities, circumstances and fate had often join hands to bind them in an unspoken, unnamed relationship..

They weren't friends, yet they stood beside each other in times of distress.. They weren't soulmates (or so they believed), yet no one understood them better than the other.. They weren't confidantes, yet they ended up sharing their deepest secrets and fears with each other..

It had taken Zoya, a few days less than Asad to realise the gravity of what she felt for him.. It was much more than respect for the most righteous man, she had ever come across..

A lot more than sympathy for the vulnerable man, she had witnessed a few times and a lot more than admiration for the person who stood by her, unconditionally through tough times.. One who was her savior, her strength and now, the love of her life..

He had hurt her immeasurably each time with ruthless and acerbic words.. Yet strange as it may sound to her own self, he was the only one who could soothe her pain..

She smiled through her tears and it was only then that she realised that she'd been crying all while reliving the journey she had taken to be where she was at the moment..

She looked at the open door and a warm, crimson blush crept up her cheeks..

Her emotionally challenged Akdu Ahmed Khan had just confessed his feelings to her.. She grinned widely remembering his words and her heart swelled with pride recollecting his description of her..

So, this is what he really thinks of me.. And the smile was replaced with a frown, the next moment.. Why put up pretence then?!

She rubbed her temples and shook her head dramatically..

Mr. Khan ko samajhna mushkil hi nahi impossible hai!

Now that she knew he loved and cared for her, she wasn't going anywhere.. This was her home ; her family and she was elated the prospect of never having to leave them..

Just then, a bell rang in her ears dousing her dreams and hopes with gallons of chilled water.. But he hasn't asked me out, yet? She stomped her foot; Complicated Man!

Another couple of minutes of silence and she sprang to her feet, folding her sleeves. Her doe-shaped eyes twinkled with mischief while her super-fast brain was processing the next plan of action..

She marched towards the door with a wicked grin..

Not so easy, Mr. Jahapanah.. You have to go down on your knees..

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Asad had been pacing the length of his room, nervously for quite some time now..

His foot accidentally hit the floor lamp and he held it in place before it went crashing down on the floor..

His eyes darted off the door, even as he spoke to himself..

Pata nahi, kya soch rahi hongi.. I hope uss pagal ladki ko kuch samajh aaya ho..

Just then he heard footsteps approaching his room and knew it could only be her.. He sprinted towards his bed and sat down with a book pretending to be engrossed in it with his gaze oscillating between the door and the upside-down book in his hand..

Zoya, as always marched straight into his room, not bothering to knock..

Asad shook his head and stood up, crossing his arms across his chest.. His heart had started running a marathon already, anticipating her reactions..

Struggling to keep his emotions in check, he put up a straight face and looked at her, "Miss Farooqui, aap mein manners hain ya nahi? Raat ke teen baje, aap kissi ke kamre mein bina knock kiye kaise aa sakti hain?"

Zoya's eyes narrowed at his trademark line and she rolled her eyes, closing the distance between them..

She pointed a finger at him,

"Look Mr. Khan.. Manners aap mujhe na hi sikhayein toh behtar hai.. Main toh sirf kamre mein aayi hoon.. Lekin aap toh mere bed par chadh gaye the.. Aur.."

His lowered eyes and a small smile playing at the corner of his lips alerted her and she looked away, blushing..

Both snapped out of their thoughts and she marched towards him, while he took a step backwards,

"Woh sab kya tha? Aap aise kyun hai, Mr. Khan?"

Asad looked at her confused face and wondered what had gone wrong,

"Aisa? Matlab, kaisa hoon main, exactly?"

Zoya rolled her eyes at him and stepped forward.. The back of his knee hit the bed post and landed on the bed.. Zoya leaned onto him and poked a finger at his nose, "Aise.. Confused.. Complicated.. Emotionally Challenged!"

Asad stood up, facing her with a raised brow,

"Yeh aap keh rahi hain? Aapse zyada confused ladki maine aaj tak nahi dekhi hai..

Ek pal ko toh aapki aankhon mein mujhe sab kuch saaf saaf nazar aata hai, lekin agle hi pal aap par paagalpan chha jaata hai.. You drive me crazy, Zoya.."

Zoya had opened her mouth to give it back to him, when his next words froze her.. She blinked her eyes a few times, letting his words sink in..

Asad realised it was no use putting up pretense now..

He had already done his bit by confessing his feelings to her.. A part of him assured him that she wouldn't leave him, now or ever.. But considering Miss Farooqui's past track record, he needed her to admit it, herself..

Zoya looked into his eyes.. His softened gaze held hers and she loosened up a bit.. She knew, it was high time she faced her true feelings.. And besides there was no reason to back out of it now..

But did she really deserve him? And the family? There were loving people but had their own share of baggage to deal with.. Would it be right on her part to impose herself upon them?

He saw her turn around and walk to the window, overlooking the garden and followed her..

She sensed his presence behind him and sighed, preparing herself for the moment..

It was only when he heard her muffled sobs that he realised she was crying..

Asad held her by her shoulders and made her face him.. She flicked her tears away quickly and looked away, "Mr. Khan, mujhe aapse kuch kehna hai.."

He nodded, not moving his eyes from her and made her sit on the recliner, settling beside her..

Zoya turned to look at him and wetted her throat, gathering her voice,

"Mr. Khan, aap toh mere past ke baare mein sab kuch jaante hain na?"

He looked at her with eyes dripping with concern and nodded..

She sniffed yet again,

"Mujhe meri Ammi theek se yaad tak nahi hai.. Aur Abbu, pata nahi kahin hain.. Jabse hosh sambhala hai,Aapi aur Jeeju hi mere parents jaise hain.. Wahi meri family hain.."

Asad wished to wipe her tears and wrap her in a comforting hug, yet he was eager to know what it was that she wanted him to know..

Zoya moved her damp hair away,

"Phir main yahan aayi.. Aap sab se mili.. Phupi, Najma aur.. aapke saath itne din rahi and believe me, yeh din main kabhi nahi bhuloongi.."

Asad's breath hitched in his throat, upon realizing where this was headed to..

Without a second thought, he held her elbow and made her face him,

"Matlab? Saaf saaf kahiye.."

Tears fell from her cheek and he winced at the sight of them,

"You were probably right.. I am a misfit..

I don't belong here, Asad.."

He balled his fist and closed his eyes remembering how he had uttered the same words once.. He nodded his head furiously to which she responded with a smile that was laced with pain..

She cleared her throat,

"I'm scarred.. Uss fire incident ne meri Ammi ko mujhse cheen liya aur mujhe kuch aise zakhm diye, toh shayad kabhi nahi bhar payenge.."

Asad softened his hold on her arm and waited for her to speak, still not prepared to let go of her..

Zoya rubbed her palms together on her face and turned to him,

"Main aaj bhi chain se so nahi paati.. Ammi ki cheekhein mujhe sone nahi deti.. Those nightmares haunt me every other night.. Aur.."

Tears welled up in his eyes at the sight of a broken Zoya.. Never had he imagined that the girl hid so much behind her dimpled smiles.. He felt her free her elbow and what he saw next made his eyes widen with shock..

She had folded her sleeves to reveal her scarred flesh.. He closed his eyes and a drop of tear fell on her skin..

Zoya looked at him for a moment and then turned away..

"Mujhe aazad kar dijiye, please.. I can't go like this.. I won't be able to leave knowing ki.."

The next instant, a sharp tug at her fingers brought her crashing straight onto him.. Asad held her by her shoulders and looked into her moist eyes,

"Knowing that, I love you!"

Zoya's shoulders slumped in defeat and hot tears rolled out onto her cheeks..

He realised her turmoil and drew her closer, resting her head on his shoulders and wrapped his arms around her..

If heaven existed, hers was right here..

A strange relief washed over her and she let go of all her insecurities and inhibitions momentarily.. She closed her eyes and snuggled into him, drawing courage and warmth from his embrace..

They stood still, not moving a muscle on their own for as long as they could.. Asad felt dampness on his shoulder and slowly parted from her..

He led her to the bed, made her sit and knelt in front of her, taking her palm in his..

Zoya looked up through red, teary eyes when his touch urged her to..

Asad wiped the remnants of tears and cupped her face,

"You know, mere liye tum iss duniya ki sabse khoobsurat ladki ho.."

She sobbed harder and he nodded in negative,

"Uss din jab maine aapko pehli baar mazhar mein dekha tha, ussi waqt aapki khoobsurati aur dard bhari aankhon ne mere dil mein jagah bana li thi.."

Zoya looked at him, suddenly recollecting the incident he was referring to and looked at him a little longer before looking away..

He resumed speaking, "Mujhe aapke past se ya phir aapki parvarish se koi fark nahi padta, Zoya. It's your heart that matters.. And to me, you own the purest heart ever!"

Asad tugged at her fingers, "I am scarred too Zoya.. Bass mere zakhm nazar nahi aate.. But you know, I've started healing.. You have healed me.. Won't you allow me to do the same?"

Another trail of tears followed and Asad sat beside her cradling her head on his shoulder,

"Main aapki zindagi se purane zakhm mitane ka daava nahi karunga. Lekin haan aapse vaada zaroor karta hoon, ki dheere dheere, aapke saare zakhm door karne ki koshish zaroor karoonga.. Please trust me.."

She couldn't hold her tears any longer and turned towards him, wrapping an arm around his neck, holding on to him lest she fell into the dark shadows that had threatened to engulf her until today..

Asad held her still, patting her hair and coaxing her to stop crying.. He felt her sobs subside and separated from her, wiping her damp forehead with a hand towel,

"Ab aur aansoo nahi, Miss Faaroqui.."

Zoya smiled and realised her worst fears had been done away with.. It was only a matter of time that she would be freed from the clutches of her nightmares and insecurities.. She knew he would fulfil his promise one day..

She shook her thoughts away and decided to keep them wrapped up in a tiny corner of her heart.. There were more important things to deal with..

Asad saw her throw her hair back and knew she had made up her mind.. She looked at him with unadulterated love and respect evident, for the man she had come to love and the one who loved her back..

She slid her palm into his startling him,

"Mr. Khan, jaaiye.. Aap bhi kya yaad rakhenge.. Diya aapko ek mauka.. Go make the most of it.."

Asad's eyes widened with surprise at her words and a dimpled smile lit up his face.. Aha.. She still won't say it..

But on second thoughts, he didn't need to hear those words to assure him. His heart knew, she had always loved him.. And now, she trusted him.

He turned to her and walked her to his wardrobe.. She saw him search for something and the next instant he was down on one knee in front of her..

The filmy and melodramatic Zoya had never imagined even in her craziest thoughts that a day would come when her Jahapanah would propose to her in the conventional way..

A soft tug at her fingers and she snapped out..

Asad, clearly overwhelmed by the sequence of events managed to gather his voice back and looked at her,

"Miss Zoya Farooqui, kya aap mujhse nikaah karengi?"

Zoya chuckled amidst tears and nodded her head furiously.. Asad slipped the ring into her finger and kissed it softly,

"Toh aajse aap iss Akdu Jahapanah ki Mallika hongi, qubool hai?"

Zoya blushed and flashed a dimpled smile at him, "Qubool hai.."

And before they could both speak up, two pairs of loud clapping noises startled them.. Najma sprinted into the room and wrapped her arms around a blushing and shocked Zoya, shrieking with joy..

Asad saw tears dripping down his mother's eyes and hugged her.

Dilshad pecked his forehead and walked up to an smiley Zoya and patted her hair, "Sagai mubarak ho, Zoya.."

She blushed and hugged the woman she had come to love as her own mother while the other two joined them, engulfing the women in a bear hug..

Asad poked Zoya in her arm, held her gaze and quickly whispered into her ears,

"See, you're not a misfit.. You're a perfect fit!"

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Whoa!! Bring on the jootis, tamatars and cheesecakes! 😉😃

Hope it wasn't too bad! 😕

And.. And.. Just so you know, I intend to write a One-Shot in the near future.. Hoping to see most of you there as well.. 😉😃

Until then.. Take care.. And lots of love..

PM's later in the evening..

❤️

Avantika..

[THIS IS A MEMBERS ONLY POST]

*Edited*

First of all yay...you completed this, been waiting and waiting and waiting...😆🥳

I know I have been very dramatic today, but couldn't help it.😉

Okay, so you want cheesecake do you? Imagine on coming your way, and be sure to duck before it hits your face...(Joking)

Seriously behna, this was the most wonderful take on this most wonderful couple. It was so Asad and Zoya, and again I could picture the whole scene and their expressions in each of their interactions with one another.

I loved the confession and of course the way she revealed her scar and his reaction I hope that this is exactly how it happens in the show, or atleast something close to it.

I especially loved that you brought in Najma and Dilshaad at the end to join them in the celebration and as Asad said, Zoya is perfect fit.😉

Needless to say I loved your Zoya and Asad and yeah I am waiting for the next one. Do give us one soon, I am looking forward to it.

Thanks for the PM.😉

Beautiful, almost brought me to tears. Wonderful writing :)

speechless!!!!!!!!😳😳 ur an amazing writer n d ending was sooo beautiful

Hey ..."Miss Farooqui, aap mein manners hain ya nahi? Raat ke teen baje, aap kissi ke kamre mein bina knock kiye kaise aa sakti hain? "

AvniDi...

wow awesome please do continue soon thanks for the pm😊