My first attempt to any writing. this setting was in my mind before watching qubool hai but after becomint an addict to qubool hai and Asya i wanted to give it one try. hope yu like it even if you dont criticism and constructive criticism is more than wellcome.
Nocturne
A huge hall fully lit with lights. An elegant chandelier hanging in the centre enhancing the beauty of the place. A fountain just beneath the chandelier blossoming with fairy lights, shell lamps and red and white rose petals, floating on the pool around the fountain, the decorations were a combination of red and white. A yards width red carpet directed towards a fully decorated stage where the groom and bride were seated. The hall was full of voices as the people laughed and chatted.
I was trying hard to pull myself out of my nervousness of seeing him, facing him...
Suddenly everything paused, a gush of wind blew and the curly strands of my hair started teasing on my face. I gasped "oh no!"
My eyes met his rather involuntary. Those same dark eyes, i could remember my entire life, drinking the sight in front of him. I gazed into them trying to absorb the intensity. My pulse rate ran wild. I could feel heat waves radiating from him.
"oh fish radiations" I muttered under my breath.
My friend standing beside me raised an eye brow as she faced me with a questioning look on her face before she finally tagged... "Are you okay Zoya?"
"ah I'm fine... I'll be back in a while..." and I began pacing towards the main entrance...
I released my breath as soon as I was out, trying to calm myself.
I felt better now...
It was drizzling outside; the tiny raindrops soothed my existence, talking away the heat, making me feel more comfortable.
I started walking aimlessly in the garden...
At the far side where I stood there was hardly any one there...
It felt heavenly. Suddenly my five inch stiletto heel got stuck in the mud and i lost my balance, landing into a muddy puddle, I couldn't stop but yell
"oh damn it mannn..."
I pulled myself straight. My clothes were a complete mess. My dress, my shoes, everything was ruined. My whole day's preparation was banished within seconds. I sighed and started rubbing the mud off my clothes.
I smiled when the aroma of the memories from the past started refreshing my present...
FLASHBACKS:-
When it comes to monsoon the city becomes a dirty puddle but that could never prevent me from my morning walk. Soon after the dawn I was jogging on the pavement besides the road, safe from the pool of dirty water that flowed on the road besides me, making it look like a stream.
Through the ear plugs I thought I heard someone calling my name but I let it go thinking that maybe it was just in my mind. I dint stop t look around to see whether it was someone or not. And besides who would be mad enough to come out at this time of the morning and that too in this season. I was wrong. Soon i felt someone behind me. I went a little slow and in no time he was beside me...
I stopped...
"hi!" he said trying to catch his breath.
I gasped and then managed to smile...
"Asad... you?"
"Yeah me... why are you so surprised?"
I just realised that I was staring at him... i looked away and thought of something to say... but nothing clicked as happens when you're in desperate need of words...
"Um I... Nah not surprised... What made you come out at this time?... and that too for a walk? Besides you aren't an early riser... are you?" I showered a dozen questions on him.
He started walking before he could reply... I followed trying to match his pace...
"oh yeah! 'People Change'... and I do that quite often... besides what a pleasant weather it is... you just don't have any idea how much I love and enjoy this weather... you don't know the thrill it gives me... "
Just then a speeding car dashed besides us, splashing buckets of dirty water on us...
We both stood still... I turned towards him... and teased him...
"the thrill... right!"
And started laughing. I couldn't just stop laughing and soon I heard him join me, laughing a little embarrassed.
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I shook my head smiling when I felt a hand on my shoulder...
I turned around and my cheeks flushed red, my heart started racing... I could hear my heart beats aloud... maybe he could too...
Although it was dark but the dim lights coming from inside made his features visible. I could clearly feel his intense gaze... his face calm and content. He slid his hands smoothly down in mine. He took my hands in his and knelt down without releasing his gaze...
I was flustered but then my heart began to flutter like it would jump out of my chest any moment due to immense pleasure...
Is he really going to...
I left my chain of thoughts incomplete for the moment to fill it. This was the moment I had waited so long for. I was never going to forget it. Never. He placed a gentle kiss on my hand...
My eyes momentarily welled up with tears. I had to blink to clear my vision. I could not blur his image... this is what i had been waiting for an eternity...
I could just stand there staring... convincing myself that it was real... it had to be...
"Zoyaa!" I heard my fried call my name from a distance.
It brought me back to my senses... he vanished... " oh no it was all in my mind" I thought to myself rather disappointed.
My friend came running towards me, very panicked, tears pouring down her face. My blood ran cold and i could sense an alarm. Something was wrong. My heart skipped beats and I waited for the blast...
Then she finally exploded dynamite on my existence...
"Zoya... oh Zoya... oh no Zoya..." she was panting badly. Breathing heavily and could hardly manage to speak in that condition.
"Zoya... the groom's brother... he died in an accident while coming here... ZZoya ... Asad... Asad... hes no more..."
She was saying something else too but I couldn't hear anymore.
My existence blew into a million pieces... it was all dark then... what happened after that I don't remember... maybe I don't want to...
I was still alive but there was no 'Life'.
He was so right in framing...
"Life is a comedy for those who think and a tragedy for those who feel."
Quotation by Horce Walpole.
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