Somewhere I Belong
Haye! Asyan's again... after making you guys cry in Nocturne (OS)... i felt like doing it again this time in a new way. I know you are going to like it... in case you think you won't , please don't bother reading. Here you go with the first part.
Index
Chapter 1 Same Page
Chapter 2 page 2
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Chapter 3 page 4
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Chapter 4 page 6
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Chapter 5 page 9
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Chapter 6 (Last)page 9
Chapter 1
A warm windy evening. A huge opening covered with a carpet of lush green grass, circled by huge pillars spanking under thin beard of raw ivy. Through the gaps between the pillars one could see the extending beauty of the town. The side facing the sea received cool evening breeze. It's almost twilight. A marble fountain in the centre with petite candles and white, yellow and hot pink flowers floating on the still calm water.
One piece of the grassy patch had a beautiful stage set on it, decorated with lush green leaves, fresh flowers, net curtains and fiery lights donned on each side. The rest of the place was full of tables set for the guests.
Two shining arrogant eyes, promising a fully dominating personality, stared at the few stars sparkling in the sky. He is a tall and handsome figure leaning on a column; the breeze against him blew his hair from his forehead. He was lost in some thoughts. His hands rested in his suit's pockets, his black three piece Armani.
He was continuously being distracted by the resonance produced by the tidal waves as the splashed tons of water on the concrete walls ten feet below him.
Someone calls from behind. Her sweet soprano voice pronounces his name,
"Mr. Khan."
An annoyed expression overtakes him as he rolls his eyes, not even bothering to turn around.
Dressed in a candy pink, full length, chiffon peshwas, decked with dainty silver embroidery, her profound bands of hair resting on her shoulders, adorned with delicate jewellery and a 7'' stiletto heel, she stands right next to him.
"Asalam-o-Alikum Mr. Khan." She said with a broad smile and sparkling almond eyes.
"Walikum Asalam Miss Farooqi." He replied without looking at her.
"you really love ignoring me. Hun?" she says steadily still smiling.
"No, i didn't hear you."
"okay okay stop pretending... i know you did... but never mind...i met your mother just now... my my poor lady still desirous of finding a perfect bari bahu... why do you reject every girl?... or wait a minute... i bet they reject you first... i mean look at you, so grave and serious. Whoo in her sane mind would want to wreck her life by marrying you... either ways its your mother who suffers at the end."
She said half talking to herself.
He just rolled his eyes ignoring her blabber.
"Are you done?"
"Of course not... look Mr. Khan i want to help you out... and more than that i want to help Dilshad aunty. You know i think i can find a perfect match for you... but for that i need to analyse you first... ummm ...okay chose one... Heer or Ranjha?"
He glared at her.
"Don't look at me like that, i am your well wisher, just choose one."
Still no answer.
"Come on Mr. Khan. Chooose."
He sighed. "Okay... Ranjha."
"Laila or Majnu?"
He gave her a weird look. "Laila."
"Allah!... Mr. Khan you are in serious trouble."
"i am sorry?" he asked rising an eyebrow.
"You want someone who really loves you... you want to be the beloved one." She answered intelligently.
"How can you say that?"
"oh come on... you see in Punjabi poetry... Heer is considered as the lover and Ranjha as the beloved one, similarly, Laila as the beloved and Majnu as the lover... and you selected Ranjha and Laila, so that my dear makes it all clear."
He looked at her narrowing his eyes.
"You know what Miss Farooqi?... you are very weird."
"Thanks for the compliment... it takes one to know one."
"Anyways, i don't believe any of your philosophies and please i am not interested in your poetry business at all."
"Mr Khan believe it or not love is a weird thing, like you and me, as you said. It engulfs us. When it has to come, it has to come. No brain works then. Its something you can't cure, in the end you have to endure it because no matter how much you run away, it's still there and will always be.
I believe there is a girl out there for you. Whose pain will be your pain, whose happiness will be your happiness, whose smiles will be your smiles and her sorrows will be your sorrows.
She will be like the oxygen in your air, the blood in your veins, the supplement you need to keep healthy. She will be in the wake of your dreams, the reason for your sleepless nights, the drug which won't allow any coffee to minimize it. You will be under a spell. I am telling you."
He stared into her deep eyes. She thought finally he did understand but his next words negated it all.
"Miss Farooqi... do you write fairy tales?... no i bet you live in one."
"O Allah!... Mr. Khan what's wrong with you?
Iss tarha tu koi larki aap se shadi nai kare gi."
"Tu aap kar len."
"mein tu kar lun par... what?"
She said with her lips shaped in a perfect o.
"Per?" he rised an eyebrow, smirking.
"Hopeless Mr. Khan... you are hopeless."
"Well Miss Farooqi... life is full of disappointments."
"You know Mr. Khan... some people think that nothing is impossible in this world... i think they should meet you... because you are impossible."
"Still... i am atleast worth considering... no?"
"Arggg!" she groaned and briskly walked towards the crowd.
Asad smiles to himself. 'why on earth did i ask her that?'
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