AsYa FF ~ Mere Jazbaat ~ T#1 ~ Link to T#2 Page 1! - Page 33

I'm... in love? Just minutes after the realization, Asad had walked into his room.

Dilshad told him he needed to think. She knew he had finally accepted his feelings. He always knew they were there, but never knew what to name them, nor did he want to make the attempt. He was still afraid of the implications. But she told him that just for today, just for these few precious moments, he should relish in the feeling. The knowledge that he felt so deeply for someone. The knowledge that one person could change not only your person, but your outlook on life by simply being a part of it, because you allow them to. And even when you don't allow them to, because its a change for the better.

"Don't think about her leaving, or how you feel you hurt her," insisted Dilshad. "Don't think about any of it. Bask in this feeling. The feeling of someone's importance in your life consuming you completely." She smiled and place her hands on his cheeks. She kissed his forehead, reminded him of the glass of water sitting on the coffee table, and went upstairs to her room.

Dilshad stopped midway on the staircase. She gazed at her son, and smiled a small smile to herself.Ya Allah, mere Asad ko iss khoobsurat ehsaas ko sahi tarike se mehsoos karne dije ga. Usse sikhaiye, ki mohabaat kitni paak aur nek chis hai, she prayed.

Asad took a seat on his bed and lay back, with his feet still on the floor. He ran his hand through his ebony locks, trying to understand what he had learned not too long ago.

So this is what being in love feels like? Yes, said his heart. For yet another inkling, his mind had taken a break from interfering. I... I love her...?

He rewound all the images that had flashed before his eyes in the living room. The first time he saw her, Mashallah was she beautiful. She looked ethereal, godly, angelic, exquisite, timeless and a myriad of other such things. That day he had asked Allah for one thing. That whoever this girl was, whatever her conundrum, that she be able to solve it, and that tears never touch her cheeks again. He had prayed for her. For a stranger. For a mirage that lasted less than a minute. He didn't know why then, but he knew now that it was because Allah had sent him a sign. A sign that a ray of sunshine would come waltzing into his life. A ray of sunshine by the name of Zoya. He was being given the gift of life. Quite literally.

She taught him how to smile, to laugh, to let go of his insecurities, even if for a split second. She became his strength, his pillar when he was too broken to even take care of his small family. She was selfless despite being brought up with out the guidance of a mother or the love of a father. She gave so much that he wondered if she ever got tired of it. No, I'm sure she doesn't, he thought to himself, a smile spreading over his lips.

Allah miyan! Whats wrong with you, Mr. Khan? Oh Really? Woh, kya actually! Well issi baat pe, ek shayar aarz hai. Shurkria, shukria shukria...

Her once irritating voice, danced to it's own unique rhythm within his thoughts like a perfectly composed symphony. Harmonious, soothing, warm...

She had brought light and music into their small and quiet home. He even saw his Ammi smile and laugh more since her arrival than in the last 17 years. He winced at the memory. No, Asad. Ammi ne kaha tha. Woh sab choro. Sirf aaj ke liye.

She had even brought him and his brother together. Without thinking twice she moved heaven and earth to see others happy. To see his Ammi happy. To see Tamatar happy and independent in college. And... him.

The man who had been haunted by the shadow of his father's mistake. The man who was afraid to let anyone new come close to him. The man who was afraid of causing others pain. The man who had condemned himself to a colorless life of solitude and angst. Zoya had slowly brought this same man out of his carefully constructed fortress of ice. If she can be so selfless, so pure, so... her. Can I? Can I be as good for her as she has been for me? Do I have the capacity?

His heart reminded him again of his reactions. His reactions to those moments. Those moments... when he thought he'd lost her. Agar aapko kuch ho jaata, I would've gone crazy! His heart had always known his feelings for her. But his head always rationalized with him. That she was too pure. That he'd hurt her like his father hurt his ammi. And because of that he had pushed her away, convincing himself that she was not well cultured, irresponsible, selfish, a misfit and a musibat to his family. Well, musibat magnet to hai, he thought, another smile creeping up his lips.

Again those horrifying instances from Mangalpur manifested themselves before his eyes. He had longed to hear her breathe, to hear her fight with him. He longed for her to get up with indignation at his sudden proximity to her and fall back into his arms, where she belonged.

Yash ne bhi yeh baat dekh li thi. Aur Aarti ne bhi. Two strangers, who had met them but for a day, were able to understand their feelings instantly. My feelings, he mentally corrected himself. Who are you kidding? screamed his heart. She cares for you too! Why would she have done all this for you, if she didn't? Any other girl would've watched you agonize over the fact that you can't see Ayaan. Not even Tanuu did anything for you. Only Zoya. Sirf aur sirf Zoya.

Asad smiled. A full, corner to corner, dimpled smile, showing all his teeth. I'm in love. I love her. I love Ms. Farooqui. No. I love... Zoya. I love you, Zoya Farooqui.

Precap: Zoya in New York, but gets a surprise... any guesses? =P

Alsooo in the next few chapters I'm gonna be including Tanveer... mostly as a silent character.. but I feel like it'll add depth to the story :) but in my version she won't be an evil meow cat 😆