Part 2
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Sun Raha hai: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F-c338yYDiM (I am in love with this song right now...I am not even sure it goes well with the part but I wrote the part while listening to this song on repeat.)
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A strange warmth enveloped Zoya. Shaadi with Mr. Khan. She could not describe it...this warmth inside her but it was there making her feel all sorts of alien things. She was happy she realized, but why when that man never told her he loves her. Why did she want to marry a man who probably loves her but can never say it? But she knew she could not say no. She just couldn't. She knew how he felt because she saw it in his eyes everytime he looked at her. She felt it too. But could she live with the hope that he might someday tell her he loves her. Could she live without those words, without knowing? She didn't know why those words were so important to her but they were. She couldn't say it to him first because what if he didn't say it back? She knew she would break if she said it and he didn't. Her fears and insecurities would never let her tell him.
She did not understand what to do. To marry or not to marry. As she was pacing in her room, a knock on her door brought her out of her confused thoughts.
"Zoya beta, can I talk to you?" phuphi said.
"I am sorry Zoya. I didn't even ask you I you wanted to marry my Asad. It's not that I do not care about you. In fact, I did this because I do care about you. I know exactly what is going on in both of your hearts, but you just wont say it."
"Phuphi you don't have to apologize. I would never think you would do anything to harm me." Zoya said with a small smile on her face. Phuphi was the mother she always wanted, and she trusted her completely.
"You will marry him though right Zoya. You did not say anything outside, but I need to know that you agree."
"Wohhh Phuphi main. Mera matlab (Ummm phuphi I. I mean...)," words stuck in her throat. Phuphi was asking her the question she had been trying to answer for the good part of the afternoon and evening.
"Beta, if you are worried that you won't be happy with him then don't. He could never hurt you. He will always do his best to make you happy, to see you smile. I promise you that."
"It's not that phuphi. I just don't know. This is such an important decision."
She wanted this more than she had wanted anything else in her life. To have him as her husband...to have the right to hold him, to want him, to be with him. To be his wife...her eyes lit up as if it was 4thof july. She wanted that so much, but what if it wasn't the dream she envisioned. What if he didn't want her? Afterall she is not the kind of wife he wanted. She was modern, western, while he was traditional. What if he can't accept her for who she is?
"Phuphi we are so different, him and I."
"Zoya, shaadi alag alag log hi karte hai (Zoya marriage happens between different people). Two people of different natures complete each other Zoya. You will fill the void, the happiness has been missing in his life with your beautiful smile that. And he will be the shoulder to lean on that you have always wanted. He will be your protector, your family."
"Please Zoya, say yes. Just trust me, everything will be fine."
Zoya gave in then because she could not fight with her own desires. Her fears, insecurities would still remain but hopefully as she would spend more time with Mr. Khan they would abate.
Zoya nodded then. A big smile appeared on phupphi's face.
"Good now let me give you this." Phupphi took her bangles out and put them on Zoya, "my mother gave me these bangles and I always thought I would give them to my daughter in law. Anyways, get ready tomorrow because you and Asad are getting engaged again. The first time, none of us were there and so this time, I want to be there. Don't worry it will just be us 4."
Phupphi left with that and Zoya could only stare at her fate...at the bangles on her wrists.
The next day Asad got dressed for his engagement...this time his real engagement. No pretenses this time, nothing to hide behind. He came downstairs and waited for the rest of them as per ammi's orders. He still did not know if what he was doing was right, but over the night he had resided himself since they were ammi's orders. His ammi wanted his and he could not deny her anything. And yes he partly wanted this too, but he had decided he would keep his distance from Zoya so that he would not hurt her. He had promised himself that he would do everything in his power to not hurt her and for that he would have to keep some distance from her.
Just then Zoya walked down the stairs with ammi and najma on sides and everything he had been thinking was forgotten. Angel...she was an angel. And she was his angel. She was adorned with a beautiful red saree.
She walked towards him as if his dream come true. Someone tapped his shoulders and said, "bhaijan you can watch Zoya for the rest of your life, but right now put this ring on your future wife."
Najma. He had not realized he had been staring for quite so while, so lost he was.
He took the ring from Najma and looked into her beautiful eyes. A man could drown in them, so deep they were. No not any man...only he had the right to drown in them. Without conscious thought, he got down on one knee. He couldn't seem to help himself. How could he not fall on his knees in front of her. He grabbed her hand and brought it towards him slowly. Then he placed the ring on her ring finger and kissed her hand and got back up on his feet.
The tingles shot up from her hand, into her arm and spread all over. The warmth in her hand was palpable. She could not believe he had got down on his knees and that he had kissed her hand. She had never had such an intense reaction to someone's touch...someone's kiss.
Zoya slowly reached out for Asad's hand with both of hers, wanting to feel his warmth...wanting to never let go of the feeling. Then she slowly placed the ring on his ring finger as she looked into his eyes. So intense they were that she could not look away. So much they were saying to her.
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Later that night, Zoya and Asad both couldn't help but stare at the rings that had bound them to each other forever.
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Do you like? Like/Comment and let me know.
Still don't know if I will turn this into an FF, but I do wish to write more of this. I am actually having a lot of fun writing this story, in fact I am so riled up that I want to write a part 3 right now but I should probably go to sleep.
Btw, I am going to need a new title if I turn this into an SS/FF. His feelings just wont work since an SS/FF will have both Asad and Zoya's POV. The best thing I came up with is A strange Wedding, but I don't like this. So any suggestions?
Edited by ---Nisha--- - 12 years ago
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