The Khan mansion was dressed up beautifully. Already stunning structure shone with lighting outside and candle lights danced to the calming breeze. Dancing flame of the candles combined with the gentle waving of the flowing curtains created a dramatic atmosphere. Slowly, guests started coming for the Jashn-E-Saugad of Asad and Zoya's nikah.
Asad was looking like a greek god in his black sherwani with a lining of royal blue silk collar. And a matching rumal folded in a floral shape adorned his sherwani's pocket (I have no clue what this dress is called or what the rumal should be addressed as). Soon the quietness of the Khan mansion started to fade away as the guests were welcomed with salaams, offering of food and drinks. Najma was busy moving around and making sure everything was in place. Asad was amazed how well trained his little sister is in domestic duties. Dilshaad was beaming with pride. Every time a guest congratulated her on Asad's nikah, she smiled from ear to ear and that smile went up to her eyes every single time. If there was heaven, it was right in front of her, she thought. Soon, it was time for the bride to be brought in front of the guests. When an elderly lady asked Dilshaad to start the rasm (rituals), she nodded and told Najma to accompany her to get Zoya. Few other girls went with her who were curious to see Asad's dulhan.
When Dilshaad and other girls reached Zoya's room and knocked on the door, Zoya, who was completely dressed and ready, opened the door. She looked breathtakingly beautiful. Dilshaad was so pleased and she hugged Zoya silently thanking Allah for sending this lifeline to her house and life. Zoya was Dilshaad's hope, pride and joy for her son. Dilshaad quickly kissed Zoya's forehead and said "MA, masha allah Zoya. Kitni khoobsurat ho tum. Kisiki nazar na lage meri Zoya ko" followed by the moving of her hands to remove all the bad nazar from zoya.
"Tum ready ho Zoya? Chalen?" asked Dilshaad to which, Zoya nodded. She was nervous. She had never been so nervous in her life before. She thought "Ya Allah, mein yeh kya kar rahi hoon? Mr.Khan ne toh boldiya hain ki yeh sab nakli hain. Mein kya karoon? Mujhe yeh jhooti rasmen nahin karni. Meri madad karo Allah Miyan, please help me and give me strength." With this prayer, she started walking between Dilshaad and Najma.
When they reached the hall where the ceremony was going to take place, the room which was buzzing with noises of people talking to each other suddenly became quiet. Everyone's focus turned towards the bride. Asad, who was talking to a distant relative, suddenly became aware of the silence. His gaze turned towards the group of ladies walking towards the room. His breath stopped for a second. In the middle of all the ladies was Zoya, looking so ethereal and out of the world that he swallowed hard. His eyes became misty, with admiration, pride and love. Yes, he loved her. He knew it for a long time and the same love was making it hard for him to accept her. He did not want to hurt her like his abbu hurt his ammi. How he wished he didn't have the genes of Janaab Rashid Ahmed Khan. His life would've been so simple and beautiful. Most of all, he could've had the love of his life ' his Zoya. Shaking his mind, he looked away as if looking at her will melt him and his love would be obvious to everyone around him - just like the numerous candles melting giving away the light around the room.
But, whom was he kidding? He couldn't resist looking at her again and again. When their eyes did meet, there were many questions in those beautiful kohl lined eyes. It was like Zoya was asking him '"What are you doing Mr.Khan? I know you care about your Ammi, but is it the only reason you are going through all these or something else is the reason?" and then there was one more question that he could read ' "You have made me a pawn in this drama Mr.Khan. Is it because I am not worth anything and you don't care about how I feel? Answer me Mr.Khan. I deserve an answer." He had no answers for any of them. He was grateful to Zoya for playing along with his nakli nikah. He sighed.
Dilshaad made Zoya sit in the chair meant for the bride. Soon, Asad was made to sit on the chair next to Zoya. He sat a little uncomfortably next to her. He wanted to turn towards her and look at her one more time, but he resisted. God knows how he could do it though. Soon, ladies started coming and blessing Zoya and Asad with gifts. It was finally the time for Dilshaad to give her to be daughter'in-law the gifts. When Dilshaad opened the gifts that showed golden bangles, necklace, anklets and lot of other boxes wrapped neatly, Zoya couldn't take it anymore. Her tears started flowing down her cheeks and without knowing what to do, she hugged Dilshaad. Dilshaad kissed Zoya's forehead and wiped her tears. Asad, who was watching all this couldn't understand what was happening in Zoya's mind. "Why is she crying? She should be happy that she got so many gifts and she was bugging me to get her a gift. This girl is going to drive me crazy" but his mind snorted back at him "Why do you care? If she cries, that is a drama too. You are worrying about her as if you really care for her" his mind probably could go on, but guests had started leaving and it was necessary to see them off with a proper good bye.
When the final guest had left, he turned to see if he can find Zoya, but she was gone. There was no one in the hall except his Ammi. When Dilshaad spotted a box that was neatly gift wrapped, she exclaimed "Ya allah, Najma left this one here itself" and she picked it up and gave it to Asad saying "Asad, this is one of the gifts for Zoya. This has the dress I got her to wear to mazaar tomorrow. Please give it to her right now. Will you?"
"I will give it to her in the morning Ammi, she must have gone to bed." Asad said not intending to have another encounter with Zoya. He knew she is going to argue with him about the gift. "But beta, we are going to the mazaar early in the morning, she needs to get ready so please give it to her. I am really tired and want to go to bed now, OK asad?" saying that she left for her room.
"Alright, let's get this over with" thought Asad walking towards Zoya's room. He knocked on the door calling "Ms.Farooqui". There was no answer. After trying to knock for 3 times, he gently pushed the door and what he saw in the room stunned him.
(no gutter imagination please - I am incapable of writing such things😛)
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