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{|AsYa| OS: Afterall, It Was Destiny}
She stood there, looking at her own reflection in the mirror. Adorned in a beautiful turquoise colored lehnga, her hair styled by one of the best hair stylists in Bhopal, wearing the earings her Phuppi had gifted her, she looked beautiful. A few minutes from now and her Phuppi would come inside, to take her to where the function was being held.
Jashn-e-Saugaat, they called it.
Everyone outisde will be looking towards her in awe, some remembering their own days, some hoping this day would soon arive in their lives.
But here she stood, her body almost lacking any strength at all, hoping this day never came in anyone's. Ever.
A lone tear made its way across her face, as she followed its trail with her eyes, through the mirror, until it dissapeared somewhere below her collarbone.
She heard the door creak open and she quickly wiped her tear, putting on a fake smile. She had mastered that talent by now, had she not?
'Zoya?', she heard the sweetest, motherly voice speak. 'You look beautiful, bacha'.
She looked at the smile, the very genuine smile on Dilshaad's face and her heart broke some more. She was exactly the type of mother in law she had always wanted. One who would love her the way her mother would have loved her had she not left her alone in this world.
The door opened once again, and she saw Najma excitedly walking in, looking adorable as usual. She was the perfect sister in law anyone could ever wish for. The bubbly, sweet natured girl, Zoya thought smiling sadly.
'Zo-', Najma began, but paused instantly. Before continuing, she slapped the back of her head, biting her tongue. 'I mean, bhabi, you look so so so beautiful', she exclaimed happily, emphasising on 'bhabi'.
'Thankyou', was all Zoya could muster with a smile, without making the crack in her voice noticeable.
**
She was escorted outisde to the function hall, where everyone looked at her, smiling and whispering to each other, complimenting her.
But she could see nothing else but the man standing a few feets away, wearing a black sherwani, with the collar embedded with turquoise buttons, and a handkerchief neatly plucking out of his chest pocket, matching her lehnga. Her eyes watered, as she saw him stare at her, as if mesmerised. Was it love she could see in those eyes? Why did it warm her heart?
Reality dawned upon her, and she realised they had been sharing an eye-lock. She quickly inverted her gaze, trying her best to make sure the tears didn't fall, for they would upset Dilshaad and Najma who were closely walking by side.
Zoya's body stiffened instantly as Asad sat next to her. She didn't want to be this close to him. It suffocated her. It felt like someome was strangling her. She closed her eyes, trying to keep away her thoughts.
'Allah, tumhari jodi salamat rakhe, beta', an elderly wished affectionately, kissing her forehead.
A tear made its way down her face, and she quickly wiped it. She hoped nobody had seen it.
But when did her hopes ever mattered? Asad noticed her tear long before she could wipe it. Something broke inside him seeing her like this when everyone around her was cheering happily, wishing them. Asad turned to see his mother smiling happily, neatly placing all the gifts, his sister excitedly bragging about her 'beautiful' bhabi to all her friends. His own eyes stinged with tears as he once again looked at the fake smile on Zoya's face.
He wanted to hit himself, hurt himself. He knew he was the only one behind Zoya's tears and he hated himself. He detested himself. He deserved to be unhappy all his life for making this angel cry, he thought cursing himself.
**
Dinner had been served, and everyone started helping themselves with the buffet ordered from one of Bhopal's best restaurants, and best caterers who organised everything.
Asad didn't feel like being with anyone. He wanted to be alone. He felt suffocated inside. He walked towards the terrace adjoined with the hall at the far end, to fill in some fresh air in his lungs. As soon as he reached the terrace, he regreted doing so.
He clenched his jaw in pain as he saw the one woman he loved looking at the sky, her shoulders shaking, indicating she was crying. She had her back facing him, and he could see how the lehnga, covering her petite form, shone more with the moonlight, making her look angelic.
He quietly walked towards her, standing next to her, his hands gripping the railing in a deathly grip in order to control them, as they itched to wipe the tears on her face.
She did not turn her face towards him even once, he noticed. She kept looking at the stars. It was a beautiful starry, moonlit night, he observed. He could see her side profile, she was beautiful.
'Why, Asad?', he heard her say.
'What?', he asked, trying to hide the crack in his voice.
He knew exactly what she meant.
'All this is not real right?', she asked, still not facing him.
He felt a lump in his throat. He badly wanted to tell her it was real. He wanted to make it real. Marry her for real. Make her his for real. But he couldn't.
'Nahi', was his blunt reply.
He heard Zoya laugh sadly, breaking his heart even more.
'Then why does all this look so real, Asad?', she asked, with so much pain in her voice.
His name sounded so right coming from mouth, he thought.
She turned to face him, looking directly into his eyes, her own brimming with fresh tears. Asad just kept looking at her face, unable to say anything.
'We're just pretending, right? Then why does this feel so right?', she asked with a small voice. 'Why does it felt like its meant to be?'
'I don't know what you're saying, Ms. Farooqui', he said, walking away.
But today Zoya's pain over powered everything else. She held his hand, stopping him. She pulled him towards her, so that there was no distance left between their bodies, just enough to maintain their sanity. He noticed the hurt, pain, anger in her eyes.
'When Phuppi and Najma call me Bahu or Bhabi, why does it not feel wrong?', she asked, her voice raising with every word.
'Why does your family make me feel like home?! Why do I feel they are my family? Why can't I imagine my life without them?', she was shouting now.
'Why can't I stand the fact that this all means nothing to you?! Why does it hurt me when you tell me its all fake? Why?!', she cried yelling, hitting Asad on his chest.
The lump refused to go down from Asad's throat, his eyes brimming with tears as she shook him voilently.
'Why can't it be real, Asad? Am I that bad? Why?', she said before breaking down and pushing him away.
All Asad wanted to do was gather her in his arms, and take her away to a place where nothing could hurt her.
'Why can't you say you want this too?! Tell me what I see in your eyes is a lie too!', she yelled.
'WHY CAN'T YOU SAY IT, ASAD AHMED KHAN?! WHY?!', she yelled, on the top of her voice.
'KYUNKE MEIN JANAAB RASHID AHMED KHAN KA BETA HUN!', Asad yelled with equal vigour, his body shaking with the aftermath, while his breathing turned shallow.
Zoya stared at the man standing in front of him. She looked at his distraught face, his red eyes, the tears that fell from them, his body that shook with the intensity. Something in her broke even more. She would never be able to understand this man.
'Because I will hurt you just like that man who sadly is my father hurt my mother!', he screamed, looking at her intensely. 'Because I might break you the way he broke my mother'.
Zoya felt her cheeks burning due the fresh hot tears on them as she heard his outburst.
'Because I might give you pain just like he did to my mother!', he yelled, as tears rolled down his face. 'Because I won't be able to stay away from you if i told you, I LOVE YOU!!'.
Zoya had been looking at the ground, unable to see the man she loved in this distraught state. As soon as she heard his last line, her eyes shot up in time to see him making his way across to where he was standing, towards her, not giving her enough time to process what he had just revealed.
He hugged her with such need, such passion that it warmed Zoya's heart to no ends. Without thinking anymore, she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, brushing her hand on his head, trying to calm him down.
'I love you, Zoya. More than anything', he said, his voice cracking badly, still hugging her as if his life depended on it.
'Shh', Zoya said while pushing him away, only to cup his face with both her hands.
'I love you too, Asad. More than anything', she confessed, looking into his eyes.
Asad knew that very minute whatever he did was right. That this was right. Him, her, them. He held her hands that cupped his face, lovingly. He would make sure he never hurt her. That minute he realised no matter how much he tried, he could not live without Zoya. Now that he had confessed, he felt lighter, much much happier than he had ever been in his life.
'Do you trust your love, Asad?', Zoya asked, wiping his tears with her thumb. 'Do you trust Allah?'
Seeing Asad nod, she continued.
'Then don't worry about me. For the only thing that hurts-', she paused, choking on her tears. '...hurts me, is not being with you!', Zoya finished.
Asad felt so much love for the woman infront of him that he could not help pulling her into another hug, standing under the moonlit, starry sky noone knows for how long, smelling her shampoo, loving the feel of her against him. It brought so much pleasure to him, only he knew. Infact, only they knew.
The people inside the function hall celeberated noisily, oblivious to the couple who had just confessed to each other. It was perfect. A celeberation inside, and a union outside. The wedding was still on, and very much real. Afterall, it was destiny.
A/N:
Okay, here I am with another OS. During my exams. I'm so obsessed! This is how i imagined todays episode. Minus the saugat cuz ain't this saugat enough? đ BTW, Thankyou all for your amazing feedback on my last OS. I'm overwhelmed. This is actually a thankyou OS, dedicated to each and everyone who liked and commented on that OS. I LOVE YOU ALL SO SO MUCH! đ¤ MWAH. Do leave feedback. Makes my day đ¤
P.S Pm's will be sent later, im so sorry. I got an exam i need to study for like NOW NOW NOW. :( :(
P.P.S hope i didnt bore you with such a long one! đ
Lots of love,
Faizaâ¤ď¸
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