OS gallery - In My Heart (AsYa) 21st May - Page 5

It wasn't the first time I had been moving out. My so called latest family was no different from the others I had been send to since 4 years. Same old story, I lived in peace for about a week and then the real fuss started. I was send to them not because they wanted me but because they were the only relatives I had. If the accident that took away my parents weren't enough I was sent to different people to increase my misery. Today was no different I was moving yet again to a different family. Like others even they would consider me as a puppy in the pound. No one till now had the heart to put me out of my misery and no will never.

Lush green hills rolled by outside my window. With a blank expression I looked outside, I had stopped crying from over 3 years now. I didn't care were I was nor would it ever matter to me. My new family was just a couple ...my uncle and aunt with no children, Mr. & Mrs. Farooqui.

But I new I wouldn't be here for long. On reaching I didn't try to put a happy face for them nor will I try to be a good 18 year old girl for them because I knew whatever I do I will always remain the one to get hurt.

I headed to the new university as a first year student, I didn't plan on making new friends and why should I because I never stayed at a place for too long. Months passed by and everyone either feared me or pitied me.

Both were fine, I don't care about what people think about me. To pass my time I had decided to work at the near by cafe. Though I hated every minute of it but this is my only solace were people would just mind there own business and never even spare me a look.

3 months later:

Voice: hi again...

I heard a voice directed to me. Looking up I saw a guy maybe in his early twenties with a coffee in his hands. I didn't recognize him. Giving him a weird expression I turned back to my work thinking he had addressed the wrong girl. Even my ignorance didn't budge him instead his smile widened.

Voice: Don't be like this Zoya

Zo: huh

He laughed, passing me a glimpse of his dimples and sparkling eyes . Looking down I realized I wasn't wearing a tag which had my name. I looked at him curiously.

Zo: Do I know you ? [puzzled]

Voice: I know your name

Ri: oh... You are the double mocha guy [answering my own question]

He smiled really wide, and offered his hand for a handshake. I had seen him everyday since the past 4 months.

Voice: nice to finally speak to you Zoya, I'm Asad...Asad Ahmed Khan

Zo: nice to meet you too [ I replied not interested at all]

Jet black hair which were spiked and gray eyes which had a different sparkle to them. He was tall and well-built, wearing dark blue jeans and white shirt...but who cares

Not knowing what had got into him that he wanted to socialize with me although I gave him no interest. Every minute he had asked me a new question, questions to which I hardly replied, shooting him draggers.

As: ahh, an empty hand. [pointing at my left hand]

Zo: yeah

As: It means you are single [twinkling eyes]

As: have dinner with me

It wasn't a question but rather a statement

Zo: no thanks

As: don't be shy

Zo: To be honest I thought you were gay all this time

As: [laughing] not at all beautiful, not when I have a girl as beautiful as you in front of me

Nothing worked on him and he kept on asking me out, rejecting him more than the times I could count I headed back home after my shift.

Next morning:

I dragged myself to work to find the gray eyed guy sitting on the table near the counter were I worked. Throwing draggers at him when he waved at me proved no good.

He sat in the coffee shop everyday for the next whole week for more than 2 - 3 hours per day. Everyday he came and sat on the same table, giving me a smile and just kept talking not even bothered by the fact that I never answered his questions. A week later he again mustered the courage and asked me out again.

As: Atleast you can take a walk with me, just a friendly one.

Zo: will you shut up and go away if I say yes

As: most likely

Zo: fine then, come.

I was tired and wanted to go home but something inside me forced me to say a yes to him.

As: why are you like this ?

Zo: excuse me

As: yes, I mean you are so cold, I have hardly ever seen you with friends or your family though I know you live with Mr.& Mrs. Farooqui, they are so nice.

Zo: are you stalking me ? [Taking out her pepper spray]

As: no

Zo: Why does it matter to you

As: why are you being so defensive, I was just asking

Giving him a glare, I walked in ahead and sat on the nearest bench I found.

Zo: Whats your problem, cant you find any other 18 year old

This only made him smile and me angry. I wanted to smack him hard and wipe out the smile from his face.

As: why do you always dress like this ? [motioning at my jeans and baggy top]

Zo: because I like it

As: and is this real ? [poiting at my nose ring]

Zo: yes it is

As: didn't it hurt

Zo: look Mr.Did I ever ask you why do you have so many tattoos [Missing Armaan :P] or the fact that did it hurt and then what on earth is your problem. Cant you understand I m not interested.

Saying this I walked out, away from him and his thoughts.

Days went by, but there was no sign of him. I was relieved to have my shift in peace but some part of me wanted to see him, touch him. I had started to feel guilty and regretted the way I behaved with him. This man had unknowingly started to bother me, his eyes the way he talked made me smile. Skipping university became a habit, my smile was long forgotten.

It wasn't until 2 weeks later that my manager gave me a note which had no clue to identify who send it. Walking back to the counter I opened the letter which stated,

"Such a beautiful girl doesn't look good with a sullen face"

From that day onwards though I didn't get to see him, I got his messages everyday which seemed to lift the burden off my heart.

I knew I missed him, so I wrote a letter stating this. I gave this letter to the my manager and asked him to give it to the guy who send me letters everyday.

One think I got to know about him was his name was Asad...meaning Lion . I searched facebook, twitter just to get a glimpse of him but no luck.

I was dying to meet him, my heart ached to feel his presence. I was heartbroken but then came the ray of hope. His letter asking me to be his prom.

Accepting it gladly I went to the place were he called me. I was nervous, the girl who wasn't scared of anyone was today scared of her own feelings. Reaching the place I saw a table for two with scented candles all around.

Zoya...

And then at last I heard him. His voice sounded so pure...so intense. I stood up and looked at him, dressed in a classy tuxedo and red tie he looked breathtaking.

Zo: Asad...I'm so sorry

As: shhh

I was mesmerized by his flawless beauty. Soon his hands cupped my face and his lips captured mine. I stopped breathing and my knees started to give up.

As: I have never seen anything more beautiful than you, a beautiful girl with a pure heart...who is mine and only mine.

As: I love you

These were the 3 words I was dying to hear, I never knew when the tears made there way. I had never cried in years but the man in front of me had this effect on me.

Zo: I love you too

I glanced up the stars, silently thanking god to send him in my life. I no more regretted my life or hated my so called relatives because if they weren't the way they are I would have never met him.

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It had been years to that night, the night were we turned one. Although I can see him, smell him and feel him perfectly in my heart, he is no longer with me.

Asad passed away 3 years ago on the anniversary of that night which changed our lives. He had leukemia, he found out the morning he first talked to me. It was the lack of time that inspired him to reach out for me. He wanted to make a difference, he wanted to mean something to someone. To me he meant the world. He was the first and the last guy I dated, I danced with, the one with whom I shared my first kiss with.

He was the only guy I loved and will always love, all because he was the first guy to display a gentle hand and a tender heart.

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Zoya stopped as the whole hall applauded for her book, which was a hit worldwide.

Blinking back her tears she held the mike again and said.

Zo: this is a story of two people without a happy end because it wasn't suppose to end. Asad was and wil always ne alive in Zoya's heart.

So love like there is no tomorrow...you never know if each day is your very last.

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