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Hello friends,
Due to my overwhelming attraction towards Asad and Zoya, I wanted to try and write my own fantasies into fan fictions. I am a big fan of some of the wonderful writers and reviewers out here. I bet my skills aren't up to their mark but still wanted to try. Please feel free to say if you do not like it. I will be very happy to know your thoughts. Please comment.
The following is the first part. The first and second parts were posted quite sometime back. The third part is added now. The index is provided at the end of part 1.
****************************Part 1****************************
Cold wind blew her hair carefree. Her skin that was always warm and soft felt numb and taut because of the constant blow it got of the cool breeze. She folded her arms and hugged her body close. It didn't help and her mind raced back to those times when she felt his warmth against her body when he encircled her body with his strong and secure arms. She wished she could get that hug one more time. She could feel her body defying her mind and would go to any extent to get that one moment back. Her eyes moistended. "Where are you, Mr. Khan, and why do you haunt me like this?" She could hear her inner voice.
What is wrong with me? Why do I care so much? How does it matter what I feel for him? Does he even know that I think of him all the time or does he even care about it? Anger welled up. Instead of feeling better she realized that she wanted to cry. Loud and long. She cannot do that to herself. Doesn't she love herself enough to torture herself like this?
The hustle-bustle around her stopped her self-pitying mind, a trait that she really hates. She chided herself that she must stop doing this for her own good and brushed the thoughts aside forcefully and came back to reality. People were scurrying to get into the metro rail. She moved swiftly too. She has to get back to her apartment in Dwarka and there is an important call that she must take in another hour. She cannot afford to be late as the customer is very important. Her manager did remind her of the call many times before she left the office.
The train was packed as always. This is the reason she hates starting late from office. Unfortunately today there was a customer-facing issue that tampered her daily routine. Sigh. Part of life. She shrugged her shoulders and managed to get inside the train. To keep her mind busy she forcefully tried to observe the immediate world around her.
People. Delhi people. Soon after the marriage fiasco, a dreadfully deadly and painful affair, ended leaving a bitter taste in many involved minds and sour relationships, she came out into the world against her appi and Jiju's will to make her own life. She wanted to work and make a career and life of her own. She made them and herself realize that the end of marriage was not the end of her life. Just a beginning of a new phase of her life. She sort of started liking her present life. Six long months have helped her look at life with hope again. A life without Asad. The thought gave her a fresh pang as always. She blinked her tears away.
She remembered how appi forced her to go back to NY with her to make a career. She could not go with appi and she wanted to stay in India. She moved to Delhi after getting a good job offer that interested her. She long realized that she belonged here in India and her home and heart is here. The thought brought back Asad in her eyes. Vision of Asad putting the engagement ring with so much of love in his eyes flashed in her eyes. She wanted to trap that image right there and does not want to see anything more. She closed her eyes to trap the image. She does not know how long she stood that way. There was a lot of commotion around her and people sounded anxious around her, suddenly the atmosphere seemed to have changed around her, but she did not want to open her eyes and lose what she arrested within her eyelids. Somebody was telling her to move. She stood grounded with her left arm holding the bar above for support and the right hand holding her favorite ipad to her heart. Her body swayed as people suddenly were in hurry to move around her, pushing her one side or the other. One old man was so irritated that he was shouting as he passed her saying that she found the train to day-dream. Nothing made an impact on her. Then, there was a sudden jolt. She almost felt like she was uprooted and thrown a few feet forward. That sudden jerk brought her back to reality. Her head hit on something hard. OUCH! A sudden pain shot up her head and a few people were falling heavily on her losing their balance. All these were happening so suddenly that she was not in a position understand or act upon. All she realized was she was falling because many others were falling on her. The thought gave her a shock as she realized that that would break her bones.
But there was no time to act to handle the situation. She let things happen with her by closing her eyes tight. There, she readied herself to the thought that she was going to fall on people before her and get totally injured. "Yes, there I go, one, two, three, four, .." She kept counting and the fall seemed forever but she did not fall yet, instead she was suddenly yanked away from the falling weight and suddenly was secured against a hard warmth of flesh. A warmth, a scent, and a strength that is so much of hers. It is of her man, her life! This can't be true. Am I dreaming? Is it because it was a long day at work? Oh, I just have to have a shower at my cosy apartment and plop on the bed for a deserving sleep. Yes. I really need it. To snap her senses back to normal, she pulled herself together and told herself, "Enough is enough, Mr. Khan. You cannot have your way. I cannot let you run my life and senses. Just get out of my mind?." Saying that a little loud to admonish herself, she flicked her eyes open to see who she actually was achored onto. The person better know that he has been holding me for a long time now, and be told that it is time he let her go. With slight anger she looked up sharply give a curt "Thank you! and subtle glare. But time froze there. WHat was that? Her body and eyes froze at what she saw. "Mr. Khan...," she heard herself whisper. Asad was looking down deep into her eyes with concern and asked, "Are you okay, Zoy... Ms. Farooqui"?
****************************End of Part 1****************************
Sorry about the typos friends. I just got drifted away while I was having a break, thus the OS. ASYA effect :-)
Hope you all like it.
Part 2 - on page 2
Part 3 - on page 3
Due to my overwhelming attraction towards Asad and Zoya, I wanted to try and write my own fantasies into fan fictions. I am a big fan of some of the wonderful writers and reviewers out here. I bet my skills aren't up to their mark but still wanted to try. Please feel free to say if you do not like it. I will be very happy to know your thoughts. Please comment.
The following is the first part. The first and second parts were posted quite sometime back. The third part is added now. The index is provided at the end of part 1.
****************************Part 1****************************
Cold wind blew her hair carefree. Her skin that was always warm and soft felt numb and taut because of the constant blow it got of the cool breeze. She folded her arms and hugged her body close. It didn't help and her mind raced back to those times when she felt his warmth against her body when he encircled her body with his strong and secure arms. She wished she could get that hug one more time. She could feel her body defying her mind and would go to any extent to get that one moment back. Her eyes moistended. "Where are you, Mr. Khan, and why do you haunt me like this?" She could hear her inner voice.
What is wrong with me? Why do I care so much? How does it matter what I feel for him? Does he even know that I think of him all the time or does he even care about it? Anger welled up. Instead of feeling better she realized that she wanted to cry. Loud and long. She cannot do that to herself. Doesn't she love herself enough to torture herself like this?
The hustle-bustle around her stopped her self-pitying mind, a trait that she really hates. She chided herself that she must stop doing this for her own good and brushed the thoughts aside forcefully and came back to reality. People were scurrying to get into the metro rail. She moved swiftly too. She has to get back to her apartment in Dwarka and there is an important call that she must take in another hour. She cannot afford to be late as the customer is very important. Her manager did remind her of the call many times before she left the office.
The train was packed as always. This is the reason she hates starting late from office. Unfortunately today there was a customer-facing issue that tampered her daily routine. Sigh. Part of life. She shrugged her shoulders and managed to get inside the train. To keep her mind busy she forcefully tried to observe the immediate world around her.
People. Delhi people. Soon after the marriage fiasco, a dreadfully deadly and painful affair, ended leaving a bitter taste in many involved minds and sour relationships, she came out into the world against her appi and Jiju's will to make her own life. She wanted to work and make a career and life of her own. She made them and herself realize that the end of marriage was not the end of her life. Just a beginning of a new phase of her life. She sort of started liking her present life. Six long months have helped her look at life with hope again. A life without Asad. The thought gave her a fresh pang as always. She blinked her tears away.
She remembered how appi forced her to go back to NY with her to make a career. She could not go with appi and she wanted to stay in India. She moved to Delhi after getting a good job offer that interested her. She long realized that she belonged here in India and her home and heart is here. The thought brought back Asad in her eyes. Vision of Asad putting the engagement ring with so much of love in his eyes flashed in her eyes. She wanted to trap that image right there and does not want to see anything more. She closed her eyes to trap the image. She does not know how long she stood that way. There was a lot of commotion around her and people sounded anxious around her, suddenly the atmosphere seemed to have changed around her, but she did not want to open her eyes and lose what she arrested within her eyelids. Somebody was telling her to move. She stood grounded with her left arm holding the bar above for support and the right hand holding her favorite ipad to her heart. Her body swayed as people suddenly were in hurry to move around her, pushing her one side or the other. One old man was so irritated that he was shouting as he passed her saying that she found the train to day-dream. Nothing made an impact on her. Then, there was a sudden jolt. She almost felt like she was uprooted and thrown a few feet forward. That sudden jerk brought her back to reality. Her head hit on something hard. OUCH! A sudden pain shot up her head and a few people were falling heavily on her losing their balance. All these were happening so suddenly that she was not in a position understand or act upon. All she realized was she was falling because many others were falling on her. The thought gave her a shock as she realized that that would break her bones.
But there was no time to act to handle the situation. She let things happen with her by closing her eyes tight. There, she readied herself to the thought that she was going to fall on people before her and get totally injured. "Yes, there I go, one, two, three, four, .." She kept counting and the fall seemed forever but she did not fall yet, instead she was suddenly yanked away from the falling weight and suddenly was secured against a hard warmth of flesh. A warmth, a scent, and a strength that is so much of hers. It is of her man, her life! This can't be true. Am I dreaming? Is it because it was a long day at work? Oh, I just have to have a shower at my cosy apartment and plop on the bed for a deserving sleep. Yes. I really need it. To snap her senses back to normal, she pulled herself together and told herself, "Enough is enough, Mr. Khan. You cannot have your way. I cannot let you run my life and senses. Just get out of my mind?." Saying that a little loud to admonish herself, she flicked her eyes open to see who she actually was achored onto. The person better know that he has been holding me for a long time now, and be told that it is time he let her go. With slight anger she looked up sharply give a curt "Thank you! and subtle glare. But time froze there. WHat was that? Her body and eyes froze at what she saw. "Mr. Khan...," she heard herself whisper. Asad was looking down deep into her eyes with concern and asked, "Are you okay, Zoy... Ms. Farooqui"?
****************************End of Part 1****************************
Sorry about the typos friends. I just got drifted away while I was having a break, thus the OS. ASYA effect :-)
Hope you all like it.
Part 2 - on page 2
Part 3 - on page 3
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