First of all, sorry guys for keeping you waiting so long and secondly thank you sooo sooo much for all your wonderful comments! I love and appreciate every single one of them and I apologize for not having replied to all of them individually this time as I finally got a summer job and things have been kinda busy for me. Well finally here's the last chapter. I would like to specially dedicate it to Teddyy and Mochug whose comments always inspired me to write and to Mahima whose reminders kept me on task! And last but not the least, to Payal, whom I love for too many reasons to list! 😳 Okay, here's the last chapter.
(My laptop is acting very wierd and if the formatting looks all messed up, its probabaly because of it! 😡)
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AsYa SS: Asad Ahmed Khan's Bachelor Party
Chapter 5
Baimaan dil bada baimaan
Tere liye shaitan
Meri na ek mana...
The music was blaring and the party was in full swing, yet the nightclub was void of everyone except two people. Zoya stood in the middle of the dance floor happily dancing her heart out as Asad just stared at her with a smile on his face.
Dil jeete ya main jeetun
Dekhungi dekhega tu
Lo dil se sharat lag gayi
Noticing him smiling, her own smile widened and Zoya walked towards him purposefully until she had cornered him against a counter. She traced her finger from his temple, down his cheekbone and jawline. Seeing the look on Zoya's face, the smile wiped off Asad's face and he shifted uncomfortably in order to get her hand off him.
Mujhe to teri Lat lag gayi lag gayi
Zamana kahe lat yeh galat lag gayi
Mujhe to teri Lat lag gayi lag gayi
Zamana kahe lat yeh galat lag gayi
But Zoya was determined to have her way. She grabbed him by the collar before he could escape and pulled him forward so harshly that he bumped into her. Their faces inches from each other, Asad gulped as Zoya's eyes traced over his face and halted at his lips. He tried escaping but her hands were still firmly holding onto his collar.
Mujhe to teri
Ahh ahh aa.. aa.. yeh
Ahh ahh aa.. aa.. yeh
Ahh ahh aa.. aa.. yeh Lat lag gayi
Mujhe to teri...
Zoya smiled seductively at Asad who stared back at her, horrified, as her hands slowly traveled down from his collar and down to his shirt buttons. In one fluid motion, she pulled at them and Asad's shirt was ripped right off...
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"NAHIIINNN!!"
Zoya woke up with a scream. Her hand covering her mouth, for a few seconds she just practised breathing in and out, thanking the heavens that it was just a dream! Or was it? The mere thought of it being reality scared her and Zoya wiped the beads of sweat that had accumulated on her forehead.
"Okay relax Zoya! It was just a dream..just a dream..now try to remember what happened last night... Oh my god, why is my head hurting so much," she winced and massaged her forehead while trying to remember the events of the previous night. The memories were such a blur. She remembered gatecrashing Mr. Khan's bachelor party, the Akram fiasco, her getting mad, then... then what?
Try as she may, she couldn't remember much except for... AYAAN AHMED KHAN! You did not just serve alcohol to my to-be-wife!
Zoya gasped as her brain connected the dots, those words, her throbbing head, her not remembering anything, that dream... the dream that was not actually a dream!
"Allah miyan!" Zoya covered her mouth with her hand.
"OMG, what did I do! I know you were drunk but still, how could you Zoya? Mr. Khan ki izzat par haath dalne se pehle at least nikah hone tak ki toh wait karti! Allah miyan, how will I ever face him after last night!?" She threw her face in her hands cursing herself.
Just then Najma entered the room with a glass of water and some pills in her hand. She sat on the edge of her bed and handed them to Zoya.
"Here you go Zoya, you will be needing this," Najma said before bursting into giggles. Zoya just made a face at her before swallowing the pill down with the glass of water.
"Stop laughing Tamatar! And please kya tum mujhe bataogi, ke kal exactly hua kya tha?" Zoya questioned.
"Well, I don't know what happened at the party, but yes, you and bhaijaan returned home quite late..."
"And me... what was I like?"
"Oh Zoya, you were so adorable! You were acting so possesive of bhaijaan that you wouldn't let Tanveer even touch him!" Najma giggled again while Zoya slapped her forehead with her hand.
"To tell you the truth, Bhaijaan looked quite worried and scared of you. You two were really quite cute," she chuckled, "So me, Najma, and Tanveer left you two alone."
"KYA? You left me alone with Mr. Khan?" Zoya's eyes widened. It was all starting to make sense now. Poor Mr. Khan! She wondered how he had managed to save himself from her...or had he? How far had she gone!? Zoya swallowed. She needed to get to the bottom of this and there was only one way! Talk to the victim himself.
"Okay, Zoya now quickly start getting ready. We will be leaving for the hall in some hours. And oh yeah I forgot to tell you. Ammi said that you and bhaijaan are not allowed to see each other before the nikah!" Najma interrupted her thoughts.
She wasn't even allowed to see him? Great! Just great!
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Zoya paced back and forth in the living room. She was dressed in her heavy wedding attire, yet there was no excitement, only worry and guilt in her eyes. She clutched at her cell phone and took a deep breath. It was now or never! She had to find out the truth from Mr. Khan! Zoya dialed his number on her cell phone but hardly five seconds had passed, before she quickly ended the call. What was she supposed to say to him? Uh hey Mr. Khan, about last night ...sorry I tried to rape you! I just called because I wanted to know ... was I successful in my attempts? Zoya shook her head! No no no! She couldn't say that!
In her frantic efforts to rephrase her words in her head, she barely noticed when Asad had walked into the living room. As a result, she walked right into him, making her and her dupatta go flying backwards.
Great! If last night wasn't enough to ruin this day, I am going to be the only girl who looks like Frankenstein's bride on her wedding day! Zoya thought with her eyes closed as she prepared for a crash and some broken bones. But the crash never came and she instead felt herself falling into a pair of strong arms.
Looking down at Zoya, who had had her eyes shut tightly, there was only one thought in Asad Ahmed Khan's head. People don't lie, a girl really looks the most beautiful on her wedding day. When she finally opened her eyes to stare back at him, his breath nearly got stuck in his throat and he couldn't help feeling a wave of satisfaction and pleasure from the thought that in only a couple of hours, the beauty in his arms would be his.
Zoya's face immediately turned a shade of red and feeling the extreme heat on her cheeks, she wondered which was redder, her face or her lehenga. The colour did not go unnoticed from Asad who just smirked as he could guess the reason for her embarassment. She was probably remembering last night.
And she also happened to remember her Phupee's strict instructions.
"Allah Miyan! Mr. Khan we can't see each other!" Zoya yelped and covered his eyes with her hands, much to her relief as their intensity had been making her go weak in her knees. She herself looked to the side and beseeched him to release her. He however, made no move to let go of her.
"Let me go, Mr. Khan!" Zoya shouted, her hands still covering his eyes, a feeling that Asad relished.
His smirk just widened.
"Kal raat toh aap aisa nahi keh rahi thi," Asad teased. Zoya gasped and started struggling in his arms until she finally managed to get out of his grip. When Asad couldn't help himself from taking another sneak peek at her, she turned him so he faced the other way and turned herself too. Only their backs were facing each other now.
"Now we can talk," Zoya said satisfied. Her look of satisfaction soon turned into a frown as she thought of the task in front of her.
"Umm Mr. Khan ...about last night...I had to ask you...what exactly happened?" Zoya finally stammered. Yes, this was the right way to go! Make him say it!
Asad smiled. He never knew he would live to see the day when Zoya Farooqui would be blushing and stammering. And he was enjoying every bit! He pretended to be shocked.
"You don't remember anything, Ms. Farooqui?"
Zoya bit her tongue, thinking about her dream.
"Woh umm..kuch kuch yaad hai Mr. Khan. Zyada nahi. Aap hi baatayi na, ke maine kal kya kiya?"
"Well, as far as I remember Ms. Farooqui, you were running after people trying to steal their juice, standing on my couch with your dirty shoes, making dirty faces at poor Tanveer and umm...singing a song..." Asad told her.
Zoya listened to the list patiently until the last words. Not failing to notice his voice sounding a little uncomfortable near the end.
"Song! Whiichh songg?" Zoya asked, her voice slightly shaking.
"I don't know. I don't listen to such songs," Asad replied. There was only one good thing about them not being allowed to look at each other, and that was that Asad no longer had to hide his smile.
"Still...can't you like sing it?" Zoya asked, the panic building up inside her.
"No, I don't remember how it goes," Asad lied.
Zoya quickly clicked on her phone's playlist and played the song Lat Lag Gayee for about ten seconds.
"Yes, that's the song," Asad replied without waiting for her to ask, confirming Zoya's deepest fear. Unaware of the wild thoughts going on in her head, he was immediately taken aback when he heard Zoya burst out into loud sobs.
"Allah miyan!" She cried.
Asad turned around without a second's delay and held her by the shoulders.
"Zoya, what happened! Why are you crying?" He demanded worriedly. Everything had been good, she had sounded slightly embarassed but he had not expected her to start crying! Zoya just cried more and then in between her sobs, covered his eyes again.
"Mr. Khan, you can't look at me!"
Asad sighed frustratedly.
"Okay fine. But at least tell me what's wrong," he said. He put his own hand over hers that covered his eyes as if to signal that he would not look at her but not let go of her either.
"Allah miyan! How could I?" Zoya sobbed, further confusing Asad.
Without needing his eyes to guide him, he gently wiped the tears on her face.
"Why are you crying Zoya? You just sang a song... Albeit it's not a very cultural song, but I mean it's not that bad!"
Zoya froze.
"Wait, what did you say?"
"That the songs not that bad?"
"No before that!"
"What? Oh, that you just sang a song," Asad repeated confusedly.
To his surprise, the girl who was crying a second ago was now cheering and jumping around excitedly. Asad massaged his forehead in frustration. He wondered when his mind would accept the fact: It was impossible to understand Ms. Zoya Farooqui!
"Allah miyan, I JUST sang a song!" Zoya said happily, not even realizing when her feet had stepped up on the couch. It was almost a natural instinct now.
"Just a song!" She repeated chirpily, clapping her hands together and Asad found himself wondering whether she had taken another swig of last night's stuff.
"Ms. Farooqui, for the fifty millionth time... GET OFF THE COUCH!"
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TADAA!! Hope this ending was satisfying enough for you! I know this chapter was rather short and I didn't even show their nikah, but well, this SS is meant to revolve around that one night! 😉 But if it makes you feel better after the bucket of tears you wept since last week, in this story, Zoya and Asad do end up getting married! You see, instead of helping her, Razia tricks Tanveer into taking her spot in the mental asylum (where she truly belongs)! Zoya and Asad are happily married and even after many days, Zoya claims to only magically remember nothing but the three "unbreakable vows" that Asad made to her. She makes an extension to the list to include not just Tanveer but ALL other women with the exception of herself, Dilshaad and Najma. 😆 Okay, this SS is over now!
Before I finally say goodbye, I have to share a very important link with you guys. It is the link to my friend Payal (Grenade's) SS which she recently started after I begged and pleaded her to write it. You see, she is not your average writer - this girl is absolutely BRILLIANT and I am proud to be her fan! So do read this and trust me, you won't regret it!
Lastly, do send me a buddy request if you would like to be pm'ed for any future works by me. 😊 Thank you for all your support through this SS. 🤗 And I know it's sort of late for introductions but you can call me by my name which is Ranjana. 😊
Alright, Good Night guys! As Zoya would say, sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite! 😉
Edited by xxDaydreameRxx - 12 years ago
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