Os:Tired of being sorry
It was past midnight Asad knocked at her door, he was hesitant at first, but when he saw the lights on, he crushed his big fat ego and knocked.
Yes, he had again fought with zoya for the umpteenth time, and now he regretted it and wanted to make up to her.
"Yes hop in, the door is open" came her voice, which startled Asad out of his reverie and he walked in.
Seeing him, zoya jumped up hurt angry and confused as in what was left in insulting her, that Asad made a midnight visit to her room.
"It's way too late for conducting any lectures professor Asad Ahmed khan" she made a sarcastic remark.
"Zoya woh .. Mey ..." He turned around to leave as he found courage leave him, but stopped dead in his tracks when he heard her quiet voice "it's always woh n mey". He took a deep breath and turned to face her, "zoya I can't sleep, would you mind joining me for a walk" he asked her with utmost civility.
"Yes, just because you asked me rather than announcing or dragging me, zoya replied in an instant.
God this girl had brains, she was witty and smart and she was his, he smiled mentally.
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They strolled under a bedazzled sky adorned with stars and a big shiny moon, silence prevailed, only their breaths were audible. Each wanted to break the ice, but none wanted to take the initiative. They were walking together, but both were lost in their own personal battle with self.
At last Asad said "I am sorry"
Startling zoya out of her romantic fantasy of a walk with Asad at midnight, it was a bit weird fantasising about him, when they had fought again, she should be angry on him even in her thoughts, but here she was thinking only about him, her heart was sick in love that it kicked and punched every logic out of her system. Had Love had made her a sick puppy. "Excuse me", zoya said.
"I said, m sorry zoya, m sorry for everything" Asad replied.
"It's ok Asad, it's habitual now" she laughed and continued "it's a cycle of hit and regret, just because I love you, I get treated like a doormat" honest inner feeling s made way out, and a sensible answer for a change, it was getting too much for her to bear now.
"Zoya, I know you love me, you live for me, and you are angry, but it's ... it's just that we are too different," he said.
"There you go again on the differential theory again Asad, change and difference are part of life Asad, it's not the same sunny day everyday, or a starlit night every night, clouds do cover up for a change, it does rain, change happens every freaking time, why don't you accept me in your life. I know your theory of love n change. But I will wait for you, some day you will fall in love with me." Zoya said a bit irritated that Asad was still stuck on different mode, had he made no progress towards self realisation yet, she thought.
"For once listen to me zoya, m not the right person for you, you deserve much better, you deserve to be a princess and I give you only pain n suffering. I know you cry to bed when we fight. I didn't ask you to stay for me, yet you are here with your self less love, waiting for a rock like me to melt into a puddle of love essence. I try to be perfect for you, but I fail miserably all the time, and it frustrates me, that I can't give you any happiness you deserve from me. I m not good enough for you. M sorry for all the time I berated you, but it was me angry on myself not on you. I m tired of being sorry all the time..." He vented all his bottled emotions.
Zoya stood there staring at him, a person who was a miser with words describing his feelings was flowing like a stream tonight. Her eyes were moist, for she knew deep down Asad cared for her, he loved her, but she had waited for him to come terms with himself and confess all this time. She gasped "Asad"
He put his hand on her mouth and stopped her, he continued, "I am a crazy self centred maniac. And the only way to beat my crazy was by doing something even crazier. Congratulations and thank you, your love has won the battle, I love you. I knew it from the moment I saw you. I'm sorry it took me so long to catch up.
"Oh Asad, I love you sooo much," she said jumping and hugging him tightly. He reciprocated in the same way, he felt lighter and happy than ever. He stroked her hair and her back, and mouthed, "I want love to be our strength, through thick n thin, not the license to be a doormat".
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