Okaay, I was tired of writing my FF and wanted to write an OS, first time so thought it'd be a good experience. Well, I've not caught up with this week's episode so idk what's going on. And talking about experience, well idk what happened but I sorta gave up halfway LOOOL! God knows how I'm managing with my FF! I don't know how it turned out, do have a read and then you can stone me for trying to even write it!
Asya OS: Mere Mehendi Ka Rang
Zoya closed her eyes as she walked out of the bathroom with her hands behind her back. She stood in front of her mirror excited to see how her mehendi turned out,
'Kehte hain jinke mehendi gehra char tha hai, unke WOH unse bohut pyar karte hain.' She smiled sheepishly at the mirror, 'Test of Love Mr Khan!' She closed her eyes as she brought her hands in front of her. She joined her hands together as she slowly opened her eyes. She held her breath as she opened her hands like a book except it didn't take her too long to read what was written inside. She almost choked as she breathed out; her mehendi didn't spread its colour. She blinked a few times staring at the pale orange colour on her hands,
'Mr Khan doesn't love me' She whispered as her lips quivered for a moment, 'I mean what happened before… how can that not be love? Have I misunderstood what his eyes were trying to portray?' She questioned herself as she tilted her head and looked at her hands. A lone tear escaped her eyes at the thought of her Mr Khan loving anyone else but her. It's true he had never expressed his feelings through his words, but she was starting to understand his actions. Was she reading too much into it? Is this Nikaah still as fake to him? 'I don't know why Mr Khan, mein ek bhadosa ke saath yeh saari rasme nibaah rahi hoon iss umeed main ki aap bhi yeh saab kuch chahte hain. If I can feel your love, then why do I still want your confirmation? Why do I want your love to be spread onto everything that touches me?' She turned her hands the other way holding it up in front of the mirror as she looked at the reflection, 'Kya mein sahi hoon Mr Khan? Or what Tanveer said…' her voice trailed off. 'But how can that be?' She put her hand over her scar caressing it gently, 'Yeh saab mere vahem nahin tha…' She shook her head side to side, 'I can't take this anymore Mr Khan, mujhe jawab chahiye… mein pagal ho jaungi.' She stormed towards the door pulling it open with force and urgency, she watched Dilshad switch the lights off and head upstairs. She sighed heavily before running towards his door pushing it open and walking in. She leaned against the door as she shut it and closed her eyes hoping no one saw her walking into his room so late at night.
Asad typed away on his laptop catching up on the last bit of work that piled up over the past few days. He needed caffeine to keep him going after what seemed like the longest day of his life; the mehendi function seemed like it wouldn't end. He smiled as the images of Zoya's eager face from the function flashed before his eyes, how lovingly she had asked for his name to be put on her hand. His name on her hand; his lips curved into a wider smile. He didn't know why that gave such satisfaction knowing that his name has got its rule over her hand, not long before he takes over her heart. He breathed into his hand, he needed caffeine; Zoya admiration session could go on all night. He wouldn't be able to sleep all night he wondered, it's not the coffee, it's Zoya. He got up only to freeze halfway as he watched Zoya walk inside his room closing it shut as she leaned against it and sighed. A part of him wanted to scold her for entering his room so late at night as the other reminded him she had the right. He looked above him and shook his head; punishment? He sulked momentarily for his sleep that he would not get tonight,
'Aap yahan?' He asked as she opened her eyes slowly, she stared at him questioningly; Asad wanted to run away as her eyes pulled at his insides, where can he hide? He had been calm thinking she would never bring this topic up until he was ready; he had made sure he had given enough signs so that she wouldn't play hot seats with him. He turned his body slightly,
'Nahi aaj nahin Mr Khan, aaj nahin' She stopped him almost pleading, 'Aaj mujhe mere haar sawal kha jawab chahiye… I can't take it anymore' Asad's face fell at her pained expression, 'Mere liye yeh jaana bohut zaruri hai…' She walked over to him and turned his body to face her, 'Please Mr Khan…'
'Kya?' He asked her as he prayed for confidence, he mentally prepared his mind and heart; don't be scared Asad, it's now or never. She put her hands out as he looked into her eyes waiting for her to speak, his hands found their way up to her face as he brushed of the fresh set of tears that seeped from her dough shaped eyes, 'What's wrong?'
'Niche dekhiye Mr Khan' He narrowed his eyebrows in confusion before doing what he was asked to do, he stared at her pale mehendi finally understanding why she was so upset,
'I think it was bad mehendi, don't worry I'll ask-' He was cut short by Zoya,
'That's not it Mr Khan, kehte hain jiske mehendi gehra char tha hain, unke…' She paused as she looked away; he put his finger under her chin and turned it towards him,
'unke kya?' He whispered,
'Joh meine mehsoos ki thi Mr Khan, joh meine apke aankhon main pada; Kya woh jhoot hai?' She stared deep into his eyes with the deepest of hope.
'Zoya woh, woh-'
'Kya aap Tanveer se pyaar karte hain?' She asked quickly hoping to get that disgusted thought out of her head. He held her by the shoulders,
'What nonsense Zoya, nahi, hargiz nahin!!' He shouted shaking her, 'Zoya tum pagal ho gaye ho…'
'Haan mein pagal ho gayi hoon! Aapki vajah se, aap khabie koi baat seedhe tareeke se khabie baathathe kyun nahin… My mehendi wasn't dark Mr Khan, forget dark, it didn't even give its colour. What else do you want me to think?' She put her hand on her arm where the scar is; she faced side wards and stared at it, 'Mein samajh ke bhi nahin samhji Mr Khan…' She looked back at him, 'Do you…'
He cupped her face as he brought his face closer to hers, 'Yes Zoya, I love you…' He brushed the lone tear off her face with his thumbs as he continued, 'Main tumse be imtehaan mohabbat karta hoon! I'm sorry mein tumhe itna saathaya, pata nahin kyun mein tumhe dekh kar chup ho jati hoon. I tried making you aware of my love in the hope that you'll understand without saying anything. No you didn't read my eyes wrong Zoya; I love you, I love you, I love you…' He held his forehead against hers as her hands went over his. He watched her lips tremble as she started crying, 'I cheated you, I made you believe this nikaah was fake when I felt it to be real. Pata nahi kyun mein aise karta hoon, jab mein jaante hoon ki tum mere siva kisi aur ka nahi ho sakte! Tum sirf meri ho…' He pulled back and held her hands, 'iss mehendi mein kuch kharabi hain, kyunki mere pyaar ka rang haar uss mehendi se gehra hain…' He smiled,
'Asad I-'
'Mein poochungi nahin kyunki mein jaanta hoon, tumare dil ne mere dil se chup chup kar baat kar rahi hain… bas suna chahti hoon tumhari mooh se, ek baar?'
'I love you!' She said half laughing, half crying. He grabbed her as soon as he heard the first few words come out of her mouth and engulfed her in a tight hug. He held her tight, for the first time he knew he had the right to never let go. He held her petite figure in between his huge arms, how perfectly she fit into them… She sobbed on his chest as he hushed her stroking her back,
'Zoya… mein itni buri nahin hoon?' She pulled back and whacked his chest, he laughed as he took her face into his hands again, he pecked her lips softly earning a blush off her. He kissed her cheeks and her forehead. He then looked at her face, 'Still crying?' She put her hands up in front of him,
'Mehendi!' She cried in her babyish tone, he couldn't help but laugh at her. He took her hands and made her sit on his bed; he stood there staring at her hesitantly as she sniffed dramatically. He opened his side draw taking out a packet and sat down next to her, she looked at him wide eyes causing him to look away embarrassed,
'Extra tha, Najma ne rakha tha…' He tried covering it up,
'She kept a mehendi cone in your draw Mr Khan?' She said raising her eyebrow; totally in the mood to tease him…
'Mr Khan bhulana chor do' he told her as he took her hands into his fidgeting with the mehendi cone on her hand,
'Aap topic badal na chor dije…'
'Okay, chalo… idhar dekho, aab mujhe mere pyar ka rang fix karne mein help karo…'
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