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There. Even the Mehendi ceremony was over. Now they were forbidden from even seeing each other. And here he was, still unable to tell his to-be wife that he had fallen in love with her. Asad Ahmed Khan made his way outside the four walls of his house to get some fresh air and think about something that'll stop his mother's taunts and help him confess his feelings to the love of his life.
Asad.There it was, proudly resting on her hands. Every lady lover's dream - the name of their love on their hands in mehendi, majestically telling the world they officially belonged to him now. Zoya Farooqi felt butterflies in her stomach as she looked at herself in the mirror. Asad Ahmed Khan's to-be wife. She covered her face with her palms shyly and ran outside to get some fresh air and calm her pounding heart.
*crunch* - A leaf trampled.
*tap tap* - Footsteps.
Both of them cautiously lifted the climber plant off the netted wall to find the source of the sound. With double the speed, they let go of it and turned around as they realised it was none other than their to-be spouse. The same person they'd been thinking about.
"Aa-aapne mujhe dekha to nahi?" Zoya spoke awkwardly, to break the ice.
"Ji nahi! Aapne mujhe dekha?" Asad retorted, equally awkwardly.
"Nahi! Bilkul nahi!"
They breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing each other after the ceremony and before marriage was considered a bad omen. Silence prevailed as none of them spoke a word. But the same thing was going through their minds. The same feelings.
They closed their eyes and enjoyed each other's presence. On one hand, there was this longing. The feeling of being so close yet so far..physically. While amazingly, even after being so different, so far, they were close, very close emotionally. Still facing the other side, each raised their hand toward the wall, toward their love subconsciously. Suddenly, their fingers touched.
Eyes jerked open.
Hearts beat faster.
Fingers intertwined.
Breaths came shorter.
Soft smiles adorned lips.
And a lone tear escaped as eyes closed in satisfaction.
None knew how long they stood there. Feeling the touch, the love. Neither did they care. Both of them could easily spend the rest of their lives standing like that, with that one feeling. The feeling of being together.
There. Even the Mehendi ceremony was over. Now they were forbidden from even seeing each other. And here he was, still unable to tell his to-be wife that he had fallen in love with her. Asad Ahmed Khan made his way outside the four walls of his house to get some fresh air and think about something that'll stop his mother's taunts and help him confess his feelings to the love of his life.
Asad.There it was, proudly resting on her hands. Every lady lover's dream - the name of their love on their hands in mehendi, majestically telling the world they officially belonged to him now. Zoya Farooqi felt butterflies in her stomach as she looked at herself in the mirror. Asad Ahmed Khan's to-be wife. She covered her face with her palms shyly and ran outside to get some fresh air and calm her pounding heart.
*crunch* - A leaf trampled.
*tap tap* - Footsteps.
Both of them cautiously lifted the climber plant off the netted wall to find the source of the sound. With double the speed, they let go of it and turned around as they realised it was none other than their to-be spouse. The same person they'd been thinking about.
"Aa-aapne mujhe dekha to nahi?" Zoya spoke awkwardly, to break the ice.
"Ji nahi! Aapne mujhe dekha?" Asad retorted, equally awkwardly.
"Nahi! Bilkul nahi!"
They breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing each other after the ceremony and before marriage was considered a bad omen. Silence prevailed as none of them spoke a word. But the same thing was going through their minds. The same feelings.
They closed their eyes and enjoyed each other's presence. On one hand, there was this longing. The feeling of being so close yet so far..physically. While amazingly, even after being so different, so far, they were close, very close emotionally. Still facing the other side, each raised their hand toward the wall, toward their love subconsciously. Suddenly, their fingers touched.
Eyes jerked open.
Hearts beat faster.
Fingers intertwined.
Breaths came shorter.
Soft smiles adorned lips.
And a lone tear escaped as eyes closed in satisfaction.
None knew how long they stood there. Feeling the touch, the love. Neither did they care. Both of them could easily spend the rest of their lives standing like that, with that one feeling. The feeling of being together.
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