Precap dekha... toh yeh khayal aaya...
Heya peeps!!! I wrote an OS based on what I believe can happen in tomorrow's episode... But I was too impatient to find out so I wrote it down! Khujli hota hai... you see😆
Read on!
~My Wish~
A lone tear trickled down Zoya's eyes as she sat on a stool in the balcony, the cello taped music box open on her palms. As the sweet music from the box filled the atmosphere, they camouflaged the sounds of her sobs. Another Eid passed... another Eid in search of her abbu. No one to wish "Eid Mubarak abbu"... no one to pester for Eidi... and no one to give her the blessings a father would give.
'Mr. Khan tried so hard... just for me, for my happiness', she thought. ' He organised such a huge Eid party, invited all the people of Bhopal... all the eminent families, installed CCTV cameras all over the place and distributed the supposed sketch of my abbu to everyone... but to no avail. No one recognised him. I even played the music box on a mic so that he would listen to the tune and come to me... but no one did. And Mr. Khan... he tried to cheer me up the entire evening, not letting me lose hope even for once. He did so much for me... changed himself to such an extent just to make me happy...' her lips curved into a small smile as she remembered the events of the last few days.
The pizza he made... and the mess in the kitchen which they cleaned together. The Salman Khan Style dance; the beautiful starry night he created in her bedroom and the moon in her ring... all the crazy wishes of a stupid 16 year old Zoya were fulfilled by her Akdu... correction, Majnu Ahmed Khan. He even made up his own shayari for her... and it was much better than hers, she had to admit. 'Is this really worth it? What if...what if I find something about my abbu that will make me hate him... rather than love?'
"Ahem ahem"
Zoya was jerked out of her thoughts by the sound of someone clearing his throat, and she found a hand holding a blue mug in front of her eyes. She smiled... and her smile grew bigger till her dimples dug her cheeks. She didn't have to look up to figure out whose hand that was, for she knew who it was... Her future hubby to be, Asad Ahmed Khan.
"Telpur ki Shehzaadi ke liye ek khaasam- khaas milky coffee!" he smiled as Zoya reached out for the steaming mug. Asad sat down beside her, with his own black coffee mug in his hand. "Himmat mat harna Zoya... aapke abbu aapko zaroor milenge. Main unhe dhoondke rahunga. Jaise aapki chaar wishes poori ki hai maine, waise hi aapki paanchvi wish bhi main poori karunga."
"Thank you so much Mr. Khan... aap nahi jaante ki aap mere liye kya kar rahein hain. Main aapko bolke nahi bata sakhti..." Zoya said as her voice choked. "Main kaise aapka shukriyada karoon mujhe..." She was stopped by Asad's hand covering her mouth. "Meri shukriyada na karke, Zoya. Pata nahi aap mujhe kitni baar thank you bol chuki hain... main kya itna paraya hoon? Maine aapse pehle bhi kaha hai... aapki tadap meri tadap hai. Hum ek hain, Zoya. Toh fir baar baar mera shukriyada karke mujhe paraaya kyun kar rahi hain aap? Wada kijiye ki aaj ke baad aap mujhe kisi bhi baat he liye thank you nahi bolengi." Asad said, while uncovering Zoya's mouth and holding his hand out for her to hold it and give her word.
"Wada kiya Mr. Khan." Zoya smiled and placed her hand on his as her eyes glistened with tears... tears of happiness.
"Waise... agar aap sach mein mera shukriyada karna chahti hain toh... aap ek kaam zaroor kar sakhti hain." Asad eyes twinkled as an idea struck him.
Zoya's eyes widened and she kept her music box down and wiped her forming tears with her free hand. "Bo...Boliye na Mr. Khan! Main zaroor karungi!"
Asad stood up and Zoya, who was still holding his hand stood up with him. "Woh baat yeh hai... ki maine toh aapki saari wishes poori ki... lekin ab meri bhi ek wish hai, jo main chahta hoon ke aap poori karein. Karengi?"
"Haan! Kyun nahi Mr. Khan!!" Zoya excitedly replied, her morose state forgotten in a jiffy.
Asad smiled and bent forward slowly, his face inching close to hers.
Zoya's smile vanished as she felt his breath fanning her face and her heartbeats increased a hundred times. 'Yeh Mr. Khan kya kar rahein hain?! Maine toh inhe inka wish bolne ke liye kaha tha... iraada kya hai janaab ka?' she thought.
Asad kept bending towards Zoya. He noticed her changing expressions and the rosy blush creeping up her cheeks... and smirked inwardly seeing the effect he had on her. All coherent thoughts vanished from Zoya's mind and she closed her eyes, unable to think anymore... she couldn't figure out anything now.
She let out a gasp as she felt his hot breath on her neck... it was too much to take, this tension. Asad blew softly in her ear... and Zoya felt a jolt of electricity go down her spine. She wanted to melt into a puddle of goo... how was it possible for this man to make her feel this way by doing so little?!
"Asad" He whispered into her ear.
"Huh?" That was all Zoya could say. 'Ab yeh apna hi naam kyun le rahe hain?' she thought.
"Asad" Asad said again, in a voice barely above a whisper.
"Aa...aap apna na...naam kyun le rahe hain?" Zoya stammered out.
Asad faced her again. "Main apna naam jaanta hoon Zoya par lagta hai ki aap nahi jaanti. Isiliye apna naam liya."
"Ma...matlab? Mujhe toh apka naam pata hai..." Zoya was confused.
"Par aap toh kabhi leti hi nahi! Mujhe kaise pata chalega ki aap mera naam jaanti hain ya nahi?" Asad smirked.
"Par... par iska aapke wish ke saath kya... kya relation hai?" she asked, still confused.
"Yehi toh meri wish hai Zoya" Asad said and smiled widely, flashing his dimples. "Main chahta hoon aap aaj se, balki abhi se, mujhe meri naam se pukaarein. Poori karengi meri ye wish?"
"Lekin main... main aapka naam kaise... kaise loon?"
"Jaise main aapka naam leta hoon, Zoya. Duniya mein pata nahi ke kitne saare Mr. Khan honge... main nahi chahta ki mujhe pukaarte huye aap unka naam bhi lein. Mujhpe aapka haq hai Zoya... aur main chahta hoon ki aap apna yeh haq jatayein. Qubool hai aapko, meri yeh wish?" Asad asked, looking into the honey- brown pools of her eyes.
Zoya blushed deeper as she realised the meaning behind his words. She took a deep breath before replying "Qubool hai... Asad."
Asad closed his eyes and inhaled deeply... and let the feeling of hearing his name from her lips sink into him. The way his name rolled off her tongue... his name had never sounded so beautiful before...
"Phir se bolo Zoya."
"Asad" She raised herself on her toes and whispered into his ears, just as he had done.
His breath hitched in his throat as he heard his name from her lips again. It was difficult to control himself anymore... he wrapped his arms around her and buried his nose into her sweet smelling hair. "Mujhe aaj se aise hi bulana Zoya..." he whispered.
Zoya, although surprised at first by his sudden action, smiled and hugged him back, burying her face in the warmth of his chest. This was what she had wanted... what she had yearned for all her life. Nothing else mattered anymore... nothing.
The two lovers stood in their warm embrace as the moonlight shone on them, basking them its ethereal glow...
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Phew! This is the first time I actually wrote something properly romantic... and I have no idea how I fared.
Well this is just what I want to happen tomorrow... I don't know what will but I'm pretty sure that it can't be a kiss. (Right... so even if you did not want to hit me with shoes after reading the OS, you'll hit me now)
So rotten tomatoes, veggies, eggs are all accepted... and I will love it if I get a few likes and comments too😃
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