A little contribution from me, I enjoy all the stories and have been inspired by the talented writers to writre something, aplologies if it looks boring.
Part 1
Zoya exclaimed, " Mr Khan," took a deep breath while munching on slice of pizza, " you are lucky for me," sauce oozing down on to blouse.
Asad stood up with a napkin, "I can see that" and gently wiped the sauce.
"Mr Khan, today is my nikah and today I will meet my Abu."...the munching had stopped, reflection had begun, " You know what Mr Khan, I am so excited and so scared." Asad worrying that his fiance may get emotional, quickly held her by the shoulders, " And I am the luckiest man, Khuda mere upar meharbaan hai, " as he pecked her on her foreherad.
"Mr Khan, do you think Abu will come to Nikah? she asked innocently, " By the way, what should I say to him, I am so nervous." Ms Farooki, please get ready, remember your Abu called to meet you at 3 pm, and Mr Siddique is very punctual.
"Oh I am ready, dont you think so?, " For Asad, Zoya looked perfect, hair loosely flowing, emerald top, light makeup, her mom's earings and blue jeans. JEANS. " Ms Farooki, how can you be so foolish, go and change, " but I am comfortable" came the reply
"ok fine, but if he chides you are being batameez, I will not tolerate"
Zoya quipped, "Ok this is the end of my freedom, first my husband against jeans now my Abu." Asad could understand Zoya's anxiety and mood swings were due to nervousness in meeting her father. " You look too hot, and I love it, but..."
"Ok" Zoya interrupted,
And quickly changed into a white kameez, and was unusually quiet. Elsewhere in the house very light decoration was done for a simple Nikah.
Shortly Asad parked his car next to Mr Sidiquis, and he could see his aristocratic figure seated on the park bench, with back facing them. Asad loving took her dupatta and covered her head, she looked so angelic. He squeezed her hand reassuringly
"Go Zoya, meet your Abu," were his last words. He watched Zoya walk slowly and look back to him at least a dozen times. As much as he loathed Mr Sidiqui, he loved Zoya more, and was confident that Mr Sidiqui will reciprocate.
Asad looked up and prayed that Allah give him strength, no matter what the outcome.
He was proud of his strong and brave Zoya, and in a few hours they would be united as man and wife.
From a distance, he could see Zoya approach Mr Sidiqui and she offered him her respects.
Asad could only see Zoya's face. And it was not a happy one. After two minutes she was crying. Asad had enough, he made his way to them, and saw Mr Sidiqui wave his finger to her accusingly. Zoya looked broken, and did not say a word, Mr Sidiqui stormed out not even acknowledging Asad who glared at him.
Zoya was deeply broken by the conversation, her feet seemed to slip away and she slumped into Asads' arms. " Asad, I ', and she started to cry piteously.
"What is it, he doesnt approve of our nikah," he demanded, she shook her head, "he does not know about the nikah, he said I was, I -I am" he consoled her. Kissed her head soothed her hair, " Its ok Zoya, he doesnt know what he has left behind. Dont worry, dont let your past stand in your way, especially if its so horrid, and lets go to our future, Maulvi sahaab will be there and we need to get ready. " asad helped Zoya to her feet and led her to the car. He clenched his fists in fury, and wished that Zoya had no relations with that awful man. Throughout the way, she kept sobbing, Asad asked' : do you want to talk' " No she sniffled.
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