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Hello friends,
This is my first attempt at a two shot. I hope you enjoy it. Looking forward your comments and thoughts.
Random conversation with two friends on the forum inspired this idea. I blended them with some of the thoughts I have had about the recent track to come up with this TS.
This part is dedicated to Narges (me2you) since she wants AsYa to get to the first name basis. I hope you like how I have this planned out.
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The house that was shining bright just 24 hours ago, was shrouded in darkness tonight. The house that was filled with laughter and happiness was in mourning today. Only last night, both Najma and I had applied mehendi on our hands. Mehendi ka rang gehra hone se pehle hi hamari zindagi mein andhera cha gaya. All the preparations and celebrations had come to a standstill and there was no one to blame but me. In my eagerness to seek my bliss, my love and finally my own family, I had made the biggest mistake of my life. I had pushed the very same family into the darkest hour of their lives because I was blinded by my selfish happiness.
Najma was the apple of everyone's eyes. The fulfilment of her every wish was the reason for their existence. Her happiness was the only thing that really mattered to them. And I ruined it all for her. Her one true love that she thought she had lost forever had returned and she was dreaming of a happily ever after with him. A dream that I helped her weave, supported her in her quest only to take it all away from her in one swift move. Tamatar jo kal khushi and sharm ke maare laal thi, woh aaj roh roh kar laal ho gayi hai. She had retreated in a shell, and no one, not even her ammi and bhaijaan were able to reach her.
Phoopi's life was defined by her heartbreak and hardships. She had overcome them all, just one hope had kept her going through it all. Her only wish in life was to see her kids happy, never suffer what she had to. Bas unke armaan poore ho aur unka dil khabhi bhi koi na tode. Her one true love have left her to fend for herself and her kids without a single thought for their future or even their present, yet she prayed for her kids to find a true love in their lives. And I had made her most dreaded fears come true. Her little princess was suffering the same misery today, all because of me.
Asad had given up his entire childhood to ensure that his baby sister would never have to see the grimmer side of life. He worked hard as an adult to give her everything she could ever wish for. He even went against his instincts and principles to get her engaged in a family that he detested, all so that he could keep the smile on her face intact. And I, the one person who claimed to understand him, stand by him and support him, love him with all my life went ahead and wiped out that smile he had worked so hard for.
The guilt is gnawing at me and I an not able to shake the feeling off. No one in the family holds me responsible, but how can I forget my own actions? How can I forgive my impulsiveness? How can I get over the fact that had it not been for my over eagerness to get married, this would not have happened? Only if I had given Phoopi and Asad the time that they thought they needed before finalizing Najma's rishta, we could have potentially averted this disaster.
Phoopi had accepted me with open arms, handed me the responsibility of not only her son, but her entire house, her family and most importantly her daughter. The girl, who had been my best friend since the time I entered this house. The girl, who looked up to me, loved me unconditionally and respected me. This very same girl was not able to even look at me anymore.
Unable to wallow in guilt anymore, I decided I have to do something, fast. Someone, anyone needs to tell me how wrong I was, understand what I am feeling. And who could do this better than him? I go towards his room with hesitant steps. I don't know how I will be able to pour my thoughts out to him, but I have to do this.
With a deep breath, I knock on his door, twice. But I am not getting a response which makes me worry about him. Gripped with fear, I open the door ever so slightly to find him standing by his window, staring out into the nothingness of the night.
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Seeing my sister in this condition had completely shattered me. Only yesterday we were all blissfully dreaming of a happily ever after with the partner of our choice, fulfilling our mother's dear dream. And now, neither of us has said Qubool Hai.
When Zoya had first told me about Imraan and Najma I had my doubts. I had dealt with his family before and that had caused my initial hesitation. However, Najma's tears and helplessness had melted me away. I had constantly disregarded the misgivings of my conscious.
Why did I not check why Nikhat's relation with Imraan had broken? Why did I not try to find out why Imraan had never bothered to get in touch with Najma for three years? Why did I not try to do any investigation about the man I was going to hand over a piece of my heart? Why did I not question that unusual gift that he had received at the engagement? Why did I blindly trust a virtual stranger when my own best friend has previously betrayed me? Why, why, why?
It was because I was blinded by my own selfish motives. I was way to eager to begin the next stage of my relation with Zoya and since Ammi wanted both Najma and my wedding at the same time, I had willing to ignored my doubts. Being in love had taught me to trust love. Being with Zoya had taught me not to judge other people without solid reasoning Or maybe I was just a bad judge of character.
My thoughts go back to Zoya, her helplessness when she came and told me everything she had found out about Imraan and Tanveer just this morning. I could sense her reluctance when she spoke, her indecisiveness when I suggested we inform Najma and Ammi. I know it was not from the fear of our wedding getting called off due to the issues at hand. It was out of her concern for the hurt we would cause them. It was out of fear that this information would break them completely.
Our wedding had been called off the last two times too, of course at those times the blame was to be laid at my door. But this time, I was hoping and wishing that we would get third time lucky. Magar kehte hain na, har kisi ko mukammal jahan nahi milta. Shaayad Allah ko yahi manjoor tha. We had crossed a lot of hurdles to get to this point in our relationship. Yes this was only a hiccup, but it was very hard to accept.
I hear the knock on the door and I know she has come to seek me out. However, I am not ready to face her yet. I cannot shake away the feeling that I have failed her again. Seeing her will be my undoing. But knowing her I know she will not just go away. So I just brace myself to see her gloomy face.
"Mr.Khan" I hear her approach me. "Are you okay?" I don't turn around, instead I wait for her to get to me. "Mr. Khan? Asad?" she touches my shoulder as she whispers my name, for the first time ever.
I had thought about this but under different circumstances. Despite my melancholic frame of mind, the word coming out of her mouth felt like a caress. It still produced that warm tingling feeling in my heart that I had imagined. She hugs my arm as she leans her body besides mine, the lengths of our bodies touching each other.
"Can you say it again, please?" I request. She turns me around to face her, her forehead creased in doubt.
"My name" I explain, the lines of worry ease from her face and she gives me the smile, the one that brightens up the darkest of my days.
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