AsYa FF Thrd 2 'The Butterflies!' - Page 45

OMG...now what...with the raging hormones for the next 10 days!!!

This was one of the best chapter. Totally loved it. Zoya recognized asad as her Prince Charming. She told him also. Loved the way she refused to leave him alone. Their love session was too hot. I wish zoya didn't made him stop. What's with her conditions. First rain and now 10'days wait. Poor Asad he definitely has lot of self control.

Loved it waiting to read more . 😊

hai,

I am now stalking your thread! Update update update!
And can Asad just give Zoya her 7 already?! Please... youre tormenting me here... I mean, youre tormenting Zoya hehe!

no words for u !!! Speechless!!!

Masha Allah...This was a beautiful chapter👍🏼 and super long to...

Originally posted by: starslinedup

Alritey then...here you go...an update...about my love..my life...n my guy...😉 this story is looong...so...be ready for it😆

here u go..😉

LOVE

LOVE IS SAID TO BE ETERNAL BLISS

A FEELING ONE SHOULD NEVER MISS

PEAOPLE SAY ITS JUST A CRAZE

AND WOULDN'T LAST FOR MANY DAYS

BUT LOVERS THINK ITS LIFE'S NECESSITY

WHICH IS FILLED WITH GREAT INTENSITY

LOVE IS A CHARM THAT BRINGS TOGETHER

TWO VERY UNKNOWN PEOPLE TOGETHER

IT HAS NO LIMITS, NO BOUND

AND IT IS VERY RARELY FOUND

LOVE IS VERY SACRED AND PURE

AND IT HAS THE POWER TO ENDURE

LOVE IS BEAUTIFUL WHEN IT IS FELT

WHICH MAKES THE TOUGHEST PEOPLE MELT

So at 14 years old my affair with love started, marked by this sonnet I wrote, the very first piece of writing, the very first piece of poetry and it was about love.

So now I am gonna get into my looong tune of blowing my own trumpet... ( I know wat ur trumpet stands for..so quit it already...) sharing with u my story...

So here goes..

( ya I am telling it like an actual story...)

So at 14 was when my first poetry came in being, about love..and even today..as I read it..and cringe at my composition a lil...the words and their meanings still stay the same...

Love..its thought, its existence and the baggage that comes with it always intrigued me..My life at that age was nowhere near ok...and love was my run away place...

I just loved to day dream..about my guy..about my lovestory..I used to make up scenarios in my head..n then dream about them being a reality.

I was in a girls school so..no boys...but my first crush was at 14...n till date...I only knw his name...n I never talked to him ever...but this is not that story..so wont go there...his story ended...at 18..

And in between Aashna sat and dreamed and wrote and watched and listened and sang and talked..endless nights with her 3 years younger gal pal about love...all the time...I mean all the time...

Then school ended...and life was a question mark...my distant crush started to fade...and a new chapter started.. and this one...was interesting. And left me very confused by the end of it..

So at 18..my thoughts on love had evolved...into this...singular focus in life...I didn't want affairs...I wanted love...I wanted THE ONE...and I was content to wait...

And then this guy came along...typical.,..he chased me around on his bike...and stood outside my house...from the time I woke up..till the time..the lights went off and I was up on the terrace...enjoying my second affair...the one with the stars...

In between I had started to write letters...to the one...the one I didn't know..and was yet to meet...but I knew he would come..someday...so I wrote to him (it just eased my heart ..that was patiently waiting for him)...my words..words borrowed from all over the place... ending with a note.

Xoxo...for u n the stars...

Aashna- Be yourself; it suits you..

And I would save them in a box...

Next...I used to save up my pocket money..and go buy greetings..on love...on marriage..on anniversary..on thinking bout u...on I miss u..on I Am sorry..etc...hoping that someday I will write in them his name...and give them the card..as per occasion...

My life was this..my guiding strength was this...love love love..nothing else mattered...

One more thing I looked for love in was..Zodiac...the compatibility...

I am an aries..and my 5-9 relationship is with leo...so Leo it was...I wanted a leo guy..and I waited...

And god offered...

The guy that chased me around...he was starting to grow on me...something in him intrigued me..but I kept my distance...(he literally never left me alone..every time I drove out of my house he was there...n my gal pal..sitting behind me..would fill me in...giggling at the attention I was getting)

I felt a connect there..but I was not interested..in dating or the whole boyfriend/girlfriend charade (I can't relate to this relationship.. I dunno why) I used to talk bout him..n somewhere I said.. he is a Leo.. and then he called one day and told me..about him...n as it turned out ...he was a Leo...and I laughed my heart out...

But...he was not the one...I tried...he used to call me I used to talk a lil..never agreeing upon meeting him...something stopped me..but then...1 day..I said..enough..he is taking up my thoughts..I need answers...so with a small idol of Lord Ganesh tucked in my vehicle..I decied to meet him...thinking if the vibe is rite, in person...I will give him the idol..n I will initiate this relationship...after all he was a Leo my perfect match...but no..I met him..n it hurt...there was nothing..I said no and walked away...somehow feelin free...

And then I moved to Canada...and that chapter...was halted...

My love remained with me...and I continued writing my letters n buying cards..and talking to the stars..my faith sealed...every time I wished for a shooting star..n trust me I saw one everytime..only cos I believed...

After a year I changed cities..and that's where my story turns..completely..upside down...completely different from my expectations..

I had no college as I was late in applying..so me and my other friend got invited to this cultural fest..where we danced...and had to walk the ramp..traditional outfits n all..

We both stuck together...walking the ramp together..but the choreographer had other plans...

The choreographer paired me with a guy...n I didn't like it...I was pissed..

( I have been told that I ooze attitude front right and center the first time you meet me..and its hard to like me, my husband hated me when he first saw me..exactly for this reason..)

So this guy came..dressed in a ball cap..kurta..and jeans...not caring wee bit bout the way he looked...and started to walk with me...he was the most talkative guy around..knew everyone..n did wat he pleased..

And I was the opposite...(well atleast in public..I am quiet and very reserved)

He tried talking to me...I shoved him off..we walked..I was fast..he was slow...no coordination..

He asked me to walk with him..I gave 2 hoots..

I wanted to be with my friend..we wanted to walk together..n here I was...paired with him.

Then..it went on..he tried his best to include me into the group...I gave a damn.. ( again..I tend to stay aloof in crowds)

He then advised we should (we as in me n my friend, we were dancing together..) dance separately n watch each other's step...I complied ..n we did so...n strangely. He started taking my picutres...the gals..yellin hey what are you doing, he was just trying to involve me in the group...

I was told he was bad company..I said like I care...I have nothing to do with him...

N then the day came...the show...I was in a saree he was my partner...dressed in a blk..kurta.. we got a lot of applause and a lotta hoots...

He continued trying to talk to me..n I kept on..brushing him off...but I guess it was his luck...I was looking for a job at the place he worked...n he said he'd help...I hesitated...I don't like taking favors..but in the end I passed him the resume..n I got in..

N work got us talking...we became friends...he had his life happening...( I found out bout his many girlfriends.. LOL)

He would come and study by me..eat my food and drink my...jhooti coke...something he didn't do with anyone else...N I let him..something I never do..esp with a guy..n life went on...we became friends..n he called me his best friend in Canada..

In between another guy approached me from the event..he seemed to like me..n he had already claimed to my guy here..that she will b ur bhabhi...n in his head my guy thinks..ya rite..tere bas ki nahi..and yet...he was willing to help me with the guy in India..I still wasn't sure wat was going on there..

He tried..that guy...but eh..not my kind...2 phone conversations..n a feeble attempt at the movie theatre to talk..n he was outta the picture..

My guy remained..he stayed my friend..cos he had his love life happening elsewhere I suppose..LoL

Madness happened in between n it was some of the best moments of my life..too much fun...

Than..he breaks my rule..and sees me crying...(no one other than my family has ever seen me cry..and it was my conviction..only my husband will c me cry..)

My 21^st birthday..I am leavin for India for 3 months..the day after my birthday..n I hadn't invited him for a gals time lunch/birthday party...he fights with me..after he is the first one to wish me at midnite..y he is not invited..n next day..he comes to the party uninvited..gifitng me one of the presents he borrowed from my girlfriend.. and as he is to part for home..me leaving for India he says..

Girlfriend jaati hai to theek hai..but bestfriend jaati hai to achaa nahi lagta..

In India..I finally close the chapter...cos ...once again I try..n its not rite..I say sorry to him ( I never said yes..he just saw me back home..n went back to his same routine)

I come back...n the first call home is..his..he wants to meet..I somehow manage to meet..

N then the year goes by...our friendship..as strong as can be...

And 1 day in January...things change..(I am 21..my promise to my self..my 21^stbirthday that year..following will be the one I'll remember forever..I'll do n get wat I want) nohing fancy..he is different...I ask what..he says...I love you..m like wat..he is like...take ur time..but I wont take a no...

I dunno wat to say...he is not the guy I expected...n yet..he makes me feel warm..n cared for..n lets me be the ram I am..impulsive..crazy..very opinionated ..

I say nothing...I meet him the way I do..but he is different...he now asks for permission to hold my hand..n if I say no..he feels hurt..I resist..I am not sure...but he continues..n then one day..out of the blue..as I am to stand up..to get off the bus..he grabs me and kisses me.. he brakes another rule...steals my first kiss..the 1 I saved for my one..I am like wooo where did that come from..

He doesn't care...this continues..he kisses me..I don't respond...my lips sealed tight..he continues..we meet in -45 degrees C..in the middle of a pond..n he kisses me..persistent as ever...Infact..once I couldn't breathe..n I breathe out in his mouth...making him laugh...that was a first he says...n we laugh...the ice is broken...I hesitantly..give in..n boy was that fun...

4 months later...on my birthday..he wishes me..first once again..and I feel it in my heart..n I say..I love you..he is on cloud 9..

Life's good...n then...its not..his past comes to bite...old jealousy..n other crap...n I break..first time in my life..as I say goodbye to him..I cant sleep alone...my dad is shocked as I go sleep besides him..his daughter who has been sleepin alone since 3..cant sleep alone..I don't talk to him for 3 days..I used to talk to him everyday...no matter wat..

I wanna chop off my hair..cos he liked my long hair so much..n then..a single ring on my home phone ( his way of callin home as I didn't carry a cell phone then..not a fan of those even now.)

I am like y is he calling..I call back..why did u call...he says I didn't...I say then how..he Says dunno...I say meet me..he says..how..I say just meet me...

We meet..I haven't eaten in 3 days..he cant look at me..I hug him..a lone tear falls off his eye..I wipe it off...he is sorry.. I still haven't cried in the 3 days..he tries to feed me..I say no...he requests...usually he orders...I say no..we feed each other..n begin r journey..of repair n renovation..

Its hard...my reactions start surfacing..he takes it..we fight now..but we stay together..

His past creates a lotta drama...a lotta haterd is on its way...families get involved...it was full on drama..but still we stay together..

Life goes on..we enjoy each others company..kiss ..makeout..talk for long hours..and now its time for families ...it goes on...we fight to stay together...the kundli part comes to play...the whole mangalaik crap..

His parents come to Canada(not esp for us btw)...meet my dad to say no...and end up sayin yes...my dad is still a lil iffy bout the guy..cos he knows..he is so diff from me..Cancerian...homebody..sensitive..tenacious..and secretive...n me...m the complete opposite...they don't get along at that point..but now they do...o so much...

Diff cultures clash a lil..where to get married...when to get married..how to get married..get married or not...we come to middle grounds for everything...n I drop outta college..so that I can comply with his families desire to get married soon...finally it happens..sitting in Canada..planning a wedding in India. Less then 5 months...in a city I don't know..Jaipur..n after it all...we finally get married..families get along..the craziness subsides...n we sigh...

And now here I am...married for 3 years..a house..a dog..and a lot more in store..

We r still different..in every aspect..cos our upbringings are different. He is a traditional..punjabi..family bound..religious..polite..and homebody..while I come from an open minded...talk ur mind...do wat u want..independent..gujju family...I am not religious..i am very brash..and loud..I have a heart of a wanderer. And...I love my independence. I am very moody..n I speak the meanest of things..in my high pitched voice..he listens to it..n tells me..he regrets marrying me..I say..I don't like u...n ur not the one..n u ruined my life..n then ..we say something...n we start laughin..he says..I don't forget anything..I say..but I do...I sit on him n beat him up...to make him say I love you..and then we go have food..n life goes on..

Together..we have fun...love our country like mad..dream about everything..and stay like kids...I lean on him a lot..I have never been so dependent on anybody in my life..he..calls me his bachha...n treats me like one..Life's good..Love came in unexpected ways..but never in this time together..have we said..I don't love you..that..we know..will never be the case..

So I guess this is it...my box still means a lot to me..but my reality means more..love..does exist..we just need to allow our heart to let it in..n it mite be in a very diff package form wat u imagined it to be..I fight I wanna run away..but I know..my haven is with him...and for all of u..cynics. Or questioning..gals...have a lil faith..n believe...love is there...in small things..n happy moments..in smiles and in touches..dont give up on it..take inspiration from it n choose to believe in it..cos it's a choice like everything else..to let love in..

Ho gaya...mera chapter khatam...it's the size of an update..but kya kare..once I started I couldn't stop...n after all its about love... n I did forewarn u it will be looong...

N I love love...n I love writing about it..so ya...ab respond back...with equal zest..

Hi Aashna,