Hello, all of you! 😃
I know how disappointed and upset everyone is with the exit of KSG. Even I am. But this idea just came in my mind and I decided to pen it down to distract myself from the whole news. I wish Karan the best of luck for his future projects. I shall continue to be his loyal fan. As for Raquesh, best of luck! Hope you get all the love you deserve! But Karan will always be Asad in my heart! <3
I know I was supposed to continue my TS- Je T'aime. But not really in the mood to write an erotica at the moment!
Coming to the point, this might be a two shot or three shot. Depends on the response and the length of the chapters! This is inspired by some real life experiences. A few friends shared some instances with me and along with my own personal instances; I decided to write it down! Hope you all enjoy it! So here I present to you- Attractions, Confessions & much more...
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This one is dedicated to Perfectionist2, a.k.a. Juliet! Love you loads! You are one amazing person 🤗
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Clad in a purple chiffon saree with intricate gold borders, paired with a black blouse, she checked herself in the mirror for the 15th time, wondering if she looked fine. She was wearing a saree for the second time in her lifetime, after her farewell which was 5 years ago. She was scared that she might fall or make a fool of herself. She cursed her Appi and Jeeju for forcing her to wear a saree. What was the need! Huh' she huffed! Anwar Jeeju was hosting an Eid party for family and colleagues and he got a saree for his wife and for his beautiful Zoya, Zoya Farooqui! She applied a coat of light pink lip gloss and proceeded towards the door after making sure she looked fine! She had a weird feeling about today but ignoring it, she moved towards the stairs..
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He entered the party in a black suit teamed up with a purple shirt. He followed his father, Rashid Ahmed Khan and greeted a certain Mr.Anwar, who was his company's new client. He looked around the house and he was mighty impressed by the decors. Impressive. Whoever did the interiors has a great choice', he thought.. After politely greeting Anwar's wife, he moved towards a secluded area and called up his brother, Ayaan.
'Ayaan, where the hell are you? Can you ever reach on time?'
'Asad bhaijaan, just 5 minutes. Before you ask, Najma took too much to get ready.'
'Argh! Girls! Whatever it is, get your ass here in 5 minutes. You know I hate parties.'
'Bhaijaan, you are one masterpiece. Almost there.. Bye! Check out some girls till then..'
He heard some chuckling sounds and he was sure Najma laughed at Ayaan's last statement. Before he could think of a comeback, Ayaan cut the call. Stupid boy', he muttered under his breath. Ayaan was his younger brother and Najma was his sister. He looked up to spot his parents in the gathering and smiled at the beautiful scene infront of his eyes. His dad getting a scolding from his mom, Dilshaad in a corner. He smiled when his dad pouted and gave a puppy look to his mom and immediately Dilshaad smiled and went to join the ladies. He smiled at the thought of his crazy yet loving family. He couldn't imagine a day without him and he did not even want to. Shuddering at the thought, he looked around for familiar faces and his eyes fell on the girl who just walked down the staircase. He immediately realized that it was the same girl who he was attracted when he saw her for the first time, at Nikhat and Imran's wedding. As she made her way to speak to Anwar, he couldn't help but recall the memory of that day...
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Asad stepped out of the car, after making sure that he had Nikhat's favourite chocolates. He knew she would be angry at him for being late. He was caught up in a meeting but he couldn't miss Nikhat's sangeet for anything. Though late, he made his way to the venue. Nikhat was his phuphi Shireen's daughter and he always shared a special relation with him as she didn't have a real brother and always looked up at Asad as her bhaijaan.
Asad hated wedding functions but when Nikhat requested him so sweetly, he couldn't refuse. He made his way into the hall and looked for Nikhat. He spotted her in the centre of the room, with her hands spread out and the ladies applying henna on her hands. She looked so pretty in a peacock blue lehenga and a wide grin on her face. Her grin soon turned into a glare as soon she spotted Asad. Asad quickly made his way and apologized, after feeding her the chocolates.
He looked around for Najma and saw her pulling a girl onto the dance floor. Weird', he thought. The girl's back was facing him and she was wearing a baby pink anarkali suit. He turned around to look for Ayaan and that is when the horrible wedding music started playing. He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose when he heard the lyrics of the song.. 'Sapne mein milti hai'
'Oh God! Whats up with the wedding songs', he thought. He again turned around to go and stop Najma from dancing on such stupid songs. But before he could take a step, his eyes fell on her. She was the same girl who Najma pulled on the dance floor. Asad could not take his eyes off her, she looked so ethereal in Indian wear and the colour suited her really well. 'Mashallah', he thought. He saw her dancing and immediately fell in love with the way she danced. Never in the 26 years of his life, did he ever notice a girl but today, this girl evoked some weird feelings in his heart. He couldn't notice how happy she looked and how much at ease she was, while dancing. She went on to pull his mother, his phuphi and other relatives on the dance floor and made sure everyone was happy and dancing. This sweet gesture of hers evoked a very warm feeling in his heart. He wanted to know who she was, what her name was , but before he could proceed..
'Bhaijaan, aap yahan? Dance kyun dekh raho ho? Ladkon ki party toh bahar chal rahi hai..' And Ayaan pulled him away..
He looked for her on Nikhat's nikaah, but she was nowhere to be seen. He overheard his mom and sister talking about a certain Zoya was such a lovely girl and how she could not attend the Nikaah due to family problems. He also heard that she was Nikhat's childhood friend and moved to New York to complete her studies and was here on vacations but had to return back. On hearing this, he moved towards his room and decided to not think about the girl he saw. That was the first and last time he saw her..
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'Bhaijaan? Bhaiiijaaan? BHAIJAAN?' Ayaan literally shook Asad after calling out thrice. Asad immediately broke out of his thoughts.
'What Ayaan? Why did you have to shout in my ear?'
'Because you were too busy smiling about something. Kya baat hai, bhaijaan? Batao naa.. Who was the hot chick?' ;)
'Shut up, Ayaan'
'Asad, Ayaan, idhar aaoo.', Rashid called out.
'Ji abbu?'
'Anwar se toh tum mil hi chuke ho... inse milo. Ye hai Zoya. Zoya Farooqui. Anwar's sister-in-law.'
When Asad turned towards the person whose introduction his Abbu just gave, he was shocked. She was the same girl.. He thanked his stars and quickly greeted her, with a smile, 'Salaam.'
'Salaam. Jeeju told me about his new project with your company', she said, trying to make a conversation.
Before he could answer, Najma ran towards Zoya and took her in a hug. "Oh my god! Zoyaaa! YOU ARE HEREE! We missed youuu. Nikhat baji's sangeet was so much fun. You should have been there for the Nikaah too. Oh, how stupid of me. Did you meet my Bhaijaan? Asad Ahmed Khan"
"So, you are Dilshaad Phuphi's son, Asad? Pleasure meeting you..", she said!
And this is how it all began...
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This part was mostly from Asad's POV. The next one will be from Zoya's. Also, clearing out a thing. Asad thinks that Zoya did not notice him during Nikhat's sangeet. But the truth shall come out soon! 😆
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