Chapter-4
The next morning Zoya woke up... stretching her arms out, taking in the new environment, unlike her bedroom in New York, then is when did she realise, that she was in Bhopal, for her marriage. Zoya immediately sat up on her bed, when she realised that they all are going to have breakfast together... And finally it is the day, when she is going to finally meet Asad... A fond smile crept up her face. Getting inside her Washroom, freshening up and then taking a bath, Zoya came out of the washroom in her bathrobe, until her knees, and a towel draped up on her head, soaking the fresh water droplets from her hair. Picking out a pair of Jeans and Shirt out of her bag, when her mother came in. Her mother gasped in horror...
Ammi: Ye pehnogi Zoya?
Z: Ji ammi... Main yahi toh pehenti hoon roz...
A: Par beta, ab tumhari shadi hone wali hai...
Z: Toh kya hua Ammi, shadi ka matlab apni har aadat ko badalna toh nahin hota na?
A: Wo theek hai beta. Par shaadi ka maahaul hai, dono taraf ke mehmaan aa-jaa rahe hain beta... It doesn't look good. Once you meet Asad, and talk to him about this and get married, wear anything that suits your choice ok?
Z(Nodding) : Ji Ammi... Waise mujhe Salwaar-Kurte se koi aitraaz nahi hai... Bohot hee khoobsurat Libaas(Dress) hai... It's just that, I did not wear it often in NY na...
A(Side hugging her): Aadat ho jaayegi beta... Har dress ki apni khaasiyat hai. Sirf humne kyuki wo zyada pehna nahi hai, does not make it a bad dress... hai na? You can easily manage your dresses, what you want to wear... But! After marriage... For this one month, do as per the traditions are...
Zoya smiled at her mother, and then looked for some traditional dress, when her mother took out a dress for her out of her bag...
A: Ye lo... Ye kuch dresses hain jo maine khaas tumhare liye lit hi... Aaj ye pehno...
Her Ammi gave her an Anarkali suit... A perfect White suit, with broad baby pink borders, and the same baby pink colour embroidery motifs of flowers done all over the frock, and a beautiful, broad net white and pink dupatta with it, with a baby pink pyjama... For once Zoya kept looking at the dress, and without any hesitation uttered a "Wow!!! Ammi this is so beautiful..." Her mother hugged her, and then left her in the room to change for herself.
Zoya simply placed the frock at her front and stood in front of the mirror, to see how it would look on her, and she was herself mesmerised... Putting on the entire dress on her Zoya looked again in the mirror and smiled to herself. She was putting on her earrings very intently, when her Aapi came into the room, seeing her getting dressed up, though for the first time yet, very elegant, and so lost in her own world, that she did not see her Aapi come. To make her presence know, Aapi started singing, teasing her little sister- "Sajna hai mujhe Sajna ke liye.." Zoya jolted out of her thoughts at the sudden voice, and then blushed hard... her sister knew her heart very much... Thats too hard to hide, she thought... Zaina helped her getting ready, with the ongoing leg pulling on...
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Asad has just tied up his tie, and was wearing his office coat, when Dilshaad came inside, and shrieked looking at her son...
D: Tum jaa rahe ho Asad? Maine kaha tha na we are going to have breakfast with them. Uske baad hee tum jaaoge... Tum office kyu jaa rahe ho Asad? Kyu?
Dilshaad was already panicking... Her son although was a very-very nice guy, yet was a workaholic, any occasion, come what may, his work, his meetings, all were attended, and the sinking feeling in her heart, that Asad won't go and meet Zoya today, and that meant, a disappointed girl today... She had so many hopes for the next day... Even if she did not say, her eyes spoke volumes... Dilshaad was much panicked.
Asad was exasperated with his mother's undue panicking... She massaged his temple slowly, to bring down his own temper... How to explain his mother that he too wants to meet her... But her too many emotions were not letting him do what he wanted to, and so, slowly he muttered-
A: Relax Ammi...
D: Relax? Asad? Zoya ke ghar wale sab naashte par tumhara intezaar kar rahe hain, and yahan tum office jaa rahe ho?
A: Ammi, main office nahin jaa raha hoon...
D: Toh phir? Koi meeting hai baahar?
A; Nahin ammi... Main unhi logon ke ghar chal raha hoon aap logon ke saath, isi liye tayyar ho raha hoon... Par aap hain ki chillaye jaa rahi hain... un logon se meri first meeting hai na? Toh I shouldn't look messy...
Dilshaad shook her head as in giving up, and letting out a sigh...
D: Ya Allah! Iss ladke ka main kya karoon?
A(Adjusting his tie): Kyu Ammi...? Ab maine kya kiya?
D: Asad, beta, ye koi office meeting nahi hai, and they are not your clients... They are your in-laws... Look a little relaxed and at home... Is it always necessary to look like a businessman?
Asad was getting irritated...
A: Ammi aap hee bata dijiye mai kya pehnoon?
Dishaad went to his wardrobe, and took out a spotless White Pyjama-Kurta...
D: Hmmm... Ye lo... ye pehno aaj... And plz don't put on that stupid gel too much on ur hair... Let them be as they are... Champoo lagoge nahi toh...
Dilshaad giggled and went out of his room, to let him change in...
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Asad, Najma, Rashid, Dishaad, and Rashid's mother,ie. Asad's grandmother, holding Dilshaad's hand walked in to the door of the Villa in which the Farooquis were staying. Zoya's parents and Aapi-Jeeju welcomed them with full honour. Zaina climbed up the stairs to Zoya's room, as if she has springs under her feet, opened the door to her room, finding her combing her straight hair, when Zaina huffing said- "Wo log aa gaye... And My God!!! Asad... Allah ne bhi usey fursat se banaya hai... Mashallah! Itne acche lag rahe hain na..."... Zoya wasn't actually listening... There was a dreamy look on her face... And a mesmerised smile too...
When she got down, she gave salaam to one and all, bending her head in front of Asad's daadi, asking her blessings, who lovingly put her hand on her head, and kissed on her hair- "Jeeti raho beta...", the old lady smilingly said... Zoya did not lift her eyelids for once in front of anyone, to see who Asad was. She felt some flutters in her stomach and her heartbeats ran abnormally... She placed all the food and all on the dining table, when Zaina mumbled to her- "Asad yahan nahi hai Zoya, why are you turning pink?" Zoya immediately looked around the hall, to find everyone, except Asad, as he had some call, and was talking over the phone in the balcony, as told by Zaina to Zoya...
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Asad ended the call, and kept the phone back in his pocket of the kurta, when his mind went back to the moment he had looked upstairs to find a girl in a while Anarkali suit coming out, not more than a glimpse of her dress he had taken when the phone rang, and he had to rush out. Smiling with Anticipation, he entered the hall again, to find the same girl standing near the table, while rest of the families were sitting on the chairs around the table... He looked at her, and she too got caught looking at him... There was an unmistakable eye lock... Say for a few seconds, both drowning into the handsomeness and beauty respectively... No doubt, how good they sounded on call, they looked even better... Their few second eye-locks were broken by Rashid's clearing his throat to gain their attention...
R: Aap dono aise hee khade rahenge ya Naashta bhi karenge?
Both Asad and Zoya were nonplussed, as there wasn't any seat for them to sit around the table... Seeing their confused looks, Dilshaad gave away a cute laugh... standing up and coming to them,
D: Aap dono ka breakfast backyard mein laga diya hai... Go ahead, take the privacy to talk and have your breakfast... Go...
Both gave a thankful look at her, and then they were escorted to the backyard, where their breakfast table laid beautifully...
Asad closed the door behind him, that closed the back yard from rest of the house, and then both with slow steps went to the table... Asad pulled a chair for her and then with the huskiest voices said- "Baithiye..."... Zoya's brain had stopped giving her any prudent idea, so she decided to go with the flow... Neatly putting her frock together, she sat down on the chair... Asad took the chair in front of her on the circular table, looking into her beautiful eyes, while Zoya looking for a second at him, drooped down her eye lashes...
Both did not know exactly, how to start, they weren't full with the silly adoration and admiration that they had, looking at each other...
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