AsYa FF| ~Woh Actually Thread 2~ Part 11 on page 124 - Page 57

pinny my mom says dat people who talk lie about others will not hav food to eat in future
so dont lie about me

Ur mom says truuth so apply on yourself n dont lie u know berry ur evil so accpet it warna food nahi milega...
Aur me tera strawberry shake bana ke pee jaunga haha rofl

Originally posted by: --SH7_Sunny--

Ur mom says truuth so apply on yourself n dont lie u know berry ur evil so accpet it warna food nahi milega...
Aur me tera strawberry shake bana ke pee jaunga haha rofl

i m good girl wont think bad about others
try if u can drink milkshake of strawberry

Arey i am also good boy n i also dont think bad of others berry.
No really today i will drink milk with strawberry crush haha

Originally posted by: --SH7_Sunny--

Arey i am also good boy n i also dont think bad of others berry.
No really today i will drink milk with strawberry crush haha

drink
it wont digest 😆

Hello sheeloo :D

Originally posted by: MisHumptyDumpty

Hello sheeloo :D

Me wants a Watermelon Crush :D

Originally posted by: --starstruck--

tu mujhe crush karegi

haha Anku also wants a crush...
I now also want watermelon crush with strawberry crush besides

Originally posted by: CHOCOSWATHI

drink
it wont digest 😆

why u think u wont digest
i will drink n in sumeer's i drink only cold milk with different cursh n one of is u also haha
strawberry crush will be good for today... Ab tere milkshake pee jaunga me berry

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Part 10 - Mehendi

"Damn, damn, damn, damn! You are a colossal fool Zoya. Who the hell tries to iron such a heavy dupatta by herself?" Zoya cursed herself and held her dupatta which had a large gaping hole, the shape of the ironing machine. She felt the dupatta of her suit had some creases and so proceeded to iron them out herself. Oh how wrong she was!

Dilshad walked inside the room to see Zoya sitting on the bed with her head hung low and her hand clutching the dupatta tightly. She walked towards Zoya and ran her hand lovingly through her hair. Zoya looked up to see her phupi standing and tried to smile a little.

"What happened beta?"

Zoya simply showed her the damaged dupatta and threw it on the floor. Dilshad smiled and said,

"That's the only problem? Come with me." She held Zoya's hand and led her to her room. Zoya followed confused. Dilshad walked inside her room and asked Zoya to sit on the bed while she rummaged in her closet.

"Phupi what are you searching?" Zoya asked but got no reply. Her phupi was too busy finding something. She soon got what she wanted and came near Zoya handing it to her. Zoya opened the neatly folded piece of clothing to see it was an exquisite, heavily embroidered dupatta. Pink in colour with diamonds and sequins work of copper she immediately fell in love with it and what more it matched with her white and hot pink suit.

"You want me to wear it?" she asked while still eyeing the beautiful dupatta.

"Of course, why else will I give it to you? You know Zoya I always loved designing stuff and this dupatta was something I had made long back. I know the design is a little old and hardly anyone now wears clothes with zari embroidery so you can refuse to wear it."

"Are you kidding me? This is so beautiful why wouldn't I wear it? I love it!" she squealed and hugged her. Dilshad laughed her childlike behaviour and kissed her forehead. Zoya went out mumbling something about finding the matching jewellery to go with it. Dilshad smiled thinking about the dupatta she had designed and specially made for her future daughter-in-law.

oOo

"Asad, Ayaan and I are leaving we need to go to your khala's house to get Najma ready and then we'll come together. You stay here and come with Zoya."

Asad groaned at the thought of staying with Zoya, they hadn't talked properly about, er, stuff and he didn't think he was ready to do it.

"Ammi how about I drop you to khala's place and Ayaan stays here and comes with Zoya." He suggested, Dilshad's face fell.

"No ways bhaijaan I need to meet Humai- I mean Khala. She is so sick and she is so fond of me right, so, er, I mean, I should go and even you will get some time with your best friend so, bye!" he walked out of the door before listening to Asad's reply. He somehow covered his slip of tongue even though everyone already knew his affection for Humaira, his khala's only daughter and they knew why he jumped at the opportunity of going there.

Dilshad too left soon after, sighing in relief. Asad on the hand didn't know what to do? Should he continue to be indifferent or should he try to talk to her, he opted for the former. He sat on the couch tapping his feet as he waited for Zoya to come out. After what seemed like hours to Asad but had only been 10 minutes in reality he couldn't wait anymore being the impatient person that he is and stood outside her door knocking at it impatiently. Zoya who was struggling to zip up her dress thought it was phupi outside.

"Phupi can you come inside for a minute? I need your help. It's urgent." She shouted.

Asad was going to reply that it wasn't phupi outside but Zoya cut him off before he could reply.

"Phupi please I need your help with this thing."

Not knowing what help she needed, Asad walked inside the room only to stop in his tracks as he saw her with her back facing him, her hands trying to reach for the zip at the back. Her creamy white back was exposed and although Asad knew he needed to turn back or at least close his eyes he just couldn't. Instead he started walking towards her as if in a trance. Zoya was oblivious to his presence; she heard the door open and thought it was phupi. Asad stood behind her and lifted his hand to reach for the zip and touched her exposed back accidently. He inhale deeply as the familiar feminine smell of jasmine and roses filled his senses and he leaned in unconsciously. It was like he was under a spell.

Zoya felt not soft hands of her phupi but rough manly ones and she smelled the sharp smell of men's cologne. She gasped audibly and turned around to see Asad standing there looking quiet dazed. She lowered her eyes and felt her cheeks turn crimson but she shook her head and looked at Asad.

"What are you doing here?" she wanted to sound angry but the voice that came out was soft and little, husky. She pulled her dress up her neck and held it there to stop it from riding down again.

"W-woh actually, you wanted help... woh..." he stammered.

"Yes, can you call Phupi? The zip seems to be stuck."

"Ammi is not at home. No one is. She went to pick up Najma and will meet us directly in the hall." He said. "Do you want me to help?" he added later. He didn't know what made him say that but he did. Zoya had no other option but to agree and she turned back, closing her eyes. Asad touched the zip and tried to pull it up also trying to not touch her back but Zoya was right, the zip was stuck in a loose thread he had no other option but to bend and bite off the thread. Zoya gasped when she felt his hot breath on her back and his lips grazing her smooth skin just lightly, not touching fully yet enough to send shivers down her spine. Asad bit off the thread and proceeded to pull the zip, the zip moved effortlessly. He pushed her hair aside to zip up the remaining distance and took a step back once he was done.

"I'll be waiting outside." He mumbled and walked out and it was only then that Zoya let out her breath she didn't know she was holding. She placed her hand on her erratically beating heart as if trying to calm it down. She looked at the mirror and was shocked to see herself. Her face was flushed and she was blushing. Zoya Farooqui was blushing. She touched her cheeks and vowed to not tell this incident to Amrin or she was going to be teased for the rest of her life. She donned the dupatta that her phupi had given her and surprisingly felt happy wearing it, she caressed the diamonds on the dupatta and blushed again, she didn't know why.

oOo

Asad and Zoya reached the venue to see Dilshad, Ayaan and Najma already there. After a lot of surprise gasps and "Oh-My-God" from Najma at knowing the woman she met in the mall was the very same Zoya they walked inside trying to mingle with the guests they knew while Zoya was checking all the preparations. Zoya was carrying the tray of mehendi when Amrin's mother took it from her and asked her to bring Amrin down instead.

Everyone was busy chatting and meeting guests when a hush fell over the hall as Zoya led Amrin down the stairs. Dressed in an orange lehenga with different shades of pink she looked nothing less than stunning. She was beautiful no one could deny that, with her pale complexion, enchanting eyes and dazzling smile she made a sight to behold and yet all Asad could see was the girl beside her. Zoya dressed in a white and pink suit, trying not to steal the thunder from Amrin looked more gorgeous to him even though he had already seen her but the lights and the glittering and the happiness on her face for her best friend left him smiling and mesmerized. He always knew his Zoya would turn into a beautiful woman and yet he couldn't help be bowled over by her sheer beauty. At this moment as he looked at her while she sat beside Amrin laughing at something that the girls said and teasing Amrin at the same time, he forgot all their past fights and misunderstandings, all he knew was this was Zoya his best friend, the very same and yet so different. Yes she was different now, his Ammi was right people do change and so she had yet he couldn't bring himself to hate her. He knew she was hurt and was probably still hurting, the look on her face as he called her by her real name was the indicator of the anguish she was still going through, the sadness which had engulfed her twenty years back and was still dominating the real Zoya. This person that she showed to be was merely a facade and he wished to bring his Zoya back from the abyss that she was in. He could no longer blame her or be angry at her for silly petty issues, he could not waste his time fighting and yet at the same time he could not risk coming close to her, and the only way to do that is by pushing her away.

He was broken out of reverie when he felt Ayaan grip his shoulder while he laughed at something that one of the ladies said to Rehaan as Rehaan sulked and quietly walked out of the hall. Obviously he wasn't allowed, he would only come inside to find his name once Amrin's mehendi was dried and washed off. The function started with lots of singing and more teasing. When the time time came to hide her to-be husband's name Amrin wanted Zoya to do that. Zoya took the cone from the lady and smirked.

"Rehaan miyan will not be able to search the name. Amrin think of an expensive gift to ask from your fiance." She chuckled and proceeded to write his name in beautiful calligraphy hiding it in between a flowery pattern making it look like a design.

Once Amrin's mehendi was completed the other guests too started getting their hands beautifully decorated. The room smelled of henna and Zoya inhaled deeply. She always loved the smell of mehendi.

"Zoya beta you also go and get mehendi applied on your hands." Khadija, Amrin's mother said.

"Aunty I have a lot of stuff to do I'll need my hands free."

"I don't care if you get only a flower drawn on your hands but I don't want to see your hands bare." Zoya rolled her eyes and went towards the lady applying mehendi. Amrin saw her approaching and quickly whispered something in the lady's ear. The lady smiled and nodded at her. Zoya saw the little exchange and raised her eyebrow; Amrin simply shrugged and blew on her hand trying to dry it off quicker.

The lady's hands moved with ease drawing intricate patterns on her hands and Amrin kept Zoya busy in talking about random stuff not letting her see the designs.

Once Amrin's mehendi was dried she went to wash it off and Rehaan was finally called inside to search his name carefully hidden in the intricately drawn patterns. After a lot of tries and even some subtle hints he still couldn't find the name and he accepted defeat. Zoya laughed and walked towards the bathroom to wash her mehendi. As she wiped her hands with the towel and looked at her orange palms she gasped when she saw Asad's name written in Urdu. She fingered the design and tried to remember how the lady knew about the name that's when she remembered Amrin whispering something to the lady.

"Amrinnn!" she said her name angrily but smiled again looking at his name, on her hand.

XXX

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A/N - Yaay I finally updated. Before you ask my exams went well, I hope I get good marks! So yes here's the surprise, it's a Video Mix made by my dearest darlingest sweetest friend Ayesha and I love her for this. Yes some scenes are not in sync with my FF and there some scenes missing but this is the closest representation of my FF after all I can't re-create the scenes right? This VM was made simply because Woh Actually was going to be Ankie's movie and since we can't make a movie a VM was a closest to making a movie. This VM was uploaded on Facebook due to copyrights issue on YT so if you can't see the link or the FB page then I'm extremely sorry I feel really bad since I'm an illiterate with such stuff.

Please do comment about this chaoter and also about the VM if you could see it! Those who are not on FB and can't see the video I wish there could be some other way to upload it! If anyone can help me with that then plz PM me.

@Jules - Haa now you got some sexual tension there?

Love,

Sadie! 😃