Love Actually...
Love' is the lifeline which you grab with both your hands and never let go.
Asad had months to confess to Zoya, that she was the love of his life. He said nothing and now she was leaving for New York. His heart just skipped a beat for the first time when he saw the ethereal beauty at the mazaar. Zoya changed everything in his life. She taught him to smile, love, and live. She became his life.
Asad always found faults in her. One night on seeing the real Zoya changed his perspective of her. Under the moonlight, he saw Zoya, a daughter aching for her parents. When he saw her cry he imagined taking her into a bone crushing hug squeezing all the pain out of her heart. She touched his heart for the first time. They argued, fought, laughed and cried with each other and during these moments silently entered and made a place in each other's heart.
"There are no goodbyes for us. Wherever you are, you will always be in my heart."
Zoya, who had come searching of her abbu, couldn't find him but had found a family in Asad, Dilshad and Najma. Something's are better left unsaid and goodbye is one of them. "Zoya, bacche he is your abbu, Allah will make sure when the time is right you will meet you abbu." Zeenat and Anwar wanted Zoya to return to NY.
Home is where the heart is and Zoya's heart was with, Her Love, Mr. Khan. She did not want to leave but had no choice. Asad loved her, she had seen signs of it but Emotionally Challenged Mr. Khan said nothing. Zoya was a modern girl but even the ultra modern girl would like to be proposed by the man she loves and who loves her. It was Zoya's last night in India. Asad paced in his room thinking of excuses to stop her, excuses, which were not required as his love would do.
As a celebration of Zoya's stay with the Khans, Dilshad planned a family dinner. As planned, Zoya and Asad were left home alone by Najma and Dilshad. Zoya gracefully adorned an admirably gorgeous designer deep red and black embroidered net sari which captured the exuberance of her womanhood in full glory. "Humph!" she grunted, planting her hands on her hips. "Now where could he...?" She glanced towards his room but the lights were off. She searched for him in the entire house and finally came to the back garden. She saw him there sitting in the dark. "Mr. Khan, let's go we are getting late."
Zoya heard a switch being flicked. LED candles lit the route leading her to Asad. Every step she took a light turned on. In the lovely warm amber glow she saw Asad's smile and it warmed her heart. Asad took her to the table and there Zoya saw miniature models of the Mazaar, the place where Asad first saw Zoya and Mangalpur Forest where Asad first realized that he loved Zoya, and that there was no life without her. They were no Taj Mahal but they were a symbol of his love. "Mr. Khan, what's all this?" "You know Miss. Farookhi." "I want to hear it." "I ...wo...actually...I love... actually..." "I wo...love...actually...Kya Mr. Khan?" Zoya was miffed with Asad and was leaving
Asad:
"Chhoti chhoti baaton par takraar kiya karte the,
Chhup chhupkar hum aapko dekha karte the,
Pyar kise kehte hain ye hum jaante bhi na the,
Tabse sirf aapse mohabbat kiya karte hain..."
Zoya turned and she had tears in her eyes and a huge grin on her face. "Miss. Farookhi, kya aapko meri mohabbat qubool hai?" "Allah Miya! What's wrong with you Mr. Khan? Itni se baat kehne mein itni der laga di." She pecked him on the cheek and whispered in his ear, "Qubool hai." Zoya shied and turned away from Asad but he encircled her waist and pulled her close.
Asad:
"Hoton pe muskurahat aur
Sharm se nazrein jhukaaye hain,
Aap hi toh hai jo mera dil
Churaye baithein hain,
Kitni masoom, nadaan aur
Bholi hain aap,
Aapki isi qaatil ada pe toh hum
Dil gawaan baithe hain..."
Zoya:
"Shampoo hai mera Sunsilk,
Shampoo hai mera Sunsilk bath soap hai Dove,
Miss. Farookhi bhi karti hai Mr. Khan se bahut love."
Zoya shyly lowered her eyes but Asad's eyes glinted mischievously. He gifted her, a necklace. It had gold charms; A key with teeth spelling Zoya, A music box with 2 linked hearts and AsYa engraved across them, Empire state building, Eiffel tower, Coffee mug, Running shoes, Handcuffs, A star, Miniature portrait frames of her ammi, family hers and theirs, and an empty frame for her abbu's...They would add charms significant to them as and when they made special memories. All charms were in miniature form but had humongous importance in their life. Asad put the necklace around her neck. For a moment he nuzzled his face in the fragrant softness of her neck, then raised his head to kiss her. His lips met hers with tender pressure. Her arms looped behind his neck and pulled him closer. They surrendered to an urge suppressed for long.
Asad had set a time for the song "Raabta" to play. They slowly swayed to the romantic music, ending up lying next to each other on the hammock. One more gift waited for Zoya. It was a compilation of all the shayris and love notes Asad had written for her but she had never seen. Asad read them to Zoya on her request. Slowly they drifted into sweet sleep in each other's arms.
Zoya:
"Hum saath hanse bahut,
Hum saath roye bahut,
Chalo mohabbat kare itni,
Saari umra pad jaaye kum,
Par kabhi ye na kahe hum
Ki hum saath jeeye bahut..."
Zoya began the morning with a shayari and a kiss on Asad's forehead. It was a new day, a new beginning of Asad and Zoya's long life of togetherness and love...

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Edited by Chahanya - 11 years ago
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