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Love this teenage love story

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Omg a new story I love it

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So asya friends since childhood I guess

Both loved each other but only confessed when asad was leaving to further study

So will their love conquer all

Continue soon

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asad's pov

Gracious girl

I was running late for farhan's walima. Yeah I know he's my college buddy but when life happens responsibility becomes first priority. I had to take najma to fill her college form. Then abbu too was out of town so I had to manage that damn car to get it repair all alone. And now this drive from Bhopal to indore is getting over my head. Thank god! Finally I reached the venue.

It was evening and the whole garden was adorned with lights and dainty curtains. I seriously don't understand how can girls wear those heavy lehenga and all those glimmery jwellery . Well certainly not of my business. I searched for farhan and there he was sat on a garlandified seat specially made for newly wedded couple.

As I headed towards the stage I heard her beautiful laughter. not sure from where that giggling came from I searched for its source. Finally I spotted that girl who was laughing so freely with that musical voice. Her back was to me and I cudn't see her face. She was draped in a pink dupatta adorned in a white blouse and skirt. Then she flung around and her stylishly cut hairs danced with the parallel rhythm with her dupatta. I saw her ascending the stairs of the stage with her girls gang.

I don't know when my steps led me to stage as well. It was like a force which drew me there. It was then when I came to my senses.

"thanku mr. engineer. So finally you made it" farhan taunted with a sarcastic tone yet smiling to the camera. And I made silly excuses till he bought my lies. finally I greeted and gifted the two and made my way downstairs. The glimmer from her shining heels reflected lights on me. She was congratulating the couple on the stage and gave that million dollar smile to that damn lucky camera.huh! great now m jealous of that camera too. Hang on hang on! Did I say jealous? I might be going crazy.

While coming downstairs her dupatta came below the heels and there goes the falling beauty! i don't know why I felt like I shud prevent her from falling.I reached to help her but what I saw next made me roll my eyes.

The girl was smart and she held onto the nearby chair not giving the romeos like me to hold her in their arms. I praised her mentally and glared at myself in the big live screen behind me. I was practically standing there like a fool with my hands and legs positioned such that I was to take part in a race! I regained my composure making sure that no one took notice of me.

My eyes again caught her slim figure making her way in crowd and meeting people with an enthusiastic smile. she moved so gracefully with her skirt dancing along with her. Then I heard her saying

"allah miya! What's wrong with you riya? I know it's ur walima but u know I missed ur sangeet." She pouted cutely.

"I know but u see walima and sangeet are two different functions" riya, farhan's wife tried to make her understand.

"no I don't see.take me as a blind girl." She winked at riya hotly and moved with the other girls. I saw riya sighing defeated. That whole conversation made me curious and I was sure that gracious girl was up to something when all the lights dimmed. i turned around and there she was with another girl making a pose in the centre hall.

Aashiquon me jiska title titanic oo

Aashiqon me jiska title titanic

Muaah kinara dikha kar ke dooba de gaya...

i got her idea of hitting the dance floor on a walima!! Was she serious?

jhalla mera aashiq jhalla walla...

mera balma jhalla walla...

mera jhalla wallah walla...

The music was booming and the two girls moved in accordance with the beats.

Jhalla mera ashiq jhalla walla...

Mera balma jhalla wallah..

I was lost in her every move. How she played with her expressions was so amazing. her dupatta flung and swirled creating a dizziness in my mind . her petite waist moved with a grace full of activeness. I enjoyed watching her like she was a movie...not that I have much interest in movies! I can say that she was like a software site uploading with much colors and designs...m sorry but m an engineer and I love my work so cudn't come out with a better comparison. Well it doesn't mean I love her too...oh wat m I saying? I mentally smacked at my temple.

Humne samjha tha golden jublie jise..

Haaye samjha humne golden jublie jise...

Oh woh to matinee dikha kar ke chuma le gaya...

She winked with that and I literally went flat? I rubbed my forehead.

Jhalla mera ashiq jhalla walla..

Mera balma jhalla walla..

I had to say that she was an excellent dancer. but I hated when other boys hooted. clearly they weren't from a good family background. I cursed them under my breath. The girls dancing too felt awkward and they ended the dance smartly so that the others couldn't guess that the ending was rushed.

Mera jhalla walla haye haye..

Hero ashiq jhalla walla..

Saiyaa balma jhalla walla...aa..a..

I felt sad for them. Coz of these people many girls can't achieve what they want in life. They're always worried about their character and family. Humph!! I guess I shud stop these thoughts before it turns into a mental speech.

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it was pretty late and already many of the guests have left. There was a long table set for dinner on which farhan and his new wife was going to join us. I met many of my old college friends and we exchanged each other's whereabouts. The whole time my eyes searched someone. Okay I admit I was looking for the same girl I'd seen on the stage.

"asad? R u looking for someone?" anshu, my branch mate asked me.

"nope. Just looking around. nice venue" I lied feeling a bit embarrassed. But seriously? That place sucked and I understood the weird glance anshu shot me. I was preparing myself to lie better when she came and sat on the girl's side. Looking at her my mind for some unknown reason went blank. Man! She was so graceful and I've already become a fan of her voice.

I was so lost in her beauty. Unlike other girls she chose to wear a light pendal locket. Her hairs were left open straight and smooth. she wore one wrist watch in one hand .

On further noticing I found that she wasn't a make-up lover. her eyebrows were perfectly arched and darkened. She had put a small silver bindi too on her forehead. Her eyes were kohl lined perfectly and they carried innocence and joy. Her lips were glossy and oh god! I loved the way she smiled. Her chin was always set up indicating that she was one independent woman and she carried elegancy with confidence. Her eyes lowered in respect when an old lady kissed her forehead and wished her that she'll find her life partner soon. the girls gang teased her and she blushed profusely. I smiled cutely but regained my expressionless face becoming aware of my surroundings.But I could sense something else in her eyes too. Was it longing? For whom?

It was then I realized what was I doing? It wasn't my business if she was looking for a man or not. I didn't knew her either and gosh! Why was I checking her out?

But one look at her broke my resolve . she was having fun and man! She talked a lot. I couldn't hear what was she saying but I loved to watch her like that. she occasionally adjusted her dupatta or played with her hairs sometimes .i noticed that she had those dents in her cheeks to die for. Her eyes met mine once but I guess she didn't took notice. She even didn't looked at me again. And seriously why wud she? Afterall she didn't know me either.She was beautiful so it might be the case that she already have someone in her life and she was not at all interested in a mr. glance shooter like me. But then again it was somehow not acceptable to me that she was having someone and I asked out of curiosity.

"anshu who's that?" I pretended to be cool but my heart was really beating on an exciting note.

"who? That pink one?" he asked and continued when I nodded.

"I forgot her name but she's some friend of farhan's wife. Well! I think u shudn't try at this one."

"who said I was interested. I just asked out of nowhere. By the way why do u think I shudn't try?" I asked him narrowing my eyes at him.

"bcoz she turned those losers down.unh! that was obvious but can u imagine someone turning down ricky?" he motioned towards the last benchers of our class and then towards ricky who was surely pissed off in the corner.

I chuckled at his state "serves him good. At least now he knows what those girls felt when he treated them as use and throw pens."

Anshu laughed along with me. Finally we were done with the dinner and farhan escorted us to rooms as there was no way any of us was going back home at this late at night.

I casted a long glance at the girl which was my centre of attention the whole evening.

"asad u coming?" anshu called me

"yeah" I went with anshu but my mind was still blocked with her images.

All night in our room I kept playing and replaying her in my mind. She was a total unknown personality for me but what was that force which keeps my mind dragging towards her? Her eyes were so much familiar to me. Some connection was there but I couldn't get myself to admit that she attracted me. Why?

Coz I guess I still love zoya. Yes zoya is everything to me. 10 years back we were separated due to my selection in engineering institute and I had to leave for gwallior. I loved her since a very long time but when it was time for me to leave she came running and confessed her feelings. That night was the most beautiful night for me and I can have one like that only when I get her back. Ofcourse we were connected via facebook but I don't know why she quit it after I left. I never had enough courage to ask my sister about her becoz of the unnecessary question that wud arise. I don't wanted to make it difficult for zoya if she was living there in Bhopal. But when my 4 years got completed and I returned with the hope of meeting her she wasn't there. We didn't had each other's contact numbers too.

Then I felt what zoya must have felt when I left. Yes I totally understood why she left for she had career dreams too. I wasn't the only one. I was sure she wouldn't be an engineer but was clueless what if not engineer? We never talked on this topic and I had no idea what were her aspirations.

When there was a locality function I got to know from humairah that zoya was an artist. Sketching and painting was her thing. she was in Kolkata then. I was happy to know that she followed her dreams. Oh I forgot to tell u all that humairah is my love's li'll sister. She also told me that zoya keeps moving from one place to another and is highly busy at the peak point of her career. She visited home just one month before I returned. So that was all I knew about zoya 6 years back from now. 6 years have passed and our path never matched. The former 3 years I was in banglore and zoya must've visited her home but sadly we couldn't met.

Then the latter months till now I stayed at Bhopal and worked there itself. But tell me if I should be proud of my darn fate? zoya's family has shifted to indore and there was no way we cud meet and talk. I tried the google search and what not to contact her. But I failed everytime. Her personal contact number was never disclosed. I wonder if she'd ever tried finding my number? May be she was trying but how would she know in what company I worked? Then again she would have known by her sister that I was back in Bhopal and she could ask for my home number in order to talk with najma. She might have. Who am I to judge her? Maybe she tried but I wasn't at home. i didn't had enough courage to question my abbu if the farooqi's called?

And while debating this god knows when I drifted to sleep.

The morning hustle bustle of workers and guests woke me up and I found myself on the bed of an old room. i realized that I came on walima of farhan. Anshu walked out of washroom.

"hey good morning asad! All urs"he said indicating towards the washroom.

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All ready and cool I was dressed in my jeans and shirt. I played with my car keys and whistled while heading towards my car. i was just about to reverse my car when I saw that gracious girl again in my rear view mirror. this time she was in a blue jeans and grey tank top. What a combination! Her hairs were tied in a messy bun and she was carrying her heels in her hands. She hailed a cab and was out of sight the next moment.

Hmm... she was cool and elegant too. How well and lady like girl was she when I saw her last night. and now in the morning she was messy and looked tired. I guess the girls didn't get much sleep due to their chatting habit. Where she went? Might be she lived here in indore!

Oh shit! I was in indore and how sad I can't meet zoya! But I can call najma and ask her where are the farooqi's residing. I called at home.

"hello? Bhaijaan guess what? I got the admission!" najma yelled in excitement and I had to keep away the phone from my ears. But I was happy and proud of my li'll tamatar.

"congrats tamatar! Wat did ammi abbu say?"

"they're so happy and we all want you here asap. Abbu is taking us to family dinner."

"oh! That's great" I sensed my plan of visiting the farooqi's almost sinking.

"yes it is! Bhaijaan pls you prepare to head here now so that u can reach here on time. u'll need some rest too coz of continuous driving. Pls okay coz I don't want you yawning at dinner and also when ur tired u ignore all of us and gets busy with ur sound vanishing headphones!" najma complained and I smiled at how much she cares for me. I can surely quit meeting the farooqi's for now to fulfill my tamatar's grand dinner.

"okay then I'll be there in 4 hrs." I disconnected the call and buckled my seat belt. it was time to go back to Bhopal. But indore seemed so nice to me. I don't know whether it was the feeling that maybe zoya was in the same city or that atleast her family which was related to her lived there. Maybe it was that girl I met? No it can't be! I love zoya and there cannot be anyone else. But that girl is so stubborn! She's is just not ready to leave my mind. Well maybe if I leave indore she wudn't have her effect on me. I know I'm being silly coz it's not some curse which wud only follow me in indore! I know that girl is having her magical control over my mind but for god's sake I don't know her! Asad u better leave. I took out my half blue heart from under my shirt and kissed it.

"she might have control over my mind but my heart is all zoya's. she's the one who cud capture it. She's the one who has half of it. I love you zoya and I miss you" I sighed longingly and started the car getting myself ready for a 4 hr journey.

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Okay m stopping here. I know I dragged it horribly! I'm not satisfied either but pls have mercy and don't bash here.

You can throw the chappals,stones ar anything. Well actually u practically can't 🤣

But still I'll appreciate if BY CHANCE I get some good comments.😃

Let me know how u all like it and m so sorry if u all feel that I inserted yet another song in it.but I can't help it since it was walima!!!!

Though I don't know if walima par naach-gana hota he ya nahi 🤪

And yes m shameless 😆 so I'll say that pls hit like people...even if u don't like it. I promise I'll give the next update better than this!!!

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