New AsYa FF : The Truth (BANNER POSTED| 20th September) - Page 7

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CHAPTER : 3

A new day, a new hope; a new chance to fulfil what left unfinished yesterday. Every morning bring a new beginning with it. With the morning, the sleeping livelihood comes alive. The calm, soundly atmosphere of the night is replaced by a hustle bustle of traffic, busy people rushing towards their destination, small children rushing into schools. The whole city woke up to embrace the new chance All mighty had showered upon them.

In this busy road of Bhopal, a shiny black coloured SUV zoomed off and halted in front of a multi-storey building, the golden coloured craved letters on the building tell us that its Dilshad construction. The door of the car opens and a well built figure of a man entered in the building. Security guard wishes him a good morning'; nodding to him he marched forward to the lift. At some floor of the building, a man stands near the lift, waiting it to be opened. He is visibly nervous, reason? Only known to him. The lift door opened to reveal Asad.

"Good morning Sir", the man wishes Asad, justifying his nervousness. The strong persona of Asad can make anyone nervous by his one look. So it's natural for the employees to be nervous.

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Asad Ahmed Khan, owner of Dilshad Construction, an arrogant, hot headed, strict personality. He has bagged the award of youngest successful businessman this year. He is traditional, true to his religion. He is healthiness freak, and has a thing for black and bitter coffee. He has looks to die for, he very well knows the attention he gets from the opposite sex but never shows any interest in them. He has a small family which he loved very much and can do anything for them. But he is emotionally challenged, so he can't show his affection without being uncomfortable.

Hey don't get any wrong idea, he is still a bachelor!

And lastly, he is cleanliness freak! Yes, he can't stand a small speck of dust in his belongings and he needs all the things perfectly placed on its place, not a single inch away. He loves to work and work and work and work and...ok I think u guys got it.

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"Good morning Prasad. Any news from the delegates?" Asad wishes back to his assistant.

"Yes sir. The agreed to meet for lunch today at 2:00pm." Prasad replied. They walked into Asad's cabin.

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Prasad Choubey, Asad's assistant, or you can say right hand man. Without him Asad would have faced more difficulty to handle everything single handily. Of course he never admits that, but action speaks louder. Prasad knows this too well. He is truly dedicated to his work, and he has his own way to deal with any problem.

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After informing the necessary details of the meeting and set a venue of it, Prasad took his leave to do the arrangements leaving Asad alone. His eyes drifted towards the file from yesterday, the deal which he successfully managed to bag yesterday. Talking about yesterday, a pleasant memory of airport pop in his mind, though now it's not pleasant for him. Yes he was thinking about the lady from the airport throughout the day and night, much to his annoyance. But there is something about her laughter and posture which he cannot forget. The little dent which formed as she laughed had totally captured his heart and mind. He tried million times to forget the memory but whenever he closes his eyes the laughing figure appears in front of him, failing miserably at the job. He knows it's not appropriate and tried to divert his mind.

He finally managed to divert his mind and concentrate in his work. After sometime his phone rang, breaking his concentration. He checked the caller ID. A gentle smile broke in his lips. He answered the phone,

"..."

"Walekum assalam. Bolo kya bat hai?" Asad replied.

"..."

Hearing the reply Asad chuckled a little, "Acha pahele shant ho jao. Jo tum dhund rahe ho wo tumhe badi masjeed ke samnewale bazaar mein mil jayega. Aur baki ke list mujhe bhej sakto ho mai le jaunga. Khush?"

"..."

"Mujhe pata hai, mai pura koshis karunga aane ki, tum fikar mat karo. Aur sabke dhyan rakhna. Allah hafiz"

"..."

He cut the call and sighed shaking his head, remembering the conversation, "Some things never changes." He murmured. He got up from his chair and moved to stand near the ceiling length window, overlooking the busy city, he thought about how to manage what he planned for tomorrow. Tomorrow is a big day of his life, it's his sister's nikah, and like all brother he is tensed about his sister's future. Though he has personally done background check of the dulhe miyan, but the brotherly fear is still there. He has talked to his sister again and again if she is happy and confirmed for the nikah, finding her genuinely happy. Still giving away his sister is really a tough job, he only wishes best for his sister. He looked upwards mentally praying the same now too.

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SIDIQQUI MAQNSION:

Early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise. Oh really? Who says that! Well at least for our Zoya madam the reaction is like that only. Well from a sleepy head and late riser like Zoya you can expect only that. So as usual the morning is not yet started for Zoya when half of the city is on the street of busy Bhopal making their way to their destination.

Unlike Zoya everyone in the house is running all over to finish the remaining works for the big day ahead. Today is Nikhat's mehendi function, afterward a small sangeet function, which has been kept after so much pestering of youngstars. Shireen, Razia, Badi bi all the ladies of the house giving last moment orders as per requirement.

"Shireen, zara dekhna ye ladkiyan kaha hai, subah se koi nahi dikha. Kamchor hai sab ke sab", Razia shouted.

"YA Allah! Haye bhabi in logo ne chori kab ki? Ye to gunah hai na" Shireen replied.

"Uff Shireen ye kahabat tha, tum jake dekho wo kaha hai." Razia replied amused by her sister-in-law.

"Thik hai Bhabi. Mai abhi ayi!" saying so Shireen moved towards the stairs.

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Nikhat woke up to this beautiful morning only to remember it's her mehendi today. A gentle blush crept on her face. This is the day she has waited for too long. Tomorrow is her nikah, and she is more than happy to share is whole life with her husband-to-be, Imraan. Though it's an arranged marriage but the way he had supported her decision, the way he had fulfilled her dream to study further and most importantly the way he had been with her all these years, she fell in love. It's not easy to be your own in a foreign country like New York, but with him by her side she had nothing to fear. His care, his guidance, and his inspiration everything about him has drawn her towards him. How can not anyone fall for him? Though he has never said it but she knows in her heart that he too loves her. She is happy, so so much happy.

A slight knock at her door make her look towards the door. Her smiles broaden, seeing her Ammi there.

"Ammi aap? Aiyena!"

Shireen neared her and put her hand on her head, "Aap khush to hai Nikha?"

Nikhat blushed another shed darker and nodded slightly looking at the ground.

"Mashah Allah! Aapki chahere ki rounak sab bayan kar rahi hai Nikhat. Allah kare meri bachi humesha aisehi khush rahe. Use humari yaad kabhi na aye." Shireen spoke as her eyes filled with tears.

Nikhat too couldn't control her tears and hugged her ammi tightlt, "Ammi...hum kaise rahenge aapke bina." The pain of separation from her own family making her heart squeeze. She questioned Allah why always girls have to bear this pain. The duos hold each other more tightly and cried to their hearts content.

Two pairs of eyes saw them from the door way, Nuzhat and Humera. They came to get ready for the shopping they planned ahead, but after listening their conversation they couldn't help crying silently. They couldn't hold themselves more; they ran towards them crying bitterly and shared a group hug. After sometime, Shireen pulled out from the hug and cheered them up.

"Chalo jaldi se taiyar ho jao sab, bhabi bula rahi thi. Itna royenge to dark circles aa jayenge." All smiled a little and started to get ready for the day.

"Ya Allah Baji, Zoya Baji kaha hai?" Humera exclaimed.

"Are ha use kaise bhul gayi main. Madam jaroor abhi tak soye honge." Said Nikhat, hitting her forehead, "chalo pahele use uthate hai."

So the trio marched towards guest room, giggling mischievously. They entered to get a mini shock! Humera and Nuzhat gasped shockingly while Nikhat shook her head, well aware of Zoya's messy nature. Zoya's all things scattered in the room, her bag lied half opened and the dresses hanging from it. Her hair drier is on the centre table, all the accessories scattered on the dressing table, as if some hurricane has passed from this room. Amidst all this Zoya is sleeping peacefully on the bed, though her blanket is half hanging on the floor. Nikhat signals something to Nuzhat and quietly moved towards Zoya. Gently kneeling to her side, Nikhat called Zoya. She tried on more time then winked Nuzhat to come. Nuzhat come with a bucket full of cold water and without any notice emptied it on Zoya. Zoya screamed waking up startled. The trio laughed out loud on Zoya's expense. Understanding the situation, Zoya narrowed her eyes at Nikhat and started chasing her all over the room, "Nikhat ki bachi ruk, aj nahi chodungi tujhe", Zoya said while Nikhat moved opposite from Zoya still giggling. Finally Nikhat managed to slip out from the door, not before reminding her, the plan they had for today. Zoya huffed in annoyance and moved to get ready.

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"Beautiful!" Zoya exclaimed as she stepped into the hall area. The whole area is decorated with white and blue flowers, fairy lights are hanging like a curtain surrounding the small stage where mehendi will be applied on Nikhat's hand. Green and dark brown is the theme for tonight's party. Light green and dark brown curtains are hanging from the ceiling forming a canopy around the stage. Large vases with fresh flowers placed here and there, the fragrance of them filled the air. Zoya got mesmerized by the arrangements she saw before her eyes. Nikhat's little tab break her trance. They walked towards the dinnng table for a quick breakfast. There Zoya wished everyone and sat beside the girls gang.

"Mashallah Zoya beta aap to bohot khubsurat lag rahi hai!" Shireen commented. As per rule Zoya didn't wear any jeans instead she has wore a bright pink salwar with golden borders, and as usual looking very pretty.

"Sukria aunty! Waise mai aapko phoopi bula sakti hoon kya?" Zoya asked.

"Ha beta kyun nahi", Shireen spoke excitedly. She kept her hand on Zoya's head in a blessing manner. With that everyone started their breakfast.

"Nikhat beta aapne bhaijaan ko dedi haina aapne list?" Shireen asked in middle.

"Ha Ammi. Unhone kaha hai ate waqt le ayenge." Nikhat replied and Shireen nodded.

After finishing their breakfast they headed towards the door.

"Acha Nikhat tumhare bhaijaan hai kaha? Iyaha aye huye oura ekdin ho gaya abhi tak hum mile kaise nahi?" Zoya asked

"Wo bhaijaan subha subha kaam pe nikal gaye. Wo unhe..." Nikhat started but never got a chance to complete.

"Allah miyan what's wrong with your bhaijaan Nikhat! Koi aapne bahen ke mehendi ke din kaam pe jata hai kya?" Zoya spoke shockingly.

"Are nahi Zoya tum galat..." Again Nikhat tried to say something but this time cut off by Nuzhat.

"Are ha dekhiye na Zoya baji, bhaijaan ko fiqaar kaha apne behen ki, unhe unki kam se fursat hi nahi milti!", Nuzhat said and winked at Humera.

"Par Nuzhat tum ye kya bol.." Nikhat again tried.

"Acha? Unhe apne behen ki nikah se jyada jaroori kam kya ho sakta hai? Ek bar mil lu unse, unki to ache se class lungi mai." Zoya spoke determinedly while at her back Nuzhat and Humera hi fived each other and convinced Nikhat to stay with their plan.

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Finally they reached the mall and entered the boutique to pick u p their respective dresses. For tonight's function Nikhat chose a bright green coloured lahenga, with a golden jacket on it. Nuzhat chose a broen coloured anarkali salwar with matching dupatta and Humera chose a baby green coloured straight cut salwar with blue coloured patches on it, it has a gorgeous blue border too. Finally they turned towards Zoya to see she is sitting with five dresses and mutturing "akkar bakkar..."

What seriously? Akkar bakkar? Is she a five year old kid?

Ok Zoya can be younger than that at time beings.

Waiting patiently for her to end her little game for sometime Nikhat finally spoke out, "Zoya dulhan tum ho ki mai? Itna waqt ek dress chunne mein? Allah jane tumhare souhar ka kya hoga!"

"Allah miyan Nikhat, mai decide nahi kar pa rahi tum help karne ki jagah mere pata-nahi-kab-milenge-souhar ki khair soch rahi ho? Mai tumhara dost hoon ki wo?" Zoya replied annoyingly.

They finally able to choose one dress for her which is a dark green sharara with antic gold border and a beige coloured dupatta with gree and golder work on it. They give the dresses for alteration and moved from there to another boutique where Nikhat will be picking wedding dress as well as jewellery. Nikhat took the dress and moved inti trial room for finalizing it while others starts to select their own outfit for the Nikah. Zoya starts to move around looking a dress for herself; suddenly her eyes caught a bright red coloured sharara with rich golden works on it. She couldn't take her eyes off from the piece and asked the saleslady to pick it out for her.

"Sorry ma'am that dress is already booked, and it's an exclusive collection, only one piece. Please ma'am if u can select another one." The saleslady replied.

Sighing dejectedly she turned around to look at that master piece once again and selected a white and pink combination lahenga for herself. Nuzhat picked up a baby pink lehenga with silver work on it and Humera a bright violet coloured lahenga with pale yellow coloured dupatta. Meanwhile Nikhat got out from the trial room wearing her wedding dress. The mat red coloured lahenga with the heavy work of kundan and gold jari making the dress awfully beautiful, and in this shadi ka jora' Nikhat is looking stunning. Everyone present in the boutique looked at her in awe. Nikhat blushingly lowered her head and wiggled her brows to know how is she looking? Nuzhat, Humera, Zoya just couldn't look away from her. They neared her and took her in a hug. Nikhat has a dusky complexion, that's why she always felt cautious about her dressing style and the colours she wore. But being with Zoya in those years she had overcome her cautiousness a bit, she silently thanked Zoya and Zoya shook her head not accepting it. The dress still needs some alteration and so as their dresses. So they left them in the boutique and moved to jewellery shop for matching accessories. In some time Zoya selected her all accessories and told Nikhat to meet with her at food court as she have some work.

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Zoya roamed around the mall trying to find a perfect shop from where she can buy some gift for Nikhat Imran and as well as her phoopi. Finally finding one she entered the shop to select something special. She chose the gifts and gift wrapped them, after paying the money she turned around to bump again with little Antara and her mother Ragini. Little Antara got excited meeting Zoya again and demand her to take her in her hand. Zoya too excitedly took her up and kissed her chick fondly, "Hey beautiful how r u baby?"

"Are Zoya aap? Hum itni jaldi milenge ye nahi socha tha. Kaisa lag raha hai iyaha?" Ragini asked

"Ji bohot khubsoorat hai ye saher, m enjoying fully" Zoya replied smilingly.

"Mummy please ab to chalo. Mujhe hot chocolate chahiye." Antara whined.

"Shona abhi nahi mujhe gift to lene do" Ragini sayed.

"Agar aap bura na mane to mai le jau Antara ko le kar" Zoya said as Antara pouted cutely.

Are ap kyun takleef kar rahi hai"

"Nahi. I insist please." Zoya insists.

Finally Ragini nodded and Antara squealed happily. After deciding that they will be meeting here only Zoya took Antara and made their way to the food court.

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SAME TIME AT THE MALL CAFETERIA:

Asad with his PA Prasad reached for the meeting with the delegates over lunch. The meeting went as per Asad's thought and he managed to seal the deal with his terms as usual. After finishing the meeting, Asad remembered about the long shopping list he got and told Prasad to leave as he has some work. Sensing a head ache is coming Asad ordered a black coffee for him and sat there checking the mails.

Zoya and Antara entered the cafeteria and moved to the reception to place their order. Zoya ordered two hot chocolate and waited for their turn. Antara as usual cutely bantering about how she liked the place, how she liked Zoya and Zoya too replied in childish manner. Then they collected their order and started to look for a place to sit.

Meanwhile Asad finished his coffee and got up to leave.

BUMP!

"Allah Miyan whats wrong with you!"

Asad and Zoya bumped into each other and Zoya spilled all the hot chocolate in Asad's shirt and his hand. When Zoya is ranting in a mile speed, apologizing repeatedly, Asad got lost in her beauty. The unbound hair of her bouncing slowly in the air, her doe shaped eyes moving all over the place, a slight hint of fright is present there, most importantly her lips are moving continuously perhaps saying something but all poured in deaf ears. Asad got mesmerized by her, string at her shamelessly. Suddenly the burning sensation on her hand take him out of his trance, only then he realised it's not his dream, the airport girl is really in front him, grabbing his tie, trying to remove something.

What! Grabbing his tie! Removing hot chocolate stains! How dare she!

"Allah miyan what's wrong with me! M so so so sorry Mr. I really didn't look forward" upon finding nothing she quickly grabbed his tie and tried to sooth his burning hand, "is it paining? Ya Allah ofcourse it will be paining, so stupid of me. M sor..." Zoya once glanced towards his face and found him glaring at her.

Finally manage to caught her attention Asad looked towards the tie and then again to her, Zoya followed his gaze and quickly left his tie and started her apology rant again. Little Antara got scared and slowly tugged Asad's pant. Then only Asad caught sight of Antara and just like that everything came back to him, she is a married woman and he shouldn't think about her. His annoyance turned into anger.

"Sholly" little Antara too apologize holding her ears.

He looked at Zoya and in anger he spoke rudely to her, "Aap dekh nahi sakti? Dhayan kaha hai aapka? Agar aapki beti ko lag jati to?"

Starled by his sudden outburst Zoya totally missed his last comment and she too replied angrily, "Allah Miyan what's wrong with u Mr.? Maine sorry bola na? Janbujh ke thori ki hai maine? Aap bhi to dekh ke chal sakte the! Apka dhayan kaha tha! Akdu insaan!", She take Antara's hand, "Chalo Antara" with that marched out from there.

"What! Stupid girl!" he muttered and too left the place still angry with the incident.

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I KNOW ASYA PART IS SMALL. BUT IT'S NECESSARY FOR THE STORY..

ONCE AGAIN RAMADAN MUBARAK..

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