ASYA TS: Untitled for now! Updated Page 9 11/4/16 - Page 6

"Zoya pregnant hai" Dilshad announced as her words echoed in the hall.

"Khala, toh isse humara faisla kaise badlega? Hume toh pataa hi tha ki Zoya iss ghar ke liye theek nahi hai. Iss ghar kya, iss desh ke liye hi theek nahi. Yeh sab unke New York main chalta hoga." Tanveer taunted unaware of her words.

"How dare you tanveer? How dare you accuse me when you yourself are at the same position? Aur tumhe right kisne diya hai kisika insult karneka?" Zoya asked angrily.

"Ek minute Zoya, I think Tanveer ne theek se meri baat ko samjha nahi. Zoya pregnant hai Asad ke bacche ke saath." Dilshad finally dropped the bomb as everyone looked on in shock.

Tanveer who felt faint, grabbed onto the nearest sofa as she sank down.

"Khala, par humara nikaah ka kya hoga? Yeh sab Zoya ki chal hai. Hum jaante hai ki voh humare jammy ko fasana chahti hain." Tanveer cribbed.

"Tanveer khuda ke liye chup ho jao. Main nikaah Zoya se karne ke liye taiyaar hoon. Yeh baccha mera hai aur main nahi bhagoonga apni zimmedariyon se. Yeh mera final decision hoga." Asad announced with an air of finality.

"Par jammy... humara kya hoga..?" Tanveer asked trying to gain some sympathy.

"Tanveer iss nikaah ka news kisi ko nahi pataa tha. Toh tum kisi aur se bhi nikaah kar sakti ho." He announced before walking away.

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"Najma sab taiyaari ho gayi hai kya? Shagun ki mehndi kahan rakh di tumne?

"Ammi everything is done and well handled. Now only if you go and change it'll be perfect." Najma yelled casually from her room as she dressed up.

Dilshad smiled to herself as she walked out to check on her bahu.

Tanveer who was hiding behind the wall quickly walked into the room and checked for anyone.

She looked at the variety of bowls of mehndi and noticed the bowl decorated elegantly with flowers. Assuming it to be Zoya's she quickly added a free drops as she smiled gleefully to herself and thought, "I'm sure that now Zoya will refuse to apply the mehndi in jammy's name"

Soon guests started entering and Najma and dilshaad too were present welcoming the guests.

"Arey dilshad apni hone waali bahu ko toh laao. Ab shuru bhi toh karna hai mehndi ki rasam." The guests said.

"Jee, jee. Najma jao aur Zoya ko lekar aao."

"Hum bhi chalte hai aapke saath Najma" tanveer offered.

Najma having no option to say anything before the guests agreed.

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Zoya blushed as she thought of the moments stolen by Asad before the mehndi rasam. How close they had been in getting caught by Najma.

She thought back to the day when they had patched up.

FLASHBACK:

"Thank you Mr. Khan for helping us in the act." She told as he stood facing the window his back to her.

Sensing no reaction from him she was about to walk out when she thought she heard him say something.

"You said something Mr. Khan?"

"No"

Heartbroken she walked out into the garden near the gazebo and wondered what was going on.

"I'm sorry Ms. Farooqui"

She thought she must be hearing things so ignored it and continued walking and gazing up into the sky.

"I said I'm sorry Ms. Farooqui" he said more loudly. He was shocked when she casually walked ahead as if she heard nothing.

"Mr. Khan?" Zoya turned surprised.

"Yes and I said something." He told as he offered her a cup of coffee.

Still dazed she accepted the coffee and continued staring at him.

He cleared his throat as he felt himself uncomfortable under her gaze.

"Oh... uhm.. thanks Mr. Khan."

"I'm sorry Ms. Farooqui. No let me complete this." He said as he saw her speak up. "I don't know why I was so blinded that I refused to accept the facts that were well proofed. I refused to believe the person who I love to a cunning liar full of schemes. I know the pain you had to go through both physically and mentally Will not reduce just by my sorry but I sincerely want to say that I'm guilty and wouldn't mind if you no longer wish to marry or for that fact even love such a person. I guess I deserve that after all I have put you through. I'm sure even your aapi-jeeju would be glad to see you back in New York with rehan. I won't stop you Ms. Farooqui" he finally confessed.

Though he was busy, during his night stay at the hospital he used to wonder how would he apologize and after a lot of thinking, he decided that letting her go though hardest would be the best decision for them for the mistake he had made.

"Must you always say so much, Mr. Khan?" Zoya chuckled through her tears as she stood before him and kept their coffee cups on the nearby table.

"I'm sure it must be a miracle. You saying sorry 3 times consistently. And how dare you ask me to leave my own house?" She questioned him.

"Huh?" Was all he could think of as he looked on confused.

"This is my house as much as it is yours. Phuphi herself declared that I'm her daughter and have all rights. So how can you even bother suggesting that I go back to New York. And from where did Rehan come in all this? That idiot already left for New York long back."

"Woh... actually.. i mean I thought that since aapi had skyped you and ... then rehan..." He mumbled.

"No Mr. Khan, aapi and jeeju will be here soon. So I won't be going anywhere. But it's ok. I accept your apology." She simply said.

"Really?" Asad asked surprised.

"Sure. But on one condition." She told.

"So you're not angry?"

"Angry won't be the word I would use. More like hurt. Yes Mr. Khan I would say that you hurt me more than anything else as you refused to believe what was presented before your eyes or even the person you claim to love" she said as she rehashed those memories.

"But you hurt me further when you declared to marry tanveer in a state of anger. How could you even think of such a thing to possibly take revenge? That was when you broke me down completely." As a few drops of tears trickled down.

"Zoya... I'm really sorry.. I don't know what happened to me but like you said in a state of revenge I did so. I was so hurt by the fact that you plotted something so disgraceful and I was worrying about my reputation. I now realize what a huge mistake I made." He said as he went on his knees.

"Mr. Khan! I... I was just trying to make you realize... I mean... Mr. Khan please get up" she fumbled nervously as she tried to get him to get up.

"I'm so damn awfully regretful of my actions..."

"Mr. Khan for once will you please simply listen to me? My intention is not to hurt you here or remind you of your deeds. I only wish to make you realize what you did was wrong. And nothing else. You have realized your mistake and like I said I forgive you. Because you realized your mistake. Yes you hurt me but you are apologising too. But that doesn't mean that everytime you hurt me I'll forgive you." She explained as they sat down on a nearby bench.

"So there is a chance for me? I mean you said.. everytime... so I thought..." he mumbled off.

"On one condition."

"What?"

"You have got to learn to trust me Mr. Khan. Learn to develop some faith in me. I maybe stubborn, irritating, a clumsy clutz, a misfit, etc., etc, but Mr. Khan I'm not completely dumb or immature. I know a thing or a two, too! Without trust there is no relationship." She told.

"You're right Zoya. I'm sorry. And I do trust you and will work towards making sure that I prove it to you too. But I won't agree with one thing. You aren't a misfit. And you're not dumb. You maybe stubborn but definitely not a misfit. You're the perfect fit for me, my.. I mean you're house. I promise to trust you always." He solemnly promised.

"You don't need to prove anything to me or anyone. Just always trust me and love me" she said as She hugged him tightly.

"I missed you so much Mr. Khan. Because of your stupidity we missed out on so much of time!" Zoya whined as Asad too engulfed her in bone crushing hug.

"I'm sorry Zoya." He simply said as he pecked her forehead.

"Then stop saying sorry now. All is done with and sorted. Now tell me what all have you got collected?" She asked as she stood up and pulled him for a walk.

He looked on shocked.

"Tamatar told us the day you started itself. She can't hide anything from me you see! Now tell me what all did you do?" She giggled seeing him shake his head.

"How about we forget all this and talk about your pregnancy? How did you get pregnant though?" Asad asked tongue in cheek.

"Mr. Khan! That is such an immature question for an adult like you! And don't tell me that you seriously believe I'm pregnant." She teased back.

"If not then let's discuss about it. Surely ammi wants grandchildren and will start pestering. So why don't we decide now itself so that once we are married we can immediately start working on it? Why waste time I mean?" He said in all seriousness.

"Allah miyan! Where is my Mr. Khan? And who is this Besharam Khan in place of him?" Zoya asked shocked.

"I'm definitely not having kids for the first few years of my married life. I would like to enjoy my time with my husband so he can definitely forget about a child!" Zoya exclaimed after recovering from her initial shock.

"Why do you keep referring to your husband as he and not me?" Asad asked.

"Simple because you haven't asked me to be your wife yet. So I can't assume you to be my husband can I?" She said cheekily.

"What do you mean? We are getting married Zoya. If you've forgotten let me remind you that I announced before all that we are getting married." He told.

"But Mr. Khan that was because I was supposedly carrying your child. And that too you ANNOUNCED. And we both know that there is no child in reality so how is this supposed to apply?"

"Look Zoya, if you're playing with me then tell me but don't do this now!" He said panicked.

"Allah miya! Why will I joke? Have you even proposed to me? You simply announced. Did you bother considering my consent? No right? So the answer is very simple and clear!"

"Then marry me." He said as he got down on his knee.

"Please" he added on seeing her expression.

"No. You have to propose better" and saying so walked back to her room with her cup of coffee.

"Ms. Farooqui" he called out.

"I suppose I was Zoya few minutes back" she said without stopping nor turning.

"Zoya"

She stopped and turned back.

"Yes?

"I love you. Will you marry me?"

"Very convenient Mr. Khan. Extremely short and simple. I love you too but work harder!" And saying so walked off with a huge smile on her face as he groaned.

FLASHBACK ENDS

He had come into her room sneakily on the pretense of searching for his watch.

"What are you doing here, Mr. Khan?" She asked surprised.

""Woh... I mean... I'm searching for ... I'm searching for... yeah... my watch!"

"The watch that you are already wearing?" She asked giggling.

"Mr. Khan why can't you simply say you came to see me?"

"Yeah fine"

"By the way how do I look Mr. Khan?" She asked as she twirled around happily.

"Like a beautiful princess who will soon become my queen" he said huskily as he grabbed her by her waist.

"Mr. Khan!" She wailed.

"What?" He asked surprised.

"You can't say such cheesy lines! And that too your own! Any girl will fall for you!" She whined.

"So now you don't want too romantic either?" He asked.

"No no... I love it.. but you better not use this on any other woman!" She exclaimed.

"Possessive much? Or jealous? Or both?" He teased as he nuzzled her cheeks.

"Yes. Very much! Happy? You're only and only mine! Get that?" She said as calmly as she could as he wrecked a havoc in her heart.

"Hhmm" he said as he leaned in to kiss her when suddenly someone knocked the door.

Both jumped apart surprised and slowly Zoya asked who was it.

Zoya asked Najma to give her a few minutes as she did a few last minute touch ups and came with her. Till then she asked Asad to hide and leave only once she left.

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