I'm on a writing spree!!! Can't do anything about it! Arrrghh binge watching QH can really trigger some writing instincts😩. Anyhoo, this was an idea from the lovely @MilkBiscuits. This one's from the nakli-nikaah track! If ya'll are bored I'm so sorry, but I freaking love that track cause of all the tension between AsYa! So here goes! (Sorry for all the exclamation marks, I've had a lot of coffee)
P.S: A lot and I mean a LOT of the credit goes to @MilkBiscuits, this was originally supposed to be a one-shot, but her wonderful, AMAZING ideas turned it into a four-shot!!
Hidden Truths
Part 1
The Khan Villa was alight with happiness. There were netted drapes flowing across from every corner of the house. The twinkling fairy lights added a magical feeling to the once grey and gloomy home. The women were decked up, the men were sharply dressed. Everyone was ecstatic, except for two people, who were getting ready for the Jashn-e-Saugaat in their respective rooms. The same two people, who should have been ecstatic like any other couple would, but were drowning in confusion and doubt.
On one end of the house, in a monochromatic room. A mind was reeling.
Ya Khuda, what is going on? I'm trying to convince myself that this is all fake, that it means nothing to me, but...why does everything seem so right? Why didn't I hesitate in putting that ring on her finger that night? Do I...No! I can't possibly be falling for her. She's...Zoya Farooqui. I can't fall for Zoya Farooqui! Allah Miyah what's wrong with me?
Wait a minute WHAT?!
On the other side of the house, in a colorful and messy room. Another mind was dying of confusion.
Allah Miyah what's wrong with me? Why isn't anything about this lie bothering me? I've always wanted to get married by my own choice and will, so why is everything feeling like it's okay? Like I'm fine with marrying Mr Khan? No no no...he says it's a fake marriage. So a fake marriage it is.
She shook her head and continued adjusting her blue netted dupatta over her shoulder.
She opened the drawer of her dresser and started looking for some earrings to wear. She found a set of simple ones which matched her dress. They were just blue pearls with a small 'kundan' hanging from them. She removed the disc from behind them started wearing them on.
"Zoya beta! Are you ready?" Came Dilshad's gentle voice from the door. Startling Zoya a little.
"Y-Yes Phoopi, almost done. Just need to put on these..." She trailed off as she went back into the zone of 'earring wearing'.
"Zoya, tumhara nikaah hai kuch dinoh mein! Are you the bride or is Najma? Even she more decked up than you! Come here..." Dilshad motioned Zoya to come to her as she held up a pair of extravagant diamond earrings. There was a raindrop shaped blue diamond in the middle, surrounded by several small white ones, and another smaller raindrop shaped blue diamond hanging loosely below. Zoya gasped.
"Ph-Phoopi yeh, itne expensive vaale..." Zoya was flustered.
"Zoya." Dilshad said, feigning sternness.
"Okay fine, Thank you so much Phoopi!" Zoya hugged Dilshad tightly. Dilshad made her sit down in front of her dresser and put on the earrings.
"Mashallah! You look perfect Zoya." Dilshad said, slightly pulling Zoya's cheeks.
"Thanks Phoopi..." Zoya said grimly.
"Zoya...is everything okay?" Dilshad asked, worried.
"Yes I'm just...nervous I guess..." Zoya replied softly.
"Don't worry Zoya, everything's going to be just fine!" Dilshad said happily. "Come on, it's time to go." Dilshad gently lead Zoya through the corridor to the main function, where everybody was waiting for the bride-to-be.
Zoya walked nervously, suddenly her legs started feeling like lead. Her breaths started getting ragged. Noticing Zoya's nervousness, Dilshad gently thumped her on her back. Zoya looked back towards Dilshad and smiled gratefully.
They walked out to the function, all the attention was brought upon the angel-in-blue. Little did Zoya notice, that one pair of eyes was watching her every movement with utmost longing.
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"Kya Asad miyan, aapne to hume kuch bataya bhi nahi? Sab kuch chori chori, ekdum secretly?" One of the guests asked an annoyed Asad. He would've rolled his eyes if it wasn't that the whole room was watching him. He looked towards the curtains, which were concealing the rest of the house from the guests, to look for Najma, his Ammi or Tanveer. Someone who could get him out of this certain group of overly curious guests.
But, his gaze fell upon the angel who had apparently come down to earth for the night. Asad was stunned and amazed by her beauty. Her kohl-lined eyes held unanswered emotions. And her soft pink lips had a tremor upon them, making him wonder what was wrong. Wisps of her hair flowed with the wind coming from nowhere, kissing the milky skin of her cheeks and her neck. Asad didn't realize he had begun staring at her openly now.
He had a sudden wave of desire wash over him, as she walked past him, sinfully close, her perfect lips forming a small smile. He was sure that if the guests weren't there, he would've taken her in his arms and kissed her senseless.
Whoa whoa whoa Asad. Slow down! What the hell are you thinking? Kiss her senseless?!
Yes. His second consciousness answered, as he sat down next to her as requested by the guests. The celebration commenced as Asad was still lost in thought.
Yes, I would. I'm in love with her, what else do you expect me to do?!
With that his mind was set. Everything was real, all the Rasms, all the times he'd slipped that ring on her finger, all the times he was too afraid to lose her. It's real, he convinced himself.
She's about to become yours Asad, in a matter of days!
He smiled unknowingly and looked at Zoya, who was looking nervous. He almost chuckled when he saw her swallow a lump in her throat and look at a gift nervously. She held up the heaviest set of jewellery and kept it aside. Still looking at it as if it was an alien.
The bride was now supposed to receive her gift from her to-be mother-in-law. Asad got up from his seat, quite reluctantly, as Dilshad took his place.
"Bhaijaan!" whispered a voice into his ear.
"Kya hua Tamater?" Asad whispered.
"The blood samples are kept in that ice box over there, you have to take them for testing after the Rasm..." Najma informed him, and Asad nodded curtly, snapping out of his fantasies.
After the Rasm
Asad's heart was thumping away. What had transpired just minutes ago was going through his mind again and again. He tried to stay focused on the road, but the warm feeling of Zoya in his arms was lingering in his body.
He had just caught her in time when she had slipped on a couple of loose drapes while carrying a tray piled with gifts and rose petals. The petals had flown into the air as he had caught her, and they rained back down on them. Brushing Zoya's cheeks as they floated down. How he wished he could have mimicked the petals' actions. Their lips were painfully close, breaths mingling. It had taken a ridiculous amount of strength for Asad to control his heart's desires in that moment.
His gaze was fixed on her lips for a while, before her scent intoxicated him and he closed his eyes, breathing in the simple pleasure. She had pulled away, but her hair was stuck in the buttons of his sherwani. Both of them reached for it at the same time, and their hands brushed. Asad reluctantly let go, wanting to savor the feeling of their almost interlocked hands and the silky strands of her hair.
She had pulled away again, this time walking much further, leaving Asad wanting more. And, as if the world had listened to his wishes, her dupatta had also gotten stuck in his cufflinks. Her walking away caused the dupatta to snag and drop off her shoulder. She'd paused and looked at him with questioning eyes, before tracing his moving gaze to his wrist.
He'd noticed disappointment flash on her face for a mere second, and awkwardly looked down to his dupatta clad wrist. He'd tried removing it again, and their hands had brushed once more. This time he'd quickly untangled the dupatta and shifted away awkwardly.
His Ammi had walked in, saying nothing happens by mistake, and that these were signs from above. He'd waved her off, afraid that Zoya might think weirdly of him.
He pulled in, in front of the testing lab. His mind still on giving Zoya his 'saugat'. The thought of Zoya Farooqui in a saree did weird things to him, things he had never experienced before. He shook his head to clear the thoughts and pressed the bridge of his nose.
Ya Allah, what's happening to me?
He walked into the brightly lit testing lab and handed the blood samples over to the respective doctor.
He was told to wait for 15-20 minutes, luckily, his mind went right back to Zoya in a saree. This time, it was Zoya in a saree he bought her, for him. Only for him. He shivered at the thought, not realizing it had already been 25 minutes since he was sitting there. He snapped out of his dreams when he saw the doctor approaching him, frowning.
"W-what happened doctor? Is everything alright?" He asked worriedly, standing up to face their family doctor and the lab test conductor, Dr Gupta.
"Um Mr Khan. Are you sure you brought the right blood samples?" Dr Gupta questioned.
"W-what do you mean Dr Gupta?"
"Well- the blood samples, they...they were a chicken's Mr Khan." he revealed, to a shocked Asad.
"WHAT?!" Asad yelled.
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So there it is, the first shot...
Although I AM sorry to start more stories when I've already got a couple waiting to be updated...But I just couldn't help it! I will be updating the other two soon, since this is a planned four-shot and the storyline has already been decided, the updates will be pretty quick on this one (thanks to @MilkBiscuits). Might give ya'll a double update as well!
Speaking of double updates, NEXT PART DOWN BELOW!!
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