Hello again! I decided to continue. Thank you for reading and appreciating what I wrote :)
Ps. Now that I decided to continue does that mean it's not an OS anymore? Should I change the "category" ?
Part 2:
Although they had just
said goodnight there was a lingering feeling. The feeling that couldn't be
ignored and wouldn't die out... He wanted to be with her, and she wanted to be
with him. Nothing had changed, but everything had. Overwhelmed by happiness, they
both had a sleepless night.
Finally the morning had dawned upon them, and the wait time had come to an end.
Zoya's POV:
Allah Miyaan, what's wrong with me? I can't even decide what to wear! It's not
like I'm meeting Mr. Khan for the first time!
Asad's POV:
Am I supposed to feel
this way? How should I behave at breakfast? I can't be akdu anymore, can I?
Actually, I don't have to do anything! Ms. Farooqui will just go on talking
without noticing anything. So I guess, it's ok.
(Dilshad enters asad's room)
"Asad, have you told her yet? Main Zoya bechari ko aise udaas nahi dekh sakti
hoon!"
*Asad rolls his eyes* "Ammi, I already told her how I feel..."
Dilshad was so happy that her son had finally expressed himself, she was excited to hear about it!
" Really? What did you tell her?"
"What I practiced with you yesterday."
" Ya Allah, Asad tum bewakoof kism ke admi ho! How can you propose her like that?"
"Ammi, it's ok. She got the point."
"NO! you have to really say "I love you" and "will you marry me?"... look, we all ladies are going for a walima and I'll make sure Zoya doesn't come. I want you to take advantage of this situation and take her out for a date. Give her a present, take her out for dinner, and propose. If you don't, I won't let you enter the house tonight. Alright?"
"Ammi, aap yeh kya... "
"Asad, this is your last chance."
(Dilshad leaves)
Dilshads POV:
I was excited for nothing! Ya Allah, give my son the courage to express himself. Little does he know that this beautiful journey has many bittersweet moments that are best shared when two people are able to fully express themselves! These two kids of mine have a long way to go... and this is just the start of it. They have yet to build trust, understanding, patience, acceptance, honesty, respect and so much more. And how did I forget? They have to start calling each other by their first names; I seriously don't understand what's this about "Ms. Farooqui" and "Mr. Khan" business. I will talk to Asad about this in the future. Looks like they have more to learn than what keeps a relationship going. But I also know that they are meant for each other.
Asad's POV:
Ya Allah, what's all this now? At least it will be a bit easier saying "I love you" since we already know how we feel for each other. What should I do though? Where should I take her and what should I give her? He was mesmerized with flashbacks, and the answers came to him.
He headed out for breakfast and so did Zoya. Their eyes met, but he had things on his mind so he had no time to stare at her. He was busy planning and organizing things in his head.
Zoya's POV:
Allah Miyaan, what's wrong with Mr. Khan? Is he ignoring me? Ya Allah, I hope he doesn't go back into his akdu mode and deny all that we had last night. He is driving me crazy. He's not even looking at me! I shouldn't have taken that extra effort to get ready.
Once things sorted out in Asad's head, he couldn't help but admire her. Although he had the newspaper in his hand and his eyes seemed to be glued to them, he was actually looking at her. He cringed about why she had to sit beside him instead of being opposite. It would be easier to look at her without being caught. He was admiring her completely as though something was different, and it surely was... she had made an extra effort of course.
Later Zoya headed towards her room, and after a while Asad followed.
"Ms. Farooqui?"
"Allah Miyaan Mr. Khaan, aaj aap knock bina hi aa gaye?"
"Woh, actually"
*Zoya rolls her eyes* "Not again Mr. Khan, kal ke baad mujhe laaga shayad aap abh thoda acche se express kar payenge, par aap ko abhi bhi emotionally challenged hi hain"
"Ms. Farooqui, yeh aap ke liye hai"
"Yeh gift mere liye? Thank you Mr.Khan... but what is this for? Aaj toh mera birthday bhi nahi hai!"
He just loved that smile on her face, and it was gratifying to know that he was the reason behind that smile.
"Just open it and you will know"
(Asad leaves, while she opens the gift box)
Zoya's POV:
Ya Allah, it's a sari again! Oh and here is a note. I hope it explains what's going on, but first let me open this sari. Oh no, this one is short-sleeved. How am I going to wear this? And what will I tell Mr. Khan? Actually, it's high time he finds out about my scars. But will he still be able to accept me the way he would have earlier? Even if he doesn't, it's not right for me to hide it from him. But if I wear this sari, everyone will know about the burns... not just him. Anyways, let me read the note first.
Dear Zoya,
I hope you won't turn this sari into a kurti again. Be ready at 6pm, we're going out for dinner.
Hmmm, so this is what's going on. Is it like a date? Allah Miyaan, what's wrong with me... I can already feel the butterflies in my stomach! No wonders he chose a red sari. Should I mix and match a blouse with this sari? But I don't have any blouse complimentary to this color. May be I'll take this blouse to the tailor and tell him to make detachable sleeves. This way when we are alone, and when I have told him about the scars, and if he still wants me to wear it with short sleeves... I will.
Asad's POV:
I gave her a
short-sleeved blouse, I wonder if she'll like it or not. I've never seen her
wear anything short sleeved. It's weird how she can wear jeans and tops but
still remain fully covered, which is great. I hope she wears that sari though!
I will write more soon.
=> Part 3
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