Pyaar ka Izhaar.
"Mein tumse beintehaa mohabbat karta hoon. Mein tumhe humesha khush rakhunga. Kya tum mujhse nikaah karogi, Mamu ki Bhanji?..Arreee kya bol raha hai Zain? Propose karte waqt bhi use MKB bulayega kya? Itna accha khaasa naam hai uska. Uske naam se bula usko. " Zain was talking to himself, practicing the speech. He was nervous to hell. He practiced the lines so many times. He closed his eyes and started repeating the lines once again. "Aliyah." He said and his heart skipped a beat. Her name was music to his ears. Whenever he takes her name, he is completely transported to some other world. So that is the only reason he calls her anything but Aliyah. "Yeh lines mujhe kuch acchi nahi lag rahi hai. Inhe change karna padega. Aakhir woh Aliyah hai. Kuch toh special karna padega uske liye. He paced back and forth in their room to think something. And then an idea struck him. He quickly went to make some arrangements.
Aliyah entered their room and saw the bed all messed up. Zain's clothes spread on the bed. She looked with wide eyes. "Yeh achanak Zain ko kya hogaya. Kya haal bana diya hai kamre ka?" She huffed. She walked towards the bed and started folding the clothes neatly and kept them one by one in his wardrobe. She picked his favourite blue shirt and started folding it. A neatly folded pink paper hooked on to the collar of the shirt caught her attention. She removed the paper and kept the shirt on the bed. She unfolded the paper and started reading it. "Mazaa aya? Mujhe bhi aaya tumhe mere kapde fold karte hue dekh ke." Aliyah looked here and there to find him. But he was nowhere to be seen. She again read the note he left. "Kise dhund rahi ho? Mujhse milne ke liye itni besabri? Kahi pyaar vyaar toh nahi ho gaya mujhe? Sorry meine tumse kaam karvaya bewajah. Par mein chahta hoon ki tum Poori zindagi mere kapde theek se rakho fold karke. Mein chahta hoon ki mere har cheez pe tumhara poora haq ho. Aur dekho deewar plooked ex girlfriends ke photos bhi nahi hai ab. "She looked at the now blank wall and a small smile crept on her face. "Agar agla note padhna chaho toh aisi jagah pe dhundo jahan mein roz jaata hoon.
"Yeh Zain bimaar hai lagta hai. Aise kyu behave kar raha hai? Khair dekhe toh aur kya notes likhe hai. She stroded down the stairs. Because she exactly knew which place he was talking about. She went near the swimming pool and searched for another note. She found it placed between the towels. A blue colour note this time. "Mujhe pata tha tum ye note dhund logi. Ye note tumse ek izazat manne le liye hai. Kya tum har roz mujhe swimming pool se bahar nikalunga tabhi mujhe towel laakar dogi. Mujhe accha lagta hai jab tum mujhe bina shirt ke dekhti ho. Ye jo shirt utaarneka pehnaaneka program tha jab mera accident hua tha, woh mera favpurite part tha kyunki tum ek typical biwi ki tarah pesh aa rahi thi mujhse. Agla note tumhe living room mein milega. Aur haan woh aakhri note hoga. " Aliyah by now knew what was going to come. She was waiting for Zain to confess his feelings. She was afraid to confess because she didnt want to lose avfriend in him. She literally ran towards the living room opening the main door. Finding the note behind his photo.She held the note close to her heart. By now tears started flowing from her eyes. She never ever expected Zain to do something like this that too for her.
She heard the chords of guitar strike behind her. She turned back to find him strumming his guitar. He smiled at her. He cleared his throat and started humming a song.
Ek din kabhee jo khud ko taraashay
Meri nazar se tu zaraa, haaye re
Aankhon se teree kyaa kyaa chhupaa hai
Tujh ko dikhaaoon main zaraa, haye re
Ik ankahee si daastaan daastaan
Kehne lagegaa aainaa
Subhanallah..
Jo ho raha hai pehlee dafa hai wallah
Aisa hua..
He was circling around her, strumming the chords. She was remembering all the moments spent with him. The small night they spent when the tyre was punctured. The time when his accident took place. He always took care of her family as his own. His relation with her family. Times when he saved her. Their kitkit. And when they were married under certain circumstances. Even if they are in love they will be friends forever.
By that time Zain was finished singing and was looking at her expectantly. "Areee itna bhi bura nahi gaata mein. Thodi taarif toh kardo." She giggled. "Mein aur tumhari taarif? Never. " she said with fake attitude. "Accha? Toh thik hai! Mein tumhe jo kehne waalan tha woh mein ab nahi kahunga." He folded his hands in front of his chest. She immediately turned back and said "Nahi nahi, tum bohot accha gaatein ho Zain." He chuckled and Aliyah blushed on realizing. "Accha toh mein Zain Usman Abdullah, Aliyah Zain Abdullah se pyaar ka ailaan karta hoon. Jo beintehaa nafrat thi usse mein beintehaa pyaar mein badalna chahta hoon. Aur ek baar phir nikaah karna chahta hoon. Aliyah! Kya tum mujhse nikaah karogi?" He said with a nervousness. "Haan. Mein Aliyah Zain Abdullah, Mere shauhar se kitkit kiye bina nahi reh sakti." Saying so she hugged him with all her might.
They heard clapping sounds. They seperated quickly. "Arree arre, waise hi raho. Bohot pyaare lag rahe ho tum dono. Aaj toh bhai party banti hai. Aur tum dono waapis hug karo. Chalo. Abhi." Usman says and the whole family have a good laugh
A/N : This OS is a gift to Mahii (-KitKit-) on becoming a dazzlerš¤. I m happy for her. So Mahii this is a gift from my side. Hope you like it. Not proof read and will edit later. Kinda busy sorry.
Edited by -SB- - 11 years ago