Na Hai Koi Hal, Dilon Ki Mushkil Ka
Chapter 13
On the drive back toward Bhopal, even Najma noticed Tanu being moody. "Aap bhaijaan ko miss kar rahin hain na?" She asked sweetly.
Dilshad noticed Tanu's fake smile. She looked over at Zoya's lowered lashes as she swiftly turned her face away. She noted her clenched hands and bowed head, and her heart ached for Zoya. She wanted to stroke her head and comfort her: everything's going to be OK. I'll take care of it, she wanted to say.
She turned to look at Tanu and grimaced. Dilshad thought of how Tanu had refused to eat anything at breakfast opting only for dry toast and weak tea. In fact that had been her diet for some time now.
"It couldn't be. Such signs so early? I have to move fast."
The trip home felt long, but was uneventful. Mostly everyone slept due to sheer exhaustion.
Zoya had watched the video of Mr. Khan wanting her to stay back so many times, that her phone and iPad were draining rapidly.
Stop it! Stop tormenting yourself. Just delete this. Cut the cord, will you?
Her finger hovered to make a clean surgical cut.
But she couldn't do it. May be she'd do it tomorrow. One more look.
She sneaked peeks at the pictures Phuphi had taken in Sikandra. She loved this shot of him with his head thrown back laughing at Ayaan's discomfort. But she felt a pang when she saw the photos of Mr. Khan with Najma, Tanu and Ayaan at Chokhidani.
She was an outsider. These four would be in many other photographs. Weddings ... family portraits ... babies ...
Zoya nearly gagged with the pain that coursed through her. Her eyes stung. She would never be a part of the family that she'd irrevocably fallen in love with.
"I better start thinking of flying back home. When we reach Bhopal I'll call a travel agent to get my tickets booked. I can tell Phuphi and Najma that I have to leave early because my visa is expiring. Thank god, I've already bought gifts for everyone from Chokhidani and Agra."
She hadn't known what to get Mr. Khan though. She had traced her fingers over a miniature sculpture of the Taj, but then removed them quickly as if burned by the stone.
Stupid idiot! Don't you dare!
Zoya had finally decided on a simple photo frame. She'd have the picture of all four of them printed up in sepia and give him that. No, probably just leave it on his table. She may never be able to look at, or be near him. She'd made a big enough fool of herself already.
They reached home in the late afternoon, and everyone left to freshen up and rest.
In the evening, Dilshad knocked on Tanu's door. After initial pleasantries, she told Tanu what Asad had told her in Jaipur.
Tanu, shocked and shamed, hid her face in her hands and began to cry. "I'm sorry khaala, I know you must be upset. But Jammy is so kind and upright that he immediately proposed to me."
Dilshad said firmly, "Tanu, I've decided that in light of everything that's happened, we should go to my doctor and have you examined. If you aren't pregnant, then we need not go through with this wedding since neither of you are in love with each other. I just want what's best for my son. We'll go a week from now to fully confirm since it may still be too early."
Tanu was surprised at Khala's openness and smarts. Mentally she knew that this was the perfect opportunity to pass off her pregnancy as Asad's fault, but she didn't like the idea of going to Khala's doctor. And why wait for a week? The sooner they all got the good news, the better!
"I understand Khala and I agree. But we can go to a doctor that I've been visiting already for when I sprained my ankle. In fact we can get an appointment tomorrow itself."
Dilshad hated Tanu's eagerness. It made her even more suspicious.
"No, I've already fixed an appointment with my doctor. I'll just ask them to reschedule it for tomorrow."
Seeing that she had no way to wiggle out of an appointment with khala's doctor, Tanu agreed graciously.
"I'll just have to put on a darned good show tomorrow," she thought to herself.
Dinner was a quiet affair. Najma was the only one who was talking about the trip: the shopping, food and the historic places.
Asad looked at her indulgently. He'd rushed back home today from work.
Even Najma stopped mid-way, surprised that her Bhaijaan didn't tell her to eat quietly.
"Wasn't the Rajasthani food yummy, Zoya?"
Zoya nodded.
Asad sneaked a look at Zoya from under his lashes. She had stopped eating her food with as much relish as she used to. Sometimes, just the way she threw her head back, closed her eyes, and moaned softly when eating kachoris or pizza, or Ammi's phirni, was enough to make him hard. He forced himself to look at Tanu who looked immensely pleased with herself.
His mood soured.
Najma started chattering about the wedding functions, not noticing the change in Asad's expression. He looked up sharply at Zoya. Once again she was using her hair to hide her face. But he could see her hand gripping the fork by her plate. She was stabbing her thumb pad with its tines. He nearly shot out of his chair. Asad felt trapped. And helpless.
Zoya, please!
Clearing his throat, he called out, "umm, Ms. Farooqui?"
She raised startled eyes to search his face.
"Could you please pass me the salt?"
"Sure," she whispered, almost harshly.
Biting her lips, she did as he asked. She passed the salt shaker to Najma. He lowered his gaze apologetically, unable to bear the flash of pain and hope in her eyes. But at least she had unwrapped her fingers from the fork. He looked at Najma. She now talked of dieting so that she could fit into the new style lehengas.
Tanu intervened, "Najma, I can help design a dress for you that hides some of your flab and makes you look slimmer."
Najma's face fell.
Asad frowned and looked away, not wanting to correct Tanu for being so insensitive to his baby sister. How could he have missed this? He wondered how he never had any such qualms about shouting at Zoya publicly, even though she'd never said anything so hurtful. In fact she had always rushed in to defend Najma or Ammi or take the blame on herself.
He could kick himself for not noticing those things earlier.
"Zoya, will you help me with some fitness training so that I can lose weight more quickly?"
Zoya nodded, not wanting to share as yet her plans for leaving.
She reassured Najma, "yes, we can start tomorrow, but Tamtatar you don't need to lose weight. You are gorgeous the way you are. Girls would kill for those curves."
Najma's smile sparkled, and Asad looked up at Zoya gratefully.
But she was still talking animatedly to Najma, "we can do some stretches and then go for a walk or a run, but it's too hot outside. Yoga? Have you tried Zumba? It's such fun! You'll love it. Or, you know what? We can just put some music on and dance. That'll be more fun."
Najma was completely diverted now.
Dilshad looked at Zoya with new respect and her heart felt full as her resolve hardened. Please Allah, help me find a way to make this girl my bahu.
The urgency was real.
Just before dinner Zoya had smiled too wide and thanked her for the trip. "I'll always cherish these moments with you all, Phuphi," she had said.
And Dilshad knew. Zoya was bidding farewell.
The next day, right after Mr. Khan left for work, loud music could be heard coming from the Khan Villa.
"Badtameez Dil," "Dreamum Wakeupam," and "Balam Pichkari" kept being replayed while Zoya and Najma danced up a storm.
Zoya felt light-hearted as she wiped her dripping face with a hand towel.
Najma lay, nearly passed out but grinning, on the floor. "Oh Zoya, that was such fun. We have to do this everyday," she panted.
"You know what we should do next," said Zoya. "A quick shower and then manis and pedis for each other."
"Yay," squealed Najma. "I love you Zoya," she sighed with contentment. "I wish you could stay with us forever."
She didn't see Zoya hide her face in her towel.
At the clinic, the doctor told Dilshad that the results showed that Tanu was indeed pregnant. Before Dilshad could ask more questions, Tanu complained of a headache and tiredness, and announced that she wanted to go home immediately.
In her rush to put on a good show, she missed the look that passed between khaala and the doctor.
Back in the car, while she faked exhaustion and dozed, Tanu congratulated herself in preventing Khala from asking questions about how far along she was.
"Now she'll have to agree to the nikaah," she silently celebrated peering at Dilshad's somber face slyly.
Song in Title:
Salaam-e-Ishaq (2007): "Ya Rabba"
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