Teri Aahatein'AsYa OS
Pt 1: page 1
Pt 2: page 4
pt 3: page 13
pt 4 (final): page 18
Here is my first attempt at an OS. At Asma's request'for KSG's birthday
This story starts after Zoya has left Asad's home. She has found her Abbu. It happens to be Siddiqui. Siddiqui has welcomed Zoya to his house although Razia is not too happy about the decision. According to my version, Siddiqui is not a bad charcter. Razia is of course Razia.
Asad walks into the house after a long day at the office. He is greeted by a quiet and serene home, lights slightly dimmed, the dining table laid out with bowls of rice, meat and curry on the center piece- his favorites. Each plate, spoon and glass is set perfectly, sparking as if new. As he sets his briefcase down, he stares at the three plate settings. A twinge fleets through his heart. Three- yes, they were three again. He glanced longingly at the empty chair where Zoya used to sit. He reminded himself that she had been a houseguest and all guests leave one day; that's what Zoya had also done. She had found her purpose of returning to India- her Abbu- and she was where she belonged.
Song in the background as a pensive Asad sits down on his chair'
Choti choti baatein, yunhi aate jaate
Yaadein sehlaake jaati hain
"Arre Asad bte, tum kab aaye?" Ammi broke his trance.
"Bas'abhi abhi'wo..wo.." he stammered.
"Itni late kaise ho gaye aaj?"
"Bas'wo..wo'I am just trying to catch up on work'aap tho jaanti hain'pichle kuch dino se office ka kaam suffer ho raha tha'"
"Haan beta'.waise bhi ghar kuch suna suna ho gaya hai," Dilshaad glanced at him but he was lost in his thoughts.
"Salaam alaikum bhaijaan," a chirpy Najma walked in and as always, leaned over to fix Asad's plate and silverware, but was taken aback when he stopped her with his outstretched palm, "that's OK Najma'It's not necessary."
Najma and Dilshaad exchanged glances, smiling inwardly at the subtle change in Asad. Asad, still lost in his thoughts, his gaze stuck at the empty chair next to Dilshaad, didn't pay attention to their silent exchange of words.
Milna nahin hai mumkin, itna batao lekin
Hum phir mile kyun hain
Tujhko bhulaana paaun, tujhko bhulaana paaun
Dilshaad clears her throat and with the corner of her eyes, glances at Asad, "waise aaj Zoya aayi thi."
Asad is startled from his trance, "hmm'kya'kya kaha aapne ammi," pretending ignorance.
"AMMI KEH RAHI HAIN AAJ ZOYA AAYI THI!" Najma repeats Dilshaad's statement loudly.
"Oh..Oh..I see'I am glad she has gone'the house seems more peaceful now," he averted his gaze, shuffled in his seat as he served rice on his plate.
"Museebat jo thi tumhare liye bechari'haina?" Dilshaad smiled at him.
"Ya'ya'of course," he stared at his plate.
"Poocho ge nain kyun aayi thi?"
"Haan'whatever'.aap se milne aayi hogi'after all you are her favorite phoophi." He replied sourly.
"Apni mangni ki khabar dene aayi thi." a matter of fact reply by Dilshaad threw his balance off. The color drained from his face."
"Really?" A disappointed Najma asked, "lekin kis se ammi?"
"Ayaan se."
Asad sat frozen at the table. Quickly, he gathered his composure, "good luck to Ayaan'us bechare ki zindagi mein kum museebat thi, jo ek aur museebat aa gayi"
"Bhaijaan'.frankly, he is the lucky one," Najma pouted. She had always dreamt of calling Zoya her bhabhi, but as Asad bhaijaan's wife. She had never imagined Zoya would go for a guy like Ayaan. She had observed bhaijaan and Zoya's relationship very closely. Only a blind person would have missed the sparks between the two. She glanced at Asad's jaw- it was stiff- a tell tale sign that bhaijaan was disturbed. That was enough evidence for her. She wouldn't let this injustice happen to her brother. Najma resolved to call Ayaan the next day.
After dinner, Asad strolled towards his room with heavy steps. He paused outside the guest room. Slowly, opened the door. The room was sparkling clean; no bags of chips or coke cans to irritate him. The bed sheets were crisp; no creases, untouched.
Raaton ko sirhaane, baasi muskaane
Mujhko sulaake jaati hai
Milna nahin hai mumkin, itna batao lekin
Hum phir mile kyun hain
Tujhko bhulaana paaun, tujhko bhulaana paaun
Yeh silsile kyun hain
He walked towards the bathroom. Everything was in place. A shampoo bottle caught his attention. It was not the usual brand that Ammi purchased for the guests. He picked it up and unscrewed its lid. The fragrance hit his senses. How many times had her hair brushed his nostrils in the past? The fragrance captured all those moments. He shut his eyes and inhaled the familiar scent. His heart raced just like it did when they had danced together that evening. Without realizing, he twirled around with the shampoo bottle, imagined they were dancing again, in each other's arms, their breaths mingling amidst the swirling emotions.
"What am I doing?" Asad placed the bottle down and stroked his forehead with his fingers, "why am I going crazy? She means nothing to me'if she wants to marry Ayaan, good for her." He threw the bottle into the trash can and stomped out of the guest room.
Sab kuch wahi hai, par kuch kami hai
Teri aahatein nahin hai
Sab kuch wahi hai, par kuch kami hai
Teri aahatein nahin hai, nahin hai
'.if you guys like it, I will continue J
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