Fasaana | फसाना | فسانا
:a tale; a romance; a fiction
Zoya had spent her entire life adhering to societal and parental rules, feeling trapped like a bird in a cage. But what happens when she decides to shatter those restrictions and soar freely?
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Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?
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"It is pretty." Sehrish commented on her white outfit while running her small hands over it.
Zoya had gotten this short frock for her recently. The intricate design on the white net fabric made it look so gorgeous that she couldn’t not buy it.
She combed Sehrish's shoulder length hair before making her wear the dress. Then she quickly made her way towards her room to get ready as well. A white saare was placed on her bed that made her confused. She took a closer look and remembered that she had bought it some time back and then completely forgotten about it. Malti must have taken it out for her to wear. She was planning on wearing a suit since it was just a society party, but the saare was just too beautiful to ignore. So ignoring the possibility of being overdressed, she chose the saare.
Since she had come back from the office, she took a quick shower before getting ready. The neck of the blouse was a little too deep than she preferred, so she let her hair down to hide her exposed skin. A thin necklace of white stones with matching earrings, and a watch was all she wore for accessory. Then she took her clutch and put her phone, cash, and the lipstick inside. She came out of her room with her black kajal in her hand.
Sehrish and Malti were in the living room with Shahveer. He must have arrived when she was getting ready. And boy, did he look dapper in the white shirt and sand colored pants and blazer. The three top buttons of his shirt were open and that gave his formal look a very effortless touch.
"You look beautiful, Zoya." Malti complimented.
"Yes, mama pretty. Pretty mama." Sehrish added as well.
Zoya pulled her daughter closer and bent down at her level. "But you look so much more pretty. That's why," She showed the kajal in her hand, "kaala teeka."
Zoya applied a dot of the black kohl behind Sehrish's left ear. She was not normally a superstitious person, but she believed in kaala teeka.
Sehrish giggled before shouting that she needed to pee and ran towards the bathroom. Malti went behind her to make sure she didn't mess up her dress.
Zoya was about to go back to her room to put the kajal back, but Shahveer held her hand and stopped her. She first looked at him and then her eyes darted towards his fingers clasping her wrist. He moved his hand to grab the kajal from her and stepped closer to her.
"Sehrish's mama too needs a kaala teeka today." He whispered.
He used his left hand to bring all her hair on her right shoulder and then leaned in till his nose was just touching her left ear. Her heart stopped. Her breath paused. She felt him bring his right hand up and pressed a dot behind her ear with the kohl. Then after a couple of seconds, he moved back. One look at her face was enough for him to know how much his proximity affected her. Her eyes were dazed, and her mouth was parted.
