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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Ladies, Always rise above.
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"The boarding started?" Zoya asked while putting on her sneakers. "Okay, I will see you at the airport. Have a safe flight."
It was a week after she had come back from Bhopal. She wanted to introduce Shahveer to her parents just like he did, so she called up her father and asked him to visit her. Mahmood had come to Delhi once but that was a long time ago. And Kausar and Ziva had never seen Delhi ever. So Zoya thought it'd be a perfect holiday for them as well. It wasn't difficult to convince Mahmood and Ziva at all. However, Kausar was a different story. She straight up refused to go. Mahmood had to finally step up and make her say yes. Zoya would have loved it if Zaina could come as well, but she was in Chennai with her husband. He had some office work there, and she accompanied him and made it their little honeymoon.
Even after Mahmood refused repeatedly, Zoya booked them flight tickets for Delhi. She wanted her family to experience it.
"Malti, I'm leaving. Don't let Sehru watch too much TV." Zoya picked up her wallet, phone and her car keys.
Yes, car keys. After she got the promotion, she could pay the EMIs of a car. So on her birthday, she took Shahveer with her to choose a nice car for herself. She picked a Mercedes in black for herself. Ten days later, when her car was ready, she took it home with herself.
She reached the underground parking lot, settled inside the driver's seat and made a call to Shahveer.
"On my way to pick them up," She told him.
"And I'm on my way for the third meeting." He replied with a tired sigh.
She smiled. "Work hard, baby. And maybe I'll sneak out at night to give you some kisses."
"Sneak out with your parents there? When did you get so naughty?"
"It is all your bad influence on me." She retorted.
"Oh, please. I am a good boy."
She shook her head. "Good boys don't talk about fucking against a piano."
He smirked. "Don't tell me you don't love the idea."
She couldn’t help but imagine themselves naked, getting down to business against that beautiful piano. Biting her lips, she said, "I love all of you, including your naughtiness."
"I love you too." He told her before hanging up because he was about to enter the conference room.
Zoya listened to music for the rest of the journey. By the time she was pulling up in the driveway of the airport, Ziva had called her to say that they'd landed. It took them another half an hour to get their bags from the baggage belt. When they came out and sighted Zoya, Ziva ran towards her elder sister. Both the girls hugged each other, before Zoya hugged her father and mother. Kausar didn’t really hug her back, but she didn't deny it as well.
