Love is Faith (An Islamic love story) *completed*

Perception is what makes 'you'

Warning: Some words might seem offensive to some of you (or most of you) especially girls...But readers! this is what my character is about...and you'll see what he has to face for it...I hope readers would be understanding and encouraging...VOTE and COMMENT!

FOUR WEEKS BEFORE:

          Holding the mike in his hand he sang the lines of the song in his beautiful, manly, soulful and lively voice, he stroke the strings of the guitar, hanging around his waist producing a beautiful tune which well coincided with the tune of this song. His dark black, smooth hair came sliding to his forehead making him look dangerously handsome, as he was the most attractive young man for millions of girls who were screaming wildly, listening to his melodious voice, at his concert. This was a big-hit song of one of his famous albums named THE SOUL.

          He was wearing dark black shades on his beautiful brown eyes, black rock star jeans with white shirt and a sleeveless black jacket on it. The sleeves of his shirt were, as usual, folded up to his elbows, the top buttons of the shirt were, too open through which, peeped out a silver long chain, which he had a habit to wear all the time. A black round hat was covering his head. He grinned now and then as he sang the song with the required low and high notes of his voice, observing the girls in the HUGE crowd who wildly screamed and wept trying to catch a glimpse of him through the wild crowd. He was very handsome but had an expression of extreme pride on his beautiful face. The girls near the stage were constantly jumping trying really hard to reach out and just touch him once, so that they could help themselves to believe that he was really standing in front of them!.....in person! but he stood calmly there in his position, swaying his body with the beats of music, not at all caring about the mad girls and the wild crowd.

         At last the concert ended, the ground was getting empty, darkness started prevailing. He removed his glasses, uncovering his bright brown eyes. The crowd had already dispersed with the aid of the security guards, who almost kicked people out of the large stadium. He put a water bottle to his lips and walked out the back-stage room with one of his hands in his jeans pocket. All of a sudden, two figures jumped in front him, those were two young girls of quite a young age staring at him with almost no air in their lungs. He examined from head to toe, with s strange expression that turned into a smirk. Their mouths were already hanging in the air and their hands held a small diary each. He capped the bottle and threw the bottle aside. They had, somehow, managed to escape the guards and run towards him to have his autograph. 

"autograph please." one of them was brave enough to mutter the words in his meek voice.

He took out his mobile out of his pocket and fingers started to move fast on the bright screen, not caring about the diaries.

"what's your name?" his deep voice in the silence around, shocked her enough to fidget. She looked at him confused, he was busy on the phone, but looked amused.

"anna" she murmured.

"So anna, I have a surprise for you two." Her face lit up, she nudged the girl beside her to awaken her from the dream she was in.

"W...What?" she dared to ask.

"Just behind you." He smirked and turned to leave.

The guards were approaching fast and they didn't really look happy...

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 He dropped himself into the sofa.

"You rocked man" , the drummer of his band commented sticking his thumbs out, as he entered the room.

"I know", he responded lazily, sitting on one the chairs, holding his guitar and cleaning it.

"The girls are going crazy for you Z.A (Zohaib Asfand), you're the one lucky guy, why don't you date someone? I'm damn sure any girl you pick out from the crowd would die to date you and shower all her love on you", bobby, the drummer excitedly exclaimed, Zohaib looked at him and grinned.

"I have no time to waste, these impractical acts are just not my type of joy." He carelessly replied. "and LOVE, by the way, is this" he grabbed and waved the bunch of notes that were in the pocket of his jacket. "This life is an 'all-you-can-eat-buffet'...so gain as much money and success as makes you happy", Zohaib's eyes sparkled as he grinned.

The people around were all attentive towards him by now, one of them gave a naughty smile at the end of his sentence and said,

"Yeah that's a fine theory, but would you spend all your life alone, don't you feel something missing?"

At this he looked at him surprised and then laughed heartily.

"Are you really crazy or just act like one?" he smirked at him. "who said I am alone? I have my passion, my career, my today and my 'tomorrow' in my pocket, I don't need anyone. This is my life and I would spend it just the way I want. All these girls you see are just a 'handle-with-care' tool you can make use of in leisure time, which I don't really have...and by the way these are the chains that hold you down and keep you from flying. I am a free bird having a smooth flight, creeping on the floor is not my thing."

His eyes sparkled while saying. Who has to fly and who is going to creep, is something which is out of our control. But one thing is for sure, the one who has always been creeping surely at some stage of life learns to fly and the one who feels pride in flying has to...........well you know what i mean...

Hope you enjoyed :)