Our Paradise..

Chapter 2

waqt behrehem sa...

zoya gets up from jan-e-namaz and folds it neatly when she feels someone's presence behind her. she turned in a blink just to see her husband leaning over the door watching his wife offering prayers to allah.

"asalam walaikum" she smiles and keeps the mat inside the cupboard.

"walaikum asalam" asad replies in his husky voice. He Still had his handkerchief on his forehead.

"give me a minute i will quickly get you your black coffee." zoya let her duppata fall from her head to her shoulder as she walked in the direction of kitchen.

asad stood there in wonders while watching his Zoya doing all those wifey things for him.

"asad would you like to have some parathas with this?" zoya asked while pointing to the potato at the rack.

asad chuckled and went with a wry smile to zoya, he took her away from the counter and switched off the gas. zoya groaned at his action. asad what? she whispered.

he took her hand in him and pecked on it "mera maqsad ap se nikah krke apko khidmat mein nahi rakhna tha. ap yaha hai..meri zindagi me ronak bharne..jo ap sirf apni ek muskurahat se kr deti hai. ye formalities krke ap please mujhe begana na kre..ap ka hissa he rehne de.main khush hu." asad stared in to her eyes, filling up her soul with warm cozy emotions.

zoya felt her eyes stirring the warm drops in her orbs.

asad brushed his thumb's pad on her cheeks and just when he touches she breaks a single roll from her eyes that went rolling to her chin and smashed somewhere in between palm of his hand.

zoya leaned in to give her husband hug. but before she could wrap herself she hears nazma voice from other hand.

asad and zoya both looked at each other with a oh no look and parts themselves before nazma could catch them.

"are bhaijaan."nazma barges inside the door.

she feels awkward suddenly with the silence that the two were creating in the room.

"bhabhi. lets go. i am ready for it " nazma happily showed her new stitched dress that she is wearing to zoya.

"lets go. where?" asad couldn't not help but ask with a knitted brow.

nazma stared at asad like he had grown some horn on his head.

"bhabhi. please tell bhaijaan. he is total bhulakard (forgetting)these days." nazma brought her hand on her hip.

zoya's eyes widened up in horror as she had completely forgot where they were suppose to go?

"bhabhi!!!!!" nazma called out in total disbelief.

"i am sorry nazma." zoya caught her ears in guilt while asad still had those funny expression on his face.

"bhabhi we are suppose to go for shopping today. how can you forget that??" nazma cried i  horror...

"i wont talk to you!" she pouted and turned making a quick pace out of the door.

zoya and asad let out a deep breathe before chucking and running behind nazma to pretest her.

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Asad dropped nazma and zoya to the mall and left for his office. Zoya was happy finally she got some time with her best friend nazma.they started their shopping from accessories and then went on and on ending up buying all useless materials for home decors.no doubt they were having a great time and may be that’s why they didn’t realize the time their watch was showing.

“Allah miya whats wrong with me? see nazma what time it is we are very late. We must run before asad gets home.”

Paying the bill ladies quickly made a dashed towards home. zoya was at the door and was about to press the doorbell when nazma pushed it. “is it open?”

Zoya asked surprise and walked inside taking cautious steps  to the living room. They walked with soft feet when they heard asad talking to dilshad in an very upset tone, “ ammi. they should know this. 10 is not safe for girls here. They should atleast pick my call.” Zoya bites her lips on realising her phone is in the bag and on silent mode.

“asad. They will come home safe beta. Don’t worry about them. Zoya will take care of nazma.” Dilsahd tried to built confident in asad but nodding his head in no this stubborn boy stood up in worry.

“I know nazma is safe with her. but I know she wont care for herself ammi. zoya is too childlike when it comes to taking care of herself.” Her husband argued to her mother and once again killing the keypad on cell phone he brought it to his ear.

Right then zoya’s phone rung with a saawan aya hai song. “zoya?” asad raised his brow and tried to look at the direction of the ring.

“ya allah I shouldn’t have put it on general mode so early. Zoya you are dead.” She whispered to herself and walks in waving her hand in air. “ hi asad.”

She weakly says while asad glances at her in worry and then seeing she is fine he folds his hand across his chest.

“so you both came.”  He went back sitting on the sofa .

Zoya nods and stands on the place followed by nazma from behind, both were carrying plenty of bags in their hands.

“asad I am so sorry. Actually we involved so much in shopping that we forgotted-.”

“forgotted that someone must be waiting for you.” asad said in a broken yet angry voice.

Zoya shivered listening it . she turned her face in other direction before he could see her red moist eyes.  “you never thinks of anyone zoya. Anyone? You didn’t even thought about me?me zoya?” asad voice pierced her soul and she takes a step to calm him down , followed by nazma explanations. But dilshad one sighn was enough for her to keep quite and she thus walks to her room.

“asad aisa nahi hai.” She nods her head in no and takes one more step when her hand meets with the vase and the silver vase fell on floor with a thud.

Both simply stared at the vase like a black statues. Until he raised his head for a word, “ you know what my problem is zoya…. That I love you the most…more then I love everything in my life. More than my life.” His hand  went on the table beside him for support while he lets few tears fall down on his cheeks..

Zoya stared at him blankly until she heard her voice commands and came running to hug him from behind.

“I am so sorry asad. I love you too… I love-.”

Waqt ka malham…waqt ke zakhm he ban jate hai….