Zaheer's POV,
I brought my mom for her routine check up. She has diabetes. I was just waiting for the reports that's when my phone buzzed. "I'll just take this call its from work" i told mom. She just smiled and nodded sitting in the waiting room.
I've never been so thankful to a call from work as I was that moment, because of that call, I got to see her again.
She had a injured girl in a burkha with with her. She looked so desperate, her beautiful face full of concern.
'maybe she ran to the nearest hospital'
I thought she must be a family member but I was wrong.
"That girl is soo brave, she helped a complete stranger." One of the nurses outside said.
"Yes, and the rickshaw driver was saying she came and stood in front of a bus to stop it as that little girl couldn't move. The bus was so fast, if she wasn't lucky enough, it would've killed both of those girls" another one said.
'Whoa! She did that?' a smile came on my face. 'miss hitler, you really are something' .
I heard my mother calling. I turned to her as she came out with the reports.
"Oh you got them? Show me" i took the file eagerly. She patted my arm.
"Zaheer beta everything's normal. You don't have to worry." She said.
"I don't think so after I caught you eating jalebi the other day" I said.
"1 wouldn't hurt. You know how much I love jalebi" she said like a baby. My mom can really be a child sometimes.
Just then SHE came out of a ward. She was smiling now. 'she really has the most beautiful smile'. Her eyes stopped at us.
"Assalamualaikum aunty" she came to my mom.
"Walaikum assalam beta how are you?" My mom said smiling.
'You know her mom? Great!' I din't know why I was soo happy.
And the formal talk began but who's interested in that? I just watched her. Her fair skin, those brown eyes, those red lips. 'oh God! Am I in love or something?'
All of a sudden, I was brought back to reality by - "my son will drop you"
"Huh, what?" I looked at mom.
"Zaheer she works at the ICICI bank. So go and drop her" she smiled.
"Uh, no no aunty. I'll get an auto. I also need to get my scooter." She said in her angelic voice. "I don't want to trouble you"
"Its no trouble beta. I need to wait here for a while, till then Zaheer will drop you." Mom insisted again. "Its no trouble at all."
I just gapped at my mom. 'what is she doing.' I noticed her smiling at me strange. 'wait a min! Did she notice that I- whoa! Moms are really smart'
She said no a couple of times but finally she agreed. A smile flashed on my face. She looked at me and my heart raced. "Um yeah let's go" I said and started walking. She followed me.
Sania's POV
He unlocked his car from a distance. I literally swooned over his car for a sec but then shook my head back to life. Like a gentleman, he opened the door for me. I gave him an awkward smile and got in the car.
"So where do you live?" He asked, eyes on the road.
"Oh, no need to drop me all the way home. Just drop me to my scooter." I said. 'don't want mr fancy pants around my area'. You know how neighbours are!
"That was quite brave of you" I heard him say as I was looking outside the window.
"Huh, um no it was nothing. If I would'nt have helped her, then no one would. It was my duty as a human and as a Muslim." I said. "Bloody hypocrites! No one came forward just because she was a Muslim!" I said rather fervently as I banged the dashboard in front of me."
His surprised eyes stopped at me.
"Sorry" I shrugged embarrassed.
I swear I saw a slight smile on his lips which he was trying to hide with the back of his finger as his right elbow rested on the window and left hand on the steering.
"Your really are very interesting Sania" he said and smiled at me. I frowned. "Thanks".
I directed him the way and we reached my abandoned scooter. Aw! Look how sad it looks without me. I hurrid out of the car and to my scooter. I heard my mom in my head. 'where are your maners Sania? Atleast thank him' i smacked my head. As I went to the car, he was already peeking at me through the drivers seat.
"Thank you for dropping me"
"Oh please don't mention it." He said and smiled. I smiled back. He was just looking and not leaving. I felt akward.
"So...., I'll leave then. I'm so late for work" I said trying to get him to go.
"Oh yeah right. Um, have a nice day." He kind of stammered.
"Like wise" I said and watched him leave.
"You are soo early today miss Sayeed. I'm soo impressed" my boss threw the googly of sarchasm at me as I took my seat. 'now how am I supposed to explain this asshole why I'm late?'
"Um sorry sir" I said and sat down. I couldn't blame him, I was 2 hours late and there was a long line of restless clients. I apologized and continued my work.
'You really are very interesting' those words echoed in my head. 'What the hell! Get out of my head fancy pants!' why do his words affect me soo much? I shook my head and continued working.
"Oye Sanu. Why were you late" my colleague less friend Aditi whispered to me.
"Long story, wait for the interval" I whispered back.
"Oooo. Ride in a fancy car with a handsome guy huh? I'm jealous" Aditi said as she spoonfilled the pulao from her tiffin during lunch break or should I say our daily interval.
"Uh- did you totally missed the part when I said I saved a young girl's life?" I asked.
"No. But its normal. You always run to save 1 person or another. Its no big deal. You should be a social worker, why don't you join UNICEF?" She said her voice dripping with sarchasm.
"Can I?" I asked excited.
"No" she smacked my head and I pouted like a puppy.
"But YOU riding with a guy is new!!!" She shook me excitedly.
I rolled my eyes. "He wasn't all that good-looking."
"That's because you are an idiot. Anyways, please tell me you got his name" she looked at me hopefully.
"Uh- I forgot. Oops!" I shrugged. Aditi smacked her forehead.
"Oh I remember. Its Zaheer Kazmi" I finally said having pity on killing her excitement.
"Yes! Lets find him" she said and immediately stole my phone from my purse.
"Wha- and why my phone?" I complained.
"Because you saw him, not me" she winked.
"Whatever!"
She turned on Facebook. I have a fake account with no personal pics. I know lame right. But I come from a Muslim conservative family. You get used to it. I only use it to find people and stalk celebs.
"I found 2. Which one" she asked. I checked and said "the first one".
She gasped. "Oh my God! Such a hottie!!!" She almost squelled. She checked his entire page, all the pictures, post, etc. Saying Wow, Wow everytime.
"Baby, you have to get him" she said drooling.
"Eww! No way!" I cringed.
"Oh please...... He is super hot!! He's a CA. OMG with a government job".
I almost spilled my water from my mouth. "Huh!?" I grabbed the phone and checked it. "Whoa! No wonder he's so rich" I said stupified.
"Sanu plz marry him" Aditi joined her hands in front of me.
I smacked her head. "Shut up idiot. What the hell are you saying? And anyway, it would be better if I don't see Mr fancy pants ever again. He has a weird vibe about him" I said as a shiver ran down me.
"Ooo. Does that vibe pulls you to him" she cooed.
I gave her a dirty look. She shrugged. I looked at his picture, he really was handsome. 'you really are interesting Sania' again those words echoed in my head. 'shut up fancy pants. Its better if I don't ever see you again.'
Sania's POV,I was getting ready for work that's when mumma came to me."Shona, come early today ok?" She said."Mumma" I said with a chuckle. "- I work at a bank. Ofcourse I come early always""But still, come early" she said.I looked at her suspiciously. "Why what's wrong? Is someone coming?"She hesitated a bit but then smiled."Yes. A boy's parents are coming to see you" she said.Ting, ting, ting. The bob pin that I was holding in my lips fell on the cold tiles as my mouth dropped open.
Zaheer's POV,Its been 3 weeks since I met her. She rejected me straight away. Ya Khuda! What should I do? I just can't get her out of my head. I- I think I love her. And I can't figure it out until I see her again. I have to see her. I need to...Sania's POV,Its been 3weeks since Mr. Fancy pants came here. Haven't heard or seen him or his family since then. Its good, but Mummy just wouldn't let go. She keeps on pestering me with questions. 'did you say something stupid? Did you insult him? This- that!' ya Allah! I'm tired.She's worried that a nice proposal would get out of reach. Tsk. I don't want this. I just wanna stay single for the rest of my life and take care of my parents. Mamma says I should worry about having my own family. But trust me, I'll be a terrible mom. I'm already soo bad
Zaheer's POV,I do love her but I don't see anything for me in her eyes. It's like she's being forced to marry me. I need to stop, I need to let her go. So I went to Mom to tell her this. 'Iwant Sania to be happy, but maybe its not with me'Mom's in her room. "Mom, can we talk?""Yes Zaheer beta"I close my eyes. 'Why is it soo hard?'"I think we should-"Her phone rang. "Oh its Fatima ji. Sania's mother."'May be she called to inform that Sania rejected the proposal'"Yes" she looks happy. "-- oh really! Mubarak(congratulations).....Mubarak. Now i think we should immediately decide the dates. -- oh yes-- say Salam to A
Sania'sPOV,The ladies are singing *Geet for me. I'm sitting on a chair surrounded by all of them. One by one the ladies and girls are approaching me and applying haldi on me. I am smiling, but am I?I see the glowing face of Mamma. She just can't stop smiling. Occasionally, she has tears in her eyes, but that smile, its still there. Guess that's the only thing that's helping me to go on.It's a ladies function so Daddy isn't here. He's outside looking after the catering. But he still came for a while and applied the haldi on my face. I cried hugging him, eventually staining his new kurta. Stupid me.There's soo much commotion around here. Soooo much expenses. Why do people even get married? It's soo costly. But
Sania's POV,The sun is in my eyes disturbing my precious sleep. I groggily cover my eyes in my sleep. Irritated, I turn the other way wide awake now and see him. Mr Fancy pants. Oops sorry, my husband.'Wait, he said he'd like it lf I call him that. If he's saying it himself then will it be wrong if I called him that?'He looks soo peaceful when he's asleep. Kinda cute I can say. Wow! He has really long lashes. So thick hair, and that pointy nose. Yep he's handsome. Maybe."Goodmorning" I heard him say, his eyes still closed. And he's smiling."Um- I- uh" I scrambled a bit back mortified. 'what the hell was I doing?'"Did you sleep well?" He opened his eyes and propped his head ov
Sania's POV,I'm not used to wearing a duppatta on my head everyday around the house. But now that I'm married, I have to do it always, everyday, without fail. The room is the only place where I have a freedom.Zaheer and I keep on going out every evening meeting mine and his relatives. It's exhausting. Sometimes, he takes me out on dates too. 3 days ago he asked me the most dreaded question.'Where would I like to go on our honeymoon?'I know he said he won't do anything, but still... Come on..... We'll be all alone. That to for 2 weeks he said.What if he--- and I can't even say no. He's my husband! Just the thought of it makes me nauseous. I kept on ignoring the topic but finally he cornered me and I literally meancorneredme.
Zaheer's POV,A week's finally over in Simla. Now we actually look more like a couple. We hold hands walking around, sometimes I put my arm around her, taking pictures and everything. Both trying to do our best.She- trying to get close to me &I- trying to maintain the distance.Yep, it's tough.I came to the room late as I was busy talking to the guide after our visit to the Johnnie's wax museum. As I walked in, I saw Sania fallen asleep sitting on the bed. Her duppatta drooping from one of her shoulders, its edge touching the floor and her face turned to a side. She looked so peaceful. I just stood near her, watching her sleep soundly. Her lips parted a little as she breathed.'so tempting'I shook my head and stepped back.'No Zaheer! You can't!' I reminded myself.
"Aahhha...... no Zaheer.....don't" Sania moaned."Hold on Sania, just a bit longer""I- it hurts..... Please......aahhaa..... nhhaaa... Not so hard....mmmnnaaahh...Be gentle....aah""Aw, ....aww, Sania......, not so tight...." Zaheer winced."Ahhaahhnhh....""Don't scream so much, what will people think?" Zaheer teased with a smirk."You're soo crue...l... Ahhh.""It's ......almost..... done...""Za....heer......ouch....""All done"