03/10/2020 - 16/03/2021
Asad Ahmad khan Heir of Khan enterprises. His family is a big name in Shimla. His father had just not earned a lot of money but also the respect of the people before joining Allah in heaven. Asad loves his family, his loving...
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I stood inside my room fidgeting with my fingers considering whether to go out or not. It's already eleven and I know before my husband start throwing a fit I should be there, but Whatever happened between us few minutes back was too embarrassing for me to face him again.. He saw me in my most compromising position and that too without my hijab.. I felt exposed.. He is my Husband though and have full right to see my hair. But still there was an unsettling feeling inside me.
After taking some deep breaths, I finally came outside to find my Husband missing.. Did he left me again today, I was about to cry when a car honk brought me back.. I came outside the cottage to find him inside a Car waiting impatiently for me and without giving him any more chances to complain. I slide inside the passenger seat and he immediately drove off without muttering anything..
The drive to the town was in utter silence but I focused my whole attention on enjoying the scenery outside, Manali is nonetheless a pretty city to visit at least once in your life and I was lucky to get that chance soon.. After going back, I will be busy in my job and everything so I will hardly get time for such trips and also I doubt Asad will ever take me with him.. Talking about the Job my convocation ceremony is next week, I am finally going to get my hard earned PHD and then I finally will be able to start my dream Job, if only I got the permission...
The car suddenly came to the halt and Asad opened his side of door going out, "Come out.." I immediately followed and we were at some snow point or something. Well Whatever the place was, it was actually beautiful enough to put a smile on my face.. I strolled around with Asad by my side and surprisingly he was quite civil with me.. That raise a hope in my heart that maybe we could work it out.. Maybe this wedding cannot end up in a disaster and we might have our own happy ending..
The thought was enough to made me smile, there was no secret in it that I feel a sort of connection with Asad. Also before Nikah when I did the Istikhara, Allah drew me to him. My heart says he is the man for me but if he only Knew. A sigh escape my lips drawing his attention on me, he eyed me skeptically but didn't say anything.. "Go stand there, I will click some pictures of you.." and I stood there with my jaw almost on floor that I guess didn't get unnoticed by him cause the next minute he felt the need to explain himself, "Mom wanted to see.." He cleared his throat and I immediately masked my shocked expression and stood where I felt a nice background..
He was clicking my pictures without any complaints and I wondered did the Sun rose from different direction today, I was moving here and there for different background and he was quietly following me everywhere.. Suddenly my eyes fell on a couple who were trying to take there own selfies, they seems to be newly married and so much in love.. I cooed looking at them, Can Asad and I will ever be able to behave like this? The question nagging me like always..
"Can I take the picture?, you gyz can pose freely then" I offered the couple startling both my husband and them. If He was angry on me interfering someone else session than he didn't show it.. "That will be so sweet of you, thank you so much.." They passed me their camera and the women guide me about how to use it.. They did some cute couple poses and I clicked happily.. Well it's good to make someone's else day atleast.. Soon they stopped posing.
"Thank you so much Ma'am it was so thoughtful of you to ask that.. Otherwise who does have time for strangers in this busy world.." I smiled at the lady, she is right though.. We are so busy in running along with the world that we forget to stay back and enjoy small small moments. "Hey, it's our turn now, come on we will click your pictures..." The Man offered and a idea stuck me, well if this is the last trip I am having with my husband, why not make it memorable.. "Yes Please.." I immediately took the camera from Asad and stood beside him who had his brows twitched, I gulped in fear.. "Mom will like to see both of us in a picture.." I explained slowly and maybe that gotten in his thick head cause he neither said anything nor walk out on me..
"Come on she is your own wife, don't be so shy, hold her.." The couple teased and I shivered in fear, It's more than enough he is standing here with me without shooting me to death. I shouldn't be pushing him anymore.. "No it's fine..." rest of my words were stuck in my mouth when his hand came resting on my waist pulling me closer, a lazy smile on his face. I froze, yes I literally froze and why wouldn't I be, it was first time my husband showed a bit of affection to me that to publicly. I am not over reacting but that is so damn big thing for me.. "Close your mouth Zoya.." He whispered lowly giving me an another shock..
I immediately composed myself but the fact that he called me by name first time of being us together was really a big but a happy moment for me.. At least he remember my name and the full blown grin break in my face hoping that maybe it was a start of something new and something that I have to give my whole time and attention to make it strong and beautiful.. Yes, I have to take the initiative of saving my marriage, I have to take the initiative of strengthening our relationship. No matter how much he try to break free, I have to bring him back every time, cause if I lose hope I will lose him but if I keep faith in Allah and my approaches persistent, I am sure one day I will win heart of my husband..
I am sure one day, we will be as happy as every other couple out there, Like my parents.. If I want a happy ending for me, I have to try and win his heart, I have to crawl my way up in his life, no matter how many times he tries to threw me off, but I wouldn't accept my defeat, I will fight for myself, I will fight for us.. It's a promise by Zoya Asad Ahmad Khan
