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Hey Guys! So I've mostly been a silent reader on this forum and this is my first post here. So since its almost impossible for us to wait till Wednesday, here's a little story (purely based on my imagination) about the much much awaited, grand Asfiya wedding!! Please read and do give your feedback!
'This is the best I can manage', she told herself.
Just as she had worn her doctor's coat, there was a knock at the door. Signalling the servant to keep the bags that he was carrying on the bed, she thanked him. Her expression softened as she emptied the contents of the bags. Aunty had thought of every possible detail while arranging these clothes. The colours, prints, embroidery, lace, everything was of the highest standards, incredibly beautiful. It bowled her mind away to imagine holding so much love for these people in her tiny heart.
The previous few days had been some of the best, happiest, luckiest days of her life. Her regular vocabulary laden with medical terms was finding it hard to choose the right adjective to describe the happiness she felt. But honestly, she was very grateful for it all. A shade of blush began to creep across her cheeks as her mind wandered to the events of the previous night.
"I've examined the patient on bed number six, and I think he is fit to be discharged'. She had entered his office without knocking and found him staring at his computer screen.
'Aaj kal kuch zyada khoye khoye nai rehte aap?' She asked him with a hint of mischief in her eyes.
'Ye aap mujh se pooch rahi hain?' He instantly replied.
Before she could even take two steps into the room, he had reached her side and pinned her against the wall. His hands grabbed her waist while his eyes smoothly captured her changing expressions.
'Aap wohi Dr. Asfandyar hain na jo kuch waqt pehle tak apne staff ko non - serious hone ka lecture diya karte the? Now look at yourself'
Tightening his grip around her waist, he whispered against her ear, 'Ye walay Dr. Asfandyar aapko aur bhi bohat ways main surprise kar sakte hain'.
Touching his lips against her cheek, he closed his eyes. She could feel the warmth of his breath against her face and it was turning her legs into jelly. Being close to him made her body respond in ways she never knew existed. Fluttering heart, goosebumps on her arms and legs, knotting stomach, dizzy head, it was an endless list.
The abrupt ring of her phone brought her out of her reverie. With her heart still beating fast, she placed the phone against her ear.
'Aray Gaiti, I was just about to call you' She said as soon as she received the call.
'Suno madam', came Gaiti's reply, 'pehle tou tum mujhe Gaiti ke bajaye Gaiti bhabi bolna shuru karo, warna main tum se baat nai kar rahi!'
'Allah, ye lo, Gaiti bhabi. Ab theek hai?'
'Ji. Much better. Acha suno, main ne Dr. Asifa se baat kar li hai, woh log tumhe le ke around 7.30 tak hamare ghar aynge. Tum uss se pehle ache se ready hojana and maami ne jo dress bheja hai woh pehen lena. Wesay tumhe pata hai, hum ne woh dress Asfi ke kapron ke sath color coordinate karne ki koshish ki hai!'
'Aray bhabi, aap logon ko itna kuch karne ki kia zaroorat hai. You guys are actually embarrassing me by doing so much'
'Uff Allah, Zubiya!' Gaiti exclaimed, 'You have no idea how excited we are for Asfi and your wedding. It's been ages since hamare ghar main itni khushyan ayi hain, and we want to celebrate them in the best possible way! Tum please zyada mat socho, just consider yourself a part of the family and enjoy this time wholeheartedly!'
After discussing the entire mehendi program with her, Zubiya thanked Gaiti once again and kept her phone down. Her eyes slightly watered as she thought about how lucky she was. Her life had almost taken an about turn, throwing her into the welcoming arms of a man who couldn't keep his eyes off her. And a family whose warmth she had never really experienced in such entirety before.
Dr. Shahroz and Dr. Asifa had eagerly volunteered to have Zubiya at their house while the wedding functions and preparations went ahead. Zubiya hadn't expected a lengthy guest list for the main functions, assuming not many friends and family would travel so far into the mountains just to attend a wedding. However, after Asfi's success with the hospital, the Usman family was almost treated like a celebrity family, not just in the Valley, but also amongst many elite families and organisations in Islamabad. So there was not a hint of doubt that the wedding would be a lavish affair.
She heard the sharp honk of a car and rushed outside. She hated to keep him waiting.
Slipping into the passenger seat, she chirped 'Good Morning!'
'Sirf Good morning? Itna sookha sookha?' He complained.
He was dressed in a charcoal coloured dress shirt. The neatly folded coat lying on the back seat told her he probably had some important meeting today.
'Aapke andar kab se kisi Bollywood hero ki rooh agayi?' She asked.
'Aap se mil ke', He laughingly taunted.
'Allah Asfi! I wish I had known ke aapki cheesiness ka level itna high hoga. Kahan woh saryal Changez Khan jaise Doctor, aur kahan aap!'
'Ab iss main hamari kya galti hai ke aap kisi haal main khush nahi hain'.
His hands had silently reached hers and grasped them in a tender hold. He controlled the steering wheel with the other hand, keeping his eyes focused on the road. She adored the naturalness with which expressed his love. Calm, silent, yet hot and beautiful at the same time.
Asfi Zubiya |Shaadi Mubarak: The Wedding Story|
Chapter 1
It wasn't exactly her kind of morning. Bangles, cards, glittery pieces of lace and numerous brightly coloured dupattas were scattered across the bed. She rummaged through her suitcase pulling out shirts and shalwars and shawls. Nothing seemed to look appropriate for work. Telling herself that she was definitely over thinking, she finally settled for a pale orange kameez and a light peach shalwar. She paired it with a pink dupatta edged with silver lace.
'This is the best I can manage', she told herself.
Just as she had worn her doctor's coat, there was a knock at the door. Signalling the servant to keep the bags that he was carrying on the bed, she thanked him. Her expression softened as she emptied the contents of the bags. Aunty had thought of every possible detail while arranging these clothes. The colours, prints, embroidery, lace, everything was of the highest standards, incredibly beautiful. It bowled her mind away to imagine holding so much love for these people in her tiny heart.
The previous few days had been some of the best, happiest, luckiest days of her life. Her regular vocabulary laden with medical terms was finding it hard to choose the right adjective to describe the happiness she felt. But honestly, she was very grateful for it all. A shade of blush began to creep across her cheeks as her mind wandered to the events of the previous night.
"I've examined the patient on bed number six, and I think he is fit to be discharged'. She had entered his office without knocking and found him staring at his computer screen.
'Aaj kal kuch zyada khoye khoye nai rehte aap?' She asked him with a hint of mischief in her eyes.
'Ye aap mujh se pooch rahi hain?' He instantly replied.
Before she could even take two steps into the room, he had reached her side and pinned her against the wall. His hands grabbed her waist while his eyes smoothly captured her changing expressions.
'Aap wohi Dr. Asfandyar hain na jo kuch waqt pehle tak apne staff ko non - serious hone ka lecture diya karte the? Now look at yourself'
Tightening his grip around her waist, he whispered against her ear, 'Ye walay Dr. Asfandyar aapko aur bhi bohat ways main surprise kar sakte hain'.
Touching his lips against her cheek, he closed his eyes. She could feel the warmth of his breath against her face and it was turning her legs into jelly. Being close to him made her body respond in ways she never knew existed. Fluttering heart, goosebumps on her arms and legs, knotting stomach, dizzy head, it was an endless list.
The abrupt ring of her phone brought her out of her reverie. With her heart still beating fast, she placed the phone against her ear.
'Aray Gaiti, I was just about to call you' She said as soon as she received the call.
'Suno madam', came Gaiti's reply, 'pehle tou tum mujhe Gaiti ke bajaye Gaiti bhabi bolna shuru karo, warna main tum se baat nai kar rahi!'
'Allah, ye lo, Gaiti bhabi. Ab theek hai?'
'Ji. Much better. Acha suno, main ne Dr. Asifa se baat kar li hai, woh log tumhe le ke around 7.30 tak hamare ghar aynge. Tum uss se pehle ache se ready hojana and maami ne jo dress bheja hai woh pehen lena. Wesay tumhe pata hai, hum ne woh dress Asfi ke kapron ke sath color coordinate karne ki koshish ki hai!'
'Aray bhabi, aap logon ko itna kuch karne ki kia zaroorat hai. You guys are actually embarrassing me by doing so much'
'Uff Allah, Zubiya!' Gaiti exclaimed, 'You have no idea how excited we are for Asfi and your wedding. It's been ages since hamare ghar main itni khushyan ayi hain, and we want to celebrate them in the best possible way! Tum please zyada mat socho, just consider yourself a part of the family and enjoy this time wholeheartedly!'
After discussing the entire mehendi program with her, Zubiya thanked Gaiti once again and kept her phone down. Her eyes slightly watered as she thought about how lucky she was. Her life had almost taken an about turn, throwing her into the welcoming arms of a man who couldn't keep his eyes off her. And a family whose warmth she had never really experienced in such entirety before.
Dr. Shahroz and Dr. Asifa had eagerly volunteered to have Zubiya at their house while the wedding functions and preparations went ahead. Zubiya hadn't expected a lengthy guest list for the main functions, assuming not many friends and family would travel so far into the mountains just to attend a wedding. However, after Asfi's success with the hospital, the Usman family was almost treated like a celebrity family, not just in the Valley, but also amongst many elite families and organisations in Islamabad. So there was not a hint of doubt that the wedding would be a lavish affair.
She heard the sharp honk of a car and rushed outside. She hated to keep him waiting.
Slipping into the passenger seat, she chirped 'Good Morning!'
'Sirf Good morning? Itna sookha sookha?' He complained.
He was dressed in a charcoal coloured dress shirt. The neatly folded coat lying on the back seat told her he probably had some important meeting today.
'Aapke andar kab se kisi Bollywood hero ki rooh agayi?' She asked.
'Aap se mil ke', He laughingly taunted.
'Allah Asfi! I wish I had known ke aapki cheesiness ka level itna high hoga. Kahan woh saryal Changez Khan jaise Doctor, aur kahan aap!'
'Ab iss main hamari kya galti hai ke aap kisi haal main khush nahi hain'.
His hands had silently reached hers and grasped them in a tender hold. He controlled the steering wheel with the other hand, keeping his eyes focused on the road. She adored the naturalness with which expressed his love. Calm, silent, yet hot and beautiful at the same time.
To be continued!
Hope you enjoyed it xD
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