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"Baat ki tum ne aapne mummy papa se?" Asad asked looking at her. She shook her head in response.
"Mere ammi abbu bahot khush hai. Woh tum se milna chahate hai" Asad interwined his fingers with her. She looked everywhere but him. "Kya hua?" He asked when he received no response from her.
"Daar lag raha hai. Agar unhone mana kar diya toh?" Yashvi's eyes filled up with tears.
"Yashvi, desi parents are very unpredictable. You can hardly guess their second move. When you will think they will laugh at the joke you cracked they will scold you for wasting time on useless things and when you tell them something serious they will laugh as if you have cracked the funniest joke ever. So, just talk to them" Asad pulled her closer to himself as they sat in a park enjoying their Sunday.
"Are you sure about us?" Yashvi asked as she shivered due to cold breeze. Winters in New York can be deadly.
"Are you?" He questioned back and she nodded in response.
"Yashvi, agar mere Allah aur tumhare Ganpati Bappa ne humeh milwaya hai na toh kuch soch kar hi milwaya hoga. Aur ishq na kabi assan nahi hota aur jo assan hota hai woh ishq nahi hota" Asad cupped her cheeks and placed a kiss on her forehead.
Asad and Yashvi crossed paths four years back in a conference in Seattle and from there an epic love story was born. It was love at first sight for both of them. They fell for eachother without even knowing eachother's name. Asad took the first step and asked her out and she happily agreed. Well luck was on their side. They lived in the same city and their office was just walking distance away.
After a year of hanging out with eachother almost every weekend when they couldn't control their heart anymore they confessed their love for eachother. And now here they are three years later planning to get married.
Yashvi's phone vibrated in her pocket. Fishing out the phone she saw her mother's name.
"Maa must be waiting for me. I promised her that I will bake cookies with her tonight. I should get going" she sighed. She didn't want to leave his side. The distance between them was now unbearable.
"Call me once you talk to them" Asad got up and helped her as well.
"Okay! I love you" Yashvi hugged him.
"I love you too" Asad immediately wrapped his arms around her petite figure and kissed her on the top of her forehead.
They parted ways and Yashvi drove back home in silence. Entering her home she found her mother chopping vegetables for dinner. Hearing the door unlock she looked up and found her daughter smiling at her.
"I thought you weren't going to come for next few hours" her mother Mrs. Tanvi said as she continued chopping the vegetables.
"How can I not? We have to bake cookies together" Yashvi sat on the stool infront of the kitchen island.
"Go change your clothes" Tanvi said and Yashvi quick went to change.
When she came back she found her mother pouring the ingredients in a bowl.
"Mix this" Tanvi passed the bowl to Yashvi. Yashvi sat on her previous spot and did what her mother has asked her to do.
The whole time Yashvi was thinking of the ways in which she can tell her parents about Asad. She sat there lost in her thoughts.
"So?" Tanvi asked.
"So?" Yashvi questioned back.
"Tell me already. Who is the boy?" Tanvi said with a mischievous smile on her face.
"B-boy? What boy?" Yashvi asked as if she was clueless about what her mother was asking. Yashvi had doubts that her mother knew she was dating someone but never tried to confirm it.
"You know the boy you are dating. Also, the same boy you went to see today" Tanvi said trying very hard not to smile. The expression her daughter was giving was funny.
"I didn't go to meet a boy. I told you a friend of mine is in the city and wanted to meet me" she shrugged.
"Really? I didn't knew that you were so close to this friend of yours that your clothes smell like his perfume every other day" Tanvi said.
"Tell me, Yashu. I won't eat you. You know your father is searching a groom for you. Do you want to get married to someone whom you don't love?" Tanvi asked her daughter in a polite tone. Yashvi shook her head.
"I know you are seeing someone from past one year. I was waiting for you to tell us about him but you never did. We are not one of those Indian parents who will scold you for loving someone. Come on now tell me his name" Tanvi sat beside her daughter.
"A-Asad" Yashvi whispered.
"What? I can't hear you" Tanvi said.
"Asad" Yashvi said a bit louder this time.
"Muslim?" Tanvi asked and Yashvi nodded in response. Tanvi took a deep breath.
"Where are his parents from?" Tanvi asked.
"Lahore" Tanvi stiffened.
"Lahore? The one that is in Pakistan?" Yashvi nodded.
Tanvi was flabbergasted. What was she supposed to do now? Neither can she ask her daughter to forget Asad nor can she tell her husband about him.
"Yashvi, do you remember what your father said when you told us that you have a crush on a boy in your college?"
"I am fine with any one but a Muslim or a Pakistani" Yashvi repeated her father's words.
"Exactly and Asad is both" Tanvi sighed.
"I couldn't help falling in love with him maa. I tried to keep my feelings in check but just couldn't. I love him maa and I know he loves me too" Yashvi's eyes was filled up with tears now.
"What about his parents?" Tanvi asked as she wiped her daughter's tears.
"They too were upset when he told them but now they are happy" Yashvi hugged her mother and sobbed.
"I don't think your father will agree" Tanvi caressed her daughter's back "But I will try to explain him" she added. Yashvi tighten her hold around her mother. She was her biggest supporter.
"Thank you" Yashvi whispered.
So, I am trying to write something different.
In no way I mean to hurt anyone's emotion or degrade any country or religion. This is a fictional story so I request you all to take it in that way only.
I am already nervous about this story so please don't drop hateful comments. If you don't want to read this story simply skip it but please don't write something rude. It just discourages the writer.