ZOYA’S PRINCE CHARMING………(Concluded)
The day started off as any other…..Saahil bent down to kiss Zeeshan as he slept peacefully….Zoya stood at a distance watching the two of them. Saahil was off to a business trip and she knew she would miss his presence. As they sat having breakfast, Dadi Ammi lightly teased Saahil that soon Zeeshan would need a sibling to play with. Saahil smiled as he looked at Zoya, her cheeks flushing pink, the comment having caught her unawares. Saahil hugged Dadi Ammi and Zoya and was soon off to the airport……
It would take him 4 hours to land in Delhi, so there was plenty of time for him to call, thought Zoya. She reclined on the sofa to catch up with the news having just helped Zeeshan with his studies. He was off to playing his video games. She switched on the news channel as Dadi Ammi came to join her. ” Our sources report that the left wing caught fire as the plane crashed on its way to Delhi. There have been reports of survivors……..”. The rest of the words sounded like voices from the outer world as Zoya and Dadi Ammi stared at the screen, too stunned to ask questions that they didn’t want answered. The flight number flashing on the screen was of the same plane that Saahil had boarded.
Zoya was the first one to muster courage, as she lightly touched Dadi Ammi’s shoulder. The wail let out by the elderly lady seemed like it was wrenched out of the core of her heart. Zoya held her in her embrace for as long as it took for her sobs to die down. Hearing them Zeeshan had come out of his room, now standing dumbfounded hearing the news flashing on TV. At 8 years he understood fully well what was happening. The maid held him close to her as she looked at Zoya, admiring for a brief second the strength of this woman as she held consoling Dadi Ammi, her own face drained of blood and eyes that looked zapped of life. Zoya urged Dadi Ammi to her room, and once assured that she was settled in bed, placed a call to their family doctor. She would want him at hand considering Dadi Ammi’s delicate health. She went to the drawing room, knowing fully well that she had to hold on to the last straw of hope and make the all important call of her life………
As she dialled the emergency number provided by the airport authorities, Zeeshan came over and clung to her arm mutely. She held him tightly as the call went through. “I am calling to enquire about the plane crash that happened a while ago. My husband was one of the passengers”, she said as she finally found her voice.”We would like a description Ma’am…” said the voice on the other side. “The plane crashed in an area with thick foliage of trees. We have 20 survivors with some injuries. There is a search and rescue operation going on for more…..”. “His name is Saahil Syed. He was wearing a sky blue color shirt (That’s his favourite color….He keeps telling me that pink reflects beautifully on my cheeks and I think the blue personifies so much that he is…….boundless and encompassing us all, with his love and care, like the sky….)with a navy blue jacket and trousers. He has a mole on his neck(And I fit in quite well in the crevice of his neck….like i belong there and when he passes his fingers through my hair, slight tremors run through my body although I haven’t told him about it……). He was carrying a briefcase with his name engraved on the top. (And although he looks as prim and proper as a businessman, he is more of a child at heart….when you search for him please don’t forget to search for a man with a disarming smile that can melt me even from a distance. He makes me laugh when he feels I am feeling blue and he teases me till I turn crimson at the cheeks. He understands my weaknesses always trying to help me overcome them. And i often wonder how he manages to come up with solutions to my problems even before I foresee them…..And yes he is a romantic at heart too……always sending me flowers when I am least expecting them, the odd call when I know he is busy in a meeting, the surprise dinner dates and the long drives at night with not a word spoken between the two of us, the silence more comfortable than a thousand words…..He is the strength this family needs, a father Zeeshan looks up to and a son that Dadi Ammi is proud of…..Please search with all your heart, among the survivors, the one person in this family who plays such varied roles with a maturity so alarming and true, just admiring and thinking about him can reduce you to tears……Search for him today with all your heart for all i can do is pray. Pray that you get my husband back to me……my husband, my prince charming…………). Zoya snapped out of the trance as the dull sound of the dead end at the other side registered and she held on to Zeeshan as she finally let the tears flow. She couldn’t let out the sob that was curling around her heart for she was the strength of the family at this hour…….
A couple of hours later Zoya sat in the drawing room with Zeeshan’s head in her lap and Dadi Ammi and the family doctor sitting pensive, there was still no news from the airport authorities. No one spoke a word for there wasn’t much to say. As the clock ticked by, the silence was broken by the sudden opening of the front door. And as all faces turned towards it there stood Saahil…..ragged clothes, looking completely shaken, the relief on his face starkly obvious…..No one moved for a moment, the shock making them wonder if it was a dream after all…….Zeeshan was the first one to move as he ran towards him, followed by Dadi Ammi. Saahil entered through the door to hug her, as the family doctor soon joined in to examine the bandages and the minor bruises……..The maids were letting out sighs of relief and through the commotion that followed Zoya stood transfixed at one spot……And finally their eyes met…….
As Saahil looked at her he saw today not his wife standing before him……..What he could see today was the girl Zoya, her soul reflecting in her eyes……..The Zoya he had always wanted to see…..And they smiled at each other. Each one knowing that today was a new beginning………
Concluded……..
. I went on a shopping binge because the plan of action was to get a job in Dubai while on visit . So, though it is a shopper's paradise i added a few good outfits in my kitty before i could attack the malls….So I, me, myself landed in the land of Arabs 
with no clue about which way life would go henceforth. That kept me away from family, friends n blogs (that explains my absence from iland). 
!!! The cr'me de la cr'me of shopping malls to choose from, the view of the Burj-al-Arab while on my way for work, an MNC to work in……..well can life get any better??? 