Veer Zara - Lift and Carry

 20 years later - each choice can have an impact on a story.  In this timeline, Zara the spoiled pretty girl from an influential Pakistani family was also a fitness junky. Her Bebe (nanny) was also her trainer. Underneath the vibrant salwar suit, lied a ripped body. A girl capable of lifting up enormous weights. Couple that with her self defense classes with bebe, she was a one of her kind. But in post partition Pakistan, kept it hidden. Her Bebe died and her final wish was to have her ashes be dropped in Indian river. An ever zealous Zara sets out in a bus to India to a neighboring country with iffy hostility. As fate would have it, the bus gets into an accident. Zara leaves her belongings and helps people escape the narrow cliffs. Carrying children from back of the bus to the gate, helping women, and old people. There was one family left, Zara helps them out but the bus is so unstable. As a last act to save them she attempts to get to the back of the bus and and use her body to stabilize it so the family can leave . When the last people were out, they thank her , she goes back in to get her bebe’s ashes and the bus drops further in the cliff with no one like her to hold it. She’s alone in unstable bus when she hears whirring of the helicopter . Squadron leader veer pratap Singh, me ! drops in with a harness. 

I was mesmerized by her beauty as they fly up . Her hair flies in her eyes and i helped her.  looking at each other . “wow ! Something about her is just too beautiful. Our torsos rubbing with each other, I’ve never felt body so tight. She was scared and held me tight , almost too tight as I felt like I am getting crushed but I wanted her to feel secure. Oh darn, her bag fell and she wants to go back down. Thats not our rules . She looks so sad and tightens her grip on me . Either it was the sadness or just the fear of getting crushed , I had to order the harness to get further down and we retrieve her bag . On based, I yelled at her for putting our lives in danger. She took it like a champ. It’s my time to go on a holiday . Camping at a dhaba, I see her - I actually see her - her suit is so flashy but also so tight . Her abs peak out of some fabric and her forearm vascularity is just so hot! I didn’t even notice that she came up to me to talk. She thanked me for saving her life and explained that her bag had ashes of her nanny. Something about her beautiful face and the story made me fall in love with her personality .

In the morning, we were in a crowded bus as I saw her pull herself up on the top of the bus. I got curious and went and sat with her. We got to talking and she was kinda going my way anyways. So I offered to direct her there . We talked about how our cultures are different and  same and felt more drawn to this Pakistani girl. We did the ashes thing and I asked her if she would like to spend a day with me. She said yes. We traveled to my hometown.  On the way I got my ankle sprained. She came to look at it and said she has seen this type of injury before. It’s gonna fix in no time . She took my backpack and helped me up , without warning, she just picked me up in a cradle. I was surprised and said “Zara yeh…” she just smiled and said “veer, aapka weight kaafi manageable hai” and started walking . Wind blew her hair back as her orange salwaar suit fluttered in northern Indian air . Me in my jacket and jeans capably carried in her arms. As she crossed bridges, farms, playfully chitchatting and singing around. For more playfulness , she started carrying me on her piggy back by the time we arrived to my village. 

I was in cradle again. All my village kids laughed and made fun of me as they came close to her and fawned over her personality. Indian Air Force pilot and Apple of everyone’s eye in my village being carried by a girl , a shorter girl, a Pakistani bubbly girl was sinking my ego but I was so in love. My adopted mom was upset that I married someone without asking and we cleared the confusion. One day rest and even the bruise of sprain was gone  . I missed being carried  by the strong bubbly Pakistani woman. I realized I was not hurt like since half a day but didn’t realize it as I was enjoying being carried by her so much. We had a spirited Lori celebration. In the morning , Zara showed young girls of my village how strong she was by throwing me around playfully, and taught them some basic self defense moves . She also lectured my parents about gender equality and they were smitten. They told me to drop her at the train station and my dad egged me to profess my feelings.

We started walk back soon we went to a bridge that my foot got stuck in . She bent down and got my foot out . She gently touched it and I was kinda aroused. She said “you’ve pretty feet.” And took one of her anklet and put on my leg. She playfully lifted me up in cradle again and carried me across the bridge . It was super romantic. We were at the station and I was about to confess my love when her fiance showed up . Damn it she was taken ! Such a perfect woman. We tearfully said goodbye to each other and just as the train was leaving, i realized I was still wearing her anklet . I looked behind and saw her greet me like it was the last time . My heart crushed. 

I imagined her everywhere. Looked at that anklet a lot. It’s like she was with me In shower , in mess, in helicopter , just lifting me , working out with me, picking me up and making out with me. Pinning me to the shower wall and kissing my neck and chest as I couldn’t move . My imagination was driving me crazy . I received a call from Pakistan that she’s been a mess without me as well and her friend said - she needs Me. I quit the force and went to Pakistan . There , I was met with hostility but I saw her and she ran into my arms, dipped me and kissed me in front of everyone. Her mom said - leave her please and I never turn down moms, even if I have to live without my mommy. We had another tearful goodbye but just before leaving, I got caught by police and they framed me for something. Her fiancé said he’ll do bad things to her if I don’t stay in prison forever . I love her so much that I stayed in prison for like 10 years. Her memory was a refuge as I imagined her chest , her biceps, her forearms, her legs, her abs, her adorable personality. Hope she’s happy. 

All until a hot lawyer came in to ask me my sob story . She made an appeal on my behalf and went to my old village to find Zara . My village was transformed into a matriarchal progressive society . Jacked girls everywhere , lush farms, state of the art engineering . She found Zara. Still a knockout , twice in size all lean muscle. I saw her in court . She’s still 5’3” but my prison diet and lack of excercise made me look like a taller lanky old man child in front of her sturdy ass body. Her salwar suit , albeit more conservative still struggles to keep her muscles hidden . We had a tearful reunion that ended with her carrying me home  .

I won the case and  Zara carried me across the border. I finally had sex with her and it was everything I ever imagined. I lived my rest of the life happily with the one I loved. 

They’ll always remember Veer Zaara