Chapter 1

[MEMBERSONLY]

The Sun beam indulged the surface of a black SUV, running almost with the speed of light, the two deep brown orbs visible in the rear view mirror of the vehicle. The astonishment and implausibility could easily perceive in the pair of eyes along with the recollection of memories. The path was empty, not even a bird was flying there and it seemed that dessert has refuge in the city of lakes.

Asad Ahmed Khan, the man of principles and few words, the one who has always been next to the mystery to everyone, or we can say the close book. The book conjugated with the mysteries and memories of his life along with the feelings and emotions. Yes, the feelings which were the only aspect totally unexpected from the man of anger, which has been his only existence. Not, by the name, he was a lion in real, when is he going to fume in rage, it's incognizant. 

He spun the stirring wheel furiously and drove even faster than before, when the past started overpowering his mind and memories with stimulation.

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Asad was passing through the dargah, when unusual feeling coerced him to stop and forcefully dragged him to enter the dargah. He tied a handkerchief on my head to cover it and hiding the hairs as well. The whole atmosphere was humming with hymns and people were tying some strings on a wall, as mannat ka dhaga, but may be the Allah himself has planned to tie a new string. He seated down on his knees over a clean and crisp holy piece of cloth to offer the namaaz. He cupped his hands and raised them towards the height of his eyes and closed those pair of hazel orbs.

His eyes fell on her when he opened them. She was nothing but a stranger; still he felt a connection with her. She was too far from him and her appearance was too vague, all he could see was her red puffy eyes. She was dressed in a white salwar-kamiz, but entirely wrapped with a simple but elegant black shawl; even her head was covered with it, which was making him unsuccessful to have her glimpse.

He, himself was so astonished that why she was grabbing all his attention, but he remained without answered. Already, he was so incapable to achieve her only glance, so he can justify himself that why was she so familiar, when a hair strand fall on her face which made even more difficult for him to see her. All he could see was the tear droplet destined to the floor from her doe-shaped red eyes those have engulfed the anguish and her misery. Her pain, cries and umpteenth hidden questions were not remain unnoticeable by him.

Spontaneously, his hands themselves raised to pray for her, for her and her unknown pain. He shut the lid of his eyes tightly and supplicated the Allah to bless the girl with all the happiness of the life, which was not so unknown to him and finally, he rested for few seconds. He opened his eyes calmly and found nothing, as she left the dargah. He looked here and there in her search but didn't succeed. He ran for his last hope that was outside the dargah, he searched everywhere but she was no where.

He was in dillema, why was she so familiar to him, even though he has not seen her face clearly...why?  But the same time his eyes fell on the muddy surface, and what took his attention was ...the black shawl. The shawl belonged to her, he tried even more to find her but failed and he left with the shawl, her shawl

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Why was she saw familiar to me, I have'nt took a clear glance of her ...her appearance was vague...then why was she so familiar...I often visit the dargaah...but today what was it which dragged me...why did I search for her...

All these questions were echoing in the mind of the man to whom words and expressing himself was not his cup of tea, but now all these questions were disturbing him with full strength and he wanted to shut his, mind his thoughts.

In the intensity of the thoughts, his car jerked with a thud, he stopped the car when he realized that in the dillema, he has hit someone from the car. He jumped out of the car and examined the person, lying on the floor. 

But he was so unaware that the girl was not the one who easily forget this, if  he was the man of few words, than for her words were her biggest strength, the name itself, Zoya Farooqui. She collected herself from the floor and twitched her hairs, from her face in the air.

he remained silent as someone has zipped his mouth, and he remain like that only when she clasped her fingers in front of his face and said, "Oh Hello Mr.!!Andhe hone ke sath behre bhi ho kya!!", she snapped with creased brows.

But Asad was so stunned would be an understatement, he was astonished; shocked that how was it possible. Contradictorily, Zoya was fuming with anger that why the hell this man was not answering, he was just staring at her, like a fool.

But zoya being zoya continued herself and said, "accha!! Now you have the audacity to confess your crime without any shame...!! She spilled in a single breath without thinking a second and kept on saying, "How you can be so irresponsible and shameless...pehle to takkar marte ho...and now you are saying just those three golden words...I AM SORRY...that too without any shame", she yelled in a harsh and bittery tone.

She was increasing the anger of the Lion, the Asad Ahmed Khan, known for his anger only, but now he was all done, "Hold on Lady!! You too could have been walking in the senses on the road...and if not...then you don't have any right to blame anyone else", he clenched his jaws, but when zoya was going to interrupt him he showed his forefinger and completed himself, "And if you cant  ... then stop walking on the road"

But stopped when he started walking towards her and snapped, "First learn, what the manners and shame are...then talk!!", he was about to leave when she called from behind.

He replied without looking at her in a calm voice, "Even I am not dying!!".

They both left facing the back to each other with the promise of not to meet each other ever, but Asad left with amazement and some unanswered questions that how it was possible... . The both left incognizant of the reality, the destiny and the decision of the Allah!