Chapter 12
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Banner Credits to AmorseFever aka Raz 
Chapter Twelve
Asad noticed her tears but even he wasn't aware that why her tears pierced his heart. The whole day he was in a dilemma that why he was hurt when she took an immediate but quiet exit from the moment, to not show her tears to anyone. But being helpless, he left for the office.
Dilshad's Room
In the evening, Dilshad was having rest, when her door knocked.
"Yes", Dilshad allowed.
She was in confusion that could the person be and Zoya skimmed out, leaning over the door with a tray in her hands.
"Arey Zoya! Come inside", Dilshad smiled.
Zoya put down the tray on the table lying near the bed and Dilshad patted the mattress of her bed, indicating her to have a seat near her.
And Dilshad said, "You don't need to ask for permission before entering in my room"
Zoya nodded and excitedly asked while handing over the mug of hot chocolate, "Tell me, how does it tastes? Accha hai tamatar college gayi hai nahin to saara pee jati", and giggled at the end.
"Umm...", Dilshad mocked to make a unsavorily to tease her but then continued
when Zoya made a pout, "Arey Baba! Its yum"
"You are right. If Najma could be here, she must have finished the whole two
mugs", Dilshad chuckled but Zoya's lips curved into a smile not because of
Dilshad's joke but because she liked it.
"Where are you?", Dilshad clasped her finger and took back Zoya in her senses.
"Nothing Phuppie", she whispered.
"By the way, why is it was especially for me?", Dilshad cocked her brows and asked.
Zoya pressed her lips and mumbled with nervousness, "Becauseee! Today is - mother's day...and...and I don't ha-have my moth-mother with me...so I wanted"wanted to...", her throat chocked in between before she could complete herself.
Dilshad enveloped Zoya in her embrace and while whipping tears and continued Zoya's incomplete sentence, "So you wanted to make this for me?", at which Zoya nodded like a kid of 5.
Dilshad sighed and said again hugging her, "Aww My baccha! Who said that you don't have your mother with you? I'm here na."
Zoya took herself back and looked at the woman who was just a host few days before for her but now she has become more than a host to her, and Zoya too wasn't merely a guest in Dilshad's life.
Dilshad caressed Zoya's cheek and kissed her forehead to consolidate her and she warned glaring at her, "And don't you dare to say that again...that your mother isn't with you"
Zoya smiled and nodded her head in agreement.
"Chalo ab jyada senti mat karo mujhe, I want to finish my yummy HOT chocolate, not COLD chocolate", Dilshad giggled and they both laughed.
Dilshad Constructions
Asad has postponed all her meetings in the first time of his career as he was highly professional architect, but this day was different. Whenever, he used to concentrate on anything, the only picture was revolving in front of his eyes was Zoya and her tears, when she witnessed a family moment.
He has listened once from Najma, that Zoya has lost her mother when she was a child and Zeenat's mother; Abeedah groomed her like her own child.
He was well aware with the feeling to lose a parent in such a young age, because he too had lost his father at very young age. Everything was piercing him, the tears rolling down her cheeks and her exit, but he assumed his pain wasn't for her but for that child Asad, who has lost his father at such a young age, that too with the introduction of his true colors.
Dilshad's Room
Zoya was lying on Dilshad's lap who was caressing her hairs softly. Dilshad was trying to ask a question from a long time but wasn't able to grab strength to discuss this matter, so she thought that it was a right time to ask.
"Zoya do you treat me as a mother?", Dilshad questioned soberly.
"Hahha! Come on phuppie. Now you are testing me?", Zoya joked casually.
"Zoya! I'm serious", Dilshad glared her.
"Yes I do Phuppie. Is there anything to ask?", Zoya replied.
"Then will you answer me honestly?", Dilshad bombarded the next question.
"Haahha! Okay", Zoya agreed with laughter.
"Don't you feel bad when Asad scolds you? Tell me honestly haan", Dilshad asked with a warning.
Zoya collected herself back from her lap and took her hand in her fist, "Are you still upset with yesterday's incident? Phuppie we had sorted eve--", Zoya tried to explain but Dilshad interrupted in between.
"Zoya! Jitna poocha hai utna bolo", she glared her.
Zoya sighed and said, "Yes I do"
And she continued herself, "But you know what phuppie? Yesterday when he talked with me...then I realized.."
She shrugged her shoulder and continued herself, "I realized that..That there is nothing in his heart..wo bas ek mask laga ke ghumna chahte hain..bure hone ka...kyun I don't know but I feel ke islie wo kisi se najre nahin milate "
She pressed her lips, "especially ...mujhse", and continued herself scrunching her brows, "Pata nahin kyun?"
"Indeed he become insensitive sometimes but - - but my Khala used to say, nobody is perfect...", she continued herself with a smile.
"Wese Do you know? Why doesn't he talk while looking into my eyes?", she asked confusingly to Dilshad.
Dilshad was astonished that how this girl came to know about his real feelings to this extent. Zoya, who has entered in their life hardly before a month was realizing his real nature and that, was a million dollar question.
A shrug to Dilshad back to her senses, "Phuppie!! Do yo know?", she again asked.
Dilshad was in dilemma that what will she do now but the same time the chummy Najma entered and asked with pout, "Haw! Hot chocolate that too, without ME? Not fair"
Zoya laughed and taunted, "Phuppie someone said few days before that she is on the diet"
Najma made a gloomy face at which Zoya laughed out loud and replied joining her hands, "Arey baba galati ho gayi. Go freshen up I'm making for you also. Nautanki", and she left while giggling.
Dilshad was sitting aghast, with Zoya's explanation about Asad, his behavior and invisible feelings. The two incidents which snatched his belief from the love, Rashid and Aseemah's have been vulnerable in his life and that's what the reason he didn't came near anyone so easily, especially Zoya because she looked like Aseemah and he used to think that his father's, correction his mean and cheat father's blood was in his veins, and he believed that it could force him anytime to ruin anyone.
She was lost that Zoya understood him so easily barely in one month and a single pleasant conversation and it confused her. She prayed Allah to answer her question soon
Night
Asad
usually used to come home at 7 but today his inner turmoil forced him to reach
home at 6. After few minutes, taking a cold bath, he noticed the bonding
between his mother and sister with Zoya, God knows why but his lips
automatically curved in a smile.
"Phuppie! Tonight I'm going to cook. You are at holiday", Zoya ordered to Dilshad.
"No!!", Dilshad and Najma said in unison.
"Why?", Zoya pouted.
"Don't pretend to be so innocent, as you don't know WHY?", Najma taunted.
"Haan! Now it's your chance right", Zoya clenched her jaw.
"Accha okay! I'll help in chopping and extra stuff. Is it okay?", Zoya asked with hope crossing her fingers.
Looking at her gloomy face Dilshad allowed her but just for help, which curved her lips in a wide U shaped smile.
Asad was observing all this, her smile relaxed him but even he wasn't aware that why did it effect him. To divert his mind from Zoya, he picked his laptop in his lap and continued typing something but nothing.
On the contrary, Zoya was chopping the vegetables and for a second she shifted her eyes to look at Asad, who was busy in his girlfriend according to her, his laptop. She rolled her eyes and the same time the knife cut her finger.
"Ah!", Zoya cried with pain.
"Zoya show me your hand", Dilshad took her hand in hers and ordered Najma to take first-aid box immediately. Meanwhile, her shrieked voice reached to Asad's eyes and he quickly left his seat. He wanted to run and scold her for her unaltered behavior, but something rooted his feet.
Zoya's finger was bleeding but Najma wrapped the band-aid around her finger, and this helped him to take a relieved sigh.
"Chaliye Phuppie lets start it again", she said normally to Dilshad.
Dilshad glared her and said, "Now you aren't going to help. Your finger is--", before she could continue the stubborn Zoya interrupted, "Come on Phuppie! Tomato is busy in her projects. How will you do this alone?"
Dilshad again tried to not allow her but Zoya being Zoya said, "Main apki har baat maanti hoon na", as she was warning.
"Accha okay I'll take care of myself. Now happy", she said cheekily.
Dilshad shrugged her head and Zoya busied herself in deep-frying the potatoes, but a dot hit his mind that why only Asad didn't came to look at her when she cut her finger and again she intentionally touched her hand with the boiling pan and burnt her hand, to grab his attention, which didn't get noticed by Dilshad.
"Ouch!!", she shrieked with pain.
Listening, her scream, he dropped her laptop down on the couch, and ran towards her immediately to look at her wound. He snatched her towards the couch and let her sit immediately.
"Give me the ointment fast", he ordered Najma as it was an emergency case.
Najma was searching the ointment but he glared her with red puffy eyes and yelled, "I said fast"
She handed it over to him and while scrubbing the ointment on her palm he scolded her in high pitch, "Khana banana nahi aata to kyu bana rahi thi"
"Mr. Khan I was just trying to--", but he cut her in between the sentence.
"What were you trying? To cut your hand...to burn your hand...and what will going to be the next tell me Ms. Farooqui.", he pretended to be insensitive and took his step back.
He asked in a rude tone but with pain, "What do you think of yourself Ms. Farooqui? It's not easy to do everything"
"Duniya ka esa koi kaam nahin hai jo Zoya Farroqui nahin kar sakti", he mocked and continued himself, "Ye kehna bahut easy hai...but it's not possible Ms. Farooqui"
"If you can't care for yourself...then care for those who care for you", he completed him facing his back to her.
Najma eyed her mother that why she wasn't scolding Asad this time, but Dilshad indicated her to be quiet.
Zoya ran from the living room towards her room with tears in her eyes. Asad too quickly moved towards his room.
Najma asked confusingly, "Ammi! Bhaijaan has again came to his wild avatar", and pouted.
"Nah! This was different Najma", she whispered quizzically and as usual Naj was unsuccessful to solve her mother's riddle.
Dilshad thanked Allah to answer her question so early. Now, she got the answers of her question, that how Zoya could understand his feelings because she was now urging for his attention and care. Indeed, he was insensitive towards her, but in her care not hatred. The feelings were developing and she had full faith on her Allah that they will correct everything. And to help them, in struggling with the different feelings was her duty.
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