Chapter 5

"Bhaijaan! ye kya kiya apne?" ayaan said in a shock as he tried to walk towards zoya to help her in getting up, but before he could reach asad pulled his hand back , making him stand still and shot a glare at her with pure venom.

The media kept on flashing light as they captured the moment through camera and video. Live footage started to play on every news channel possible, cursing asad's upbringing and his arrogant for being super star. The constant nagging of reporters covered his body completely and the lady who is hurt on floor was ignored. The angst in asad was at its peak, and he himself did not know what made him to do what he did. Was it care for Sara being his very good friend or was it simply because zoya said it? Did he felt he has a right on her to slap her? How could he? How could possibly he hurt someone that to a woman? As these questions crossed his mind he slowly started to unclench his hand from fist. It was not too long before securities and other official management took charged of the situation, they adviced ayaan to take him and his family home as quick as possible while the well built body guard were put to use as a barrier to refrain media from getting any close to asad's car, seeking the opportunity the driver drove off the car.

Later in the car, dilshad and nikhat were silence more than necessary as no one actually knew what to speak and what can cool asad's anger. However, waiting for almost half an hour by passing silence stare to each other finally dilshad felt its high time to speak to him about the event.

"asad..." dilshad started , her voice replaced the motherly warm tone and got replaced by a disappointing sad tone which asad noticed.

He looked up to his mom, but didn't really meet her eyes. He anger had subsided and now he was in better state of thinking, his conscience was now killing him with guilt as he clearly knew he made a mistake.

"Ammi... Sorry" he simply said with a genuine tone. Eyes still on floor, a thin layer of tears surfacing on his eyes. The genuine apology did not go miss by dilshad, she very well knew at this moment that he is guilty and there was no point on stretching the topic further and accusing & creating a scene in the car itself, which was the last thing in the list she wished to happen after the evening incident.

"Driver ...stop the car!" Dilshad requested in a calm voice while nikhat and ayaan both shared a confused worried look to each other. Asad is the only one who had a small smile on his face; we can say he just know dilshad very well.

The driver pulled over the car in the side of the street. Dilshad gently took nikhat's hand and got out of the car with a smile; "ammi-." Nikhat tried to object but the little press on her hand was enough to purse her lips.

"Ayaan tum bhi aao" dilshad called him waving her hand in air. Like, an obedient son ayaan too got out of the car without any arguments.

Leaving ayaan and nikhat together confused, she took a step ahead of her and waved her hand in air to stop a trespassing public transport. She signalled ayaan and nikhat to step in the bus, while she turned back to see asad for the final time before they leave for home.

"galti sudhari ja sake to use waqt rehte sudhar dena chahiye beta, isse pehle hum umra bhar kisi ke dil ka zakhm ban jaye" she said as she looked at the driver. "beta, asad sahab ko fir se wohi le jaye, jaha se abhi aye hai" she smiled again seeing asad smiling at her. He all of sudden felt releived, his conscience have already stoped annoying him. "Ammi, ap sabkuch kaise jante ho!" he said in a whisper.

Dilshad smiled as she closed the door "ammi hu, isliye sab janti hu" she winked at him as she stepped inside the bus. Asad smiled soflty while he nods his head in a yes.

"bhaijaan chale?" driver asked waiting for his order to start the car.

"hmm... chalo" he said tapping on driver's shoulder lightly. He turned his head to the window and sighed in content "ab bhi waqt hai!" he whispered remembering what his ammi just said to him.

It's been more than an hour since incident took place, after asad left zoya was the only punching bag left to be hit by media. She was horribly dragged in to the pitcher and was potrayed as a victim in public image. One after one questions started to open fired on her about all nuisance topic, options which even she did not had considered. The dislike for Asad, the super star (please note the sarcasm) were slowly started to convert in to hatred with every problems and incovenience she beared because of him & the slap! Whenever her cheeks reminded her , her blood boiled with rage. "I will not spare you, mr super star!" she promised herself and to him.

By the time asad reached the venue again, nothing was left to be taken back, the media gone, the time gone, and she... she too have left. Asad sighed as he felt he had to live with this guilt for the rest of his life. He looked up to sky for lending somekind of help while a tear fell down on his chin.

"are bhaijaan ap?" watchman asked with surprise.

"ap phir se kyu aa gaye, agar kisine dekh liya to khama kham me bavaal khada kar denge news wale." Watchman added.

Asad smiled on his concerned, a sweet warm smile "kyu mere peeche bahot kuch hua kya?" asad asked with a hint of amusement on his face looking at watchman's changing expression.

"Haan... sab apki burai kar rahe the, or us bechari ladki ka to tamasha bana diya sabne milke"watchman said with a sympathy towards the end. Asad eyes instantly went wide on him mentioning her's condition. He felt really guilty of making her suffer although she said something really wrong but what he did also cannot be justified, and asad have his judgemental quality intact with him always.

"ap jante hai wo ab kaha hai?" he asked with a sad tone, head touching chest and eye's locked with floor; Too ashamed to see in anyone's eye.

"wo to apne ghar chali gai" watchman added to his information. "kuch kaam tha usse?" he asked a little uncertain with question.

"haan, kuch kaam tha..." asad said in hardly audible voice. The pain and the guilt made the watchman to offer somekind of help to him. He quickly went near his table and brought a huge register having all names and number of everyone who visited here for the event.

"ye shayad kaam aa jaye." He said showing the register to asad.

Asad was too lost in his thought that he did not noticed watchman absence and then him coming back with a register. The moment the register came close to his eyes, he woke up from his thought.

Asad slowly scanned all the names with a frown as he readed it in super sonic speed in a hope to get a clue , even if it's a small.

A bright smiled settled on his lips when his fingers darted a particular number on a page. He made an imaginary circle around the name and number as he smiled in real happiness. Taking his cell out, he quickly clicked a shot over the page and checked the screen swapping two fingers for zoom. His happiness can be shown as he looked up to the sky and closed his eyes "ya allah, shukriya" mouthing it to no one but stars.

"samjhta kya hai khudko..." zoya chided while throwing bed cover and pillow in air.

She came home already upset after launching a written complaint against AAK in nearby police station on her ph urge , and it did not add to her good when her mother and younger sister spoted her before going home. Their ranting on how good asad is and how bad she has done irk her to more extent. She very well knew that despite being his ammi and sister they were more iof asad's supporter. This two ladies when together eated the brain out of her chanting on his qualities of asad and his looks. Yes you are right, they were the biggest and obsessed fans of asad, infact their home too looked some what like some stupid film sets. Why? Well humaira and zoya's ammi had sticked all kind of pose pitchers on wall, right from the door to the living room and bedroom. They did not even spared bathroom, there is a frame size photo right beside the entrance.I mean whoa! Why there for god sake! Zoya often wondered. And its because of humaira's obsession with AAK that finally zoya was forced to shift her bags from her room to guest room as she could no more tolerate this stupidity anymore. I mean humaira got a blanket on asad's print , who does that? She wondered.

Letting out a chuckle, she picked up the entire item she had threwn on floor and properly settled them back to their respective places. She picked up the last pillow on floor and placed it back on the bed neatly , before taking a look at the floormaking sure nothing is left. It's been a tired day , emotionaly as well as physically and all zoya wished to do right now is get under the covers and sleep peacefully. She quickly changed herself into a pair of Mickey Mouse payjama and got under the covers on her bed. She yawned as she waved her hand lazily as she searched for switchoff button for light. The moment she got them and the moment she was about to press it, her phone buzzed. Zoya let out a frustrating dry whimper as she pulled pillow on her face not wanting to talk to any one at this time of night. She already had enough of dramas for today, and if it's some media they better call her in morning.

With a determined resolution, she switched off the light letting the phone buzz as much as it wants. Its not even five minutes since she hided her form in dark when the phone buzzed again this time it signalled message. Still firm on ground of not letting any stupid call or message come between her sleep zoya chose to ignore the music till it gets shut on its own. But as the time passed the room echoed with more buzzing and beep sound from her self, no matter how hard she tried to catch up with sleep but she couldn't because of the consecutive flashes appearing on her cell brightning the room. With a loud grunt, she finally sneak peek from her covers checking up to the table clock which read 11: 40 pm ; " ya allah, kis besabre ki maut ai hai" she huffed in annpoyance as she threw the covers to one side before literally dragging herself to the table where she had kept her cell phone.

She swap the lock and waited to load the screen. Her eyes went wide on seeing 73 calls and 25 messages from unknown call. "ek ghante me itne calls!" her mouth shaped in perfect o' as she shecked with the messsages which said please come down'

"hain? Ye kaun hai ... or please come down ka matlab?" she asked her own reflection on mirror.

As she was about to delete everything and go back to sleep , not really caring for any message. "switch off kar deti hu" she said with a happy smile.

As her fingers reached for the button to switch off his cell , a notification slapped on her screen.

"whats app message from same unknown number" she found hersefl asking.

Zoya opened the apps and read the letters.

please come down , I'm waiting from past hour for you in back yard' she stared at the message with shock and anxiety as her eyes now have filled with question and no trace of sleep visible in them.

Zoya used a back door to get to the back yard. She kept 100 number on speed dial just when you need! She sighed.

The moment she reached backyard her eyes fell upon a male figure that had his back to her.

She took few more steps and stoped before she let him in to her personal space.

"excuse me?" she called and waited to see his face. By the figure itself she knew he is a very handsome man. It was too dark to notice more than the outline of his body.

The male turned and zoya eyes went wide in anger fear and lots more emotion. Her conciousness were blown away from his sudden visit.

"mr. khan...?!!" she said as her eyes stretched wider in shock and her legs backed off on its own. Suddenly the burning sensation on her cheeks where he had slapped her was back.

Her eyes stinged again with sour emotions which had been difficult to explain if you had asked her.

"apko yaha kisne ane diya?" she yelled angrilly turning back to call security.

Before she could do anything, he took hold of her hand and brought her close to his own warmth.

She moaned in pain as his grip on her was too tight to bear. Realizing the effect of his act, asad quickly left his hold and took two steps back.he pressed his head to his chest for a minute as she took this opportunity to rub her hand to soothe the pain and redness appearing on her wrist.

Asad took a deep breathe as his eyes tried hard to maintain an eye contact with her which she refused it completely.

"Ms Farooqui...please don't run!please we need to talk".