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Chapter 3
"Doctor, how much days more i have to pretend to be her husband?" Asad chided on nazma in corridor of hospital.
"You already know her condition james. She still needs emotional support from her family." Nazma says looking at zoya's sleeping form throught the glass wall.
"Doctor thats exactly what i wanted to say, 'she needs her real family, and not set up husband" asad could no longer hold the headache and discomfort he was bearing by this drama and he ventilated on doctor nazma.
"But james her family donot care for her.can't you see? " dilshad enters het nose in between and asad could feel his defeat walking in.he rolls his eyes on her presence,dilshad half smile watching him annoyed; " james she is here under observation from more than a week, yet they just came here only to see her twice , that only once i have seen their complete family and the second time , daughter in law of that house visited her in afternoon. That's it? Do you really think they care and she is safe in their hand." Dilshad kept her 2 cent of observation in front of asad and waited till he calculate and valuate the fact and truth if what she said.
"But she have to go to them one day right, we have to send her there after she gets a discharged" asad tries to explain his point on how can he not play this role anymore.
"James listen" dilshad and nazma both says together.
"She might have danger there, you know better james how can a family have grievances against their own blood and butcher them" nazma looks at dilshad with mouth open , while asad mentally stabs himself on hearing dilshad's theory.
"Doctor till now we didn't get any proves against them. So for us they are innocent till now" stella walks in to them shutting the door to zoya's room close.
"But then how come her family have no concerns for their daughter?" Nazma creases her brow in confusion.
"Because, zoya is gaffur siddique's first wife child, and when she was your razia siddique had dumped her in hostel. Razia siddique was only 17 when ahe got married to 36 years old gaffur."stella looks at dilshad an then at nazma.
"For money of course!" Dilshad shakes her head in disgust while stella and asad nods their head in yes.
"Bingo!' Exclaims asad with a hand bullet in air.
Nazma giggle and stella smirks on his gesture and again the serious questions pops in.
"Then why she donot have siddique surname? Why farooqui?" Nazma again asks and its now asad's turn to answer her.
"Because, she ran away from hostel at the age of 14 to her cousins home zeenat farooqui and her phuphi rukhsar farooqui to india."
"But they said she was in south right?" Dilshad inquires more looking at asad.
"She had escaped hostel long back. They lied us" asad nods in agreement to stella.
"Oh my god! Do you still want her to stay with people like them?" Nazma inquires with a hope to get an answer in negative. Although zoya is just a patient there, but hwr bature and ppersonality could melt anyone. Her joyial nature is best above all in less then a week she already became star patient of hospital, everybody became fond of her; except asad who was busy running away from her; scared with all hubby- wifey act.
"Asad her life is in danger and right now she is in a state of shock. After hearing her family ideology on her , i strictly oppose the idea of her staying with them. And what if the culprit is still in open, we cant take risk of putting her in some homes." Dilshad gets interrupts with asad's voice.
"Then what is the option?" He ask looking at her with anger and look which says ' you better dont testy patience lady'
"You take her home!" Dilshad completes with smirk , knowing him glaring her makes her proud of her advice.
"What!!?" Asad yells out louder and immediately gets scolded by a nurse passing by "shh, its hospital"
Asad quickly says a weak sorry and turns to look at both ladies to debate more, but when he turn he finds stella and nazma are hugging each other and they are felicitating dilshad's advice.
"Ya allah, ye kaha fas gaya main!"He find himself sending small prayer in air.
In the ward of zoya, everyone from the hospital came to bid her good bye; the atmosphere looks similar to the even where dulhan's bidai takes place. Ward boy nurses and doctor and even few patients stood there with IVs syringe hanging around their wrist to say her good bye.
Asad stood there , far from the crowd with one bag in his hand which had zoya's clothes and few accessories nazma had given her in hospital and not to forgwt it also had her medical reports for future consults.
He felt confuse on his emotion watching the people hugging and kissing her fake wifey, some time he laughed and sometime he groan in frustration, the later reaction happened whenever his eyes met dilshad after all she played the culprit role here in pushing him to do this. Ugh! He groan mentally again
"Ok zoya, it's time for you to leave this hospital, but do remember to take all medicines prescribed on time and also do the extra thing i said you, ok" nazma giggles on asad face reaction. His ears stood up on hearing extra! " what extra" he found himself asking.
Dilshad chuckles and helps zoya with nazma to walk to the exits. Once they reached there asad quickly runs ahead to get his car for them.
"Zoya, this is my number keep it with you and call me whenever you want to talk to me. Dont worry about your memory , you have met really bad accident and this is temporary shock you are experiencing. Once you calm down totally , yoi will start gaining your past clips" dilshad paused for a while brushing her hair with affection; "don't you worry
You will be soon healed. Praise the lord" zoya hugged back dilshad in an emotional form as tears flew from her eyes wetting dilshad's shoulder with every drops.
The barking of horn behind them indicated asad's presence, wiping zoya's tears dilahad kissed hwr forehead and walked with her to the car.
"Allah hafiz" zoya bided bye to nazma stella and dilshad.
"Good bye zoya" everyone including staff wished her bye, waving their hands in air.
Asad chuckled in amusement onseeing zoya's hands with her half body out from widow wishing behind bye.
"Hey ms farooqui!"he shot up his words; " get in or else you will hurt yourself" he completes his scolding and turn his head straight on road. A small smile occurs on her lips feeling his concern for her and obediently she sits properly inside and watches asad through front mirror of car.
"You wanna sleep? You can, you know; its a long way before we reach home" asad informs her looking at her through front mirror.
"Its feel good.." Zoya nods her head slightly and then whispers softly to herself but being the cop he is ,no voice can escape without his acknowledgement.
"What feels good ma farooqui?" He asks with a raise brow.
"Home, you said we are going home. It feels so good to hear this, as if i have been missing home since forever" her voice fall at the end and asad notices it so soon he tries to change the topic and enlighten the mood with some soft music.
The rest of the journey to asad house was in silence only the music could be heard.
Yes sometimes he halted the car for her to ask whether she is good or she needs something and she noded her head for any answer. That's it! Apart from that thwy didnt talk much. The thick ice around them was difficult to slice by both parties and they gave it away.
Soon the car enters a lane and parks infront of a small house.its a one storey brick-built house in condemned position. She watches the house while getting out of car; asad soon locks the car and stand behind her silently with amused a expression and funny wringing of brows.
"Is it our home?" She asked amazed , her eyes glistened with bliss and tear and her heart warms up just by the feel standing near her house.
"Yeah it is, i pay the rent taxes and pretty much every debts so yeah its mine" asad cracks a silly joke making zoya giggle; "ours home" she corrected him and with a nod they both enters the house with right feet.
"That's room on the left is bedroom, there over there its kitchen" asad points at each direction explaining what is where. Zoya sees the complete house as guided by him and ends up in her last destination, one spare room.
"Asad its a beautiful home."zoya says in awe looking at every door and wall and also scraps on floor.
Asad eye's roam around every dirt, broken paints , green walls, muddy stairs and web of spider and not to forget all clothes scattered everywhere.
"Yeah it is bea-u-ti-fool" asad mock his tone in sarcasm.
Zoya nods in yes unaware of asad's aim on her."asad can i have shower please"she asks softly biting her lower lips in nervousness.
"Yeah of course you can ms farooqui" he says pushing upstair spare door open and letting her in. You can go and get freshen up here" he says showing her washroom.
Asad turns to leave when zoya calls him again.
"Asad, can you please get me a towel and my dress or gown to wear for sleep." She again say softly with her heads down.
"Oh yes, of course i will." He fake an answera and quickly runs down to his room.
"Oh damn yar, from where i gonna get her clothes. " he swipes his hand in his locks in tension then quickly runs to his closet pulling out as many clothes as possible.
His hands move around one boxer and a long white shirt , forcing the clothes back in he run up picking up his used towel to give zoya.
He knocks and stands a little away to the door , his back is facing the door. Zoya shows her damp hand out vy slightly open door and asad quickly hands over her what he got and without turning he escapes the room. Zoya shut the door back, and leans on door frame ,smiling at her cute husband.
Asad is tossing on few channels when he hears the knob of zoya's room open.
"Asad?" She calls.
"I am here wifey" he answers back without withdrewing eyes from screen.
Zoya comes out of room , by pulling her shirt down to knees and othwr hand clutching her collar to avoid revealing her assets.
Asad look up to see her as she took a long time to get down to him.
He stars and instantly an amusement washes over him to see zoya in oversized manly shirt, sleeves are hanging down despite of her attempt to fold sleeve from corner. And the boxer he gave , she is holding it with her one hand and with same she is pushing her fingers to pull the shirt down to knees.
Asad shrugs his shoulder in casual and again focusses his attention back to tv show.
"Asad?" Zoya calls him back softly and in hesistant voice.
"Ya?" Asad reply not looking at her at all.
"Where are my clothes asad, this donot feet!" She says sofrly in a childlike tone wiping drops of her wet hair with the back of cuffs over head.
Asad smiles at her and then gets up from his seat.
"Come. " he says.
He makes her sit on couch while he gets in his room to pick up few things for help .
Zoya watches him coming to her with pins , the strap with which we dry clothes on rope and his belt.
Asad takes her hand and pull the sleep up till her should and then fix it with clothes strap pin. He does the same with othwr hand too.
Now lots of clothes gathers under her arms and she resembles like pumkin.
Zoya stays quite when he takes a safety pin and hooks the both ends of collar fixing her upper body behinf his shirt.
"Get up" he orders and without any argument she gets up quietly.
He lifts her shirt up and circles the belt he got around her waist above the boxer and ties it up.
"See! Problem solved" he says admiring his own mess.
Poor zoya stands there in a funny state yet she seal her lips refraining herself to complaint.
"Thanks " she says again and asad nods in reply.
"Food is getting heated, till then take this medicine which you are suppose to have ot before eating dinner." Zoya nods with a smile and gets up to take water, she picks up medicine from his palm and gulps it in. Till then asad finishes with serving dinner on plate.
"Burger?" She looks at food in shock and sad face.
"Why don't you like them?" Asad asks in a tense look.
"No i do like it but its dinner,its ok i like it" she quickly contrast her own statement and eat it what is there on plate without thinking once.
The dinner gets done and asad starts to pick up plates dumping in wash basin.
Zoya nods drinking the last drop of water in, she actually had water more than the dry bread to swallow in her system as usual he noticed but dint bothered.
She gets up to help him in cleaning when he shows her his hand stopping her from helping; " its OK! I will do it.you are weak ms farooqui you should be taking rest now. Go to the room where you went for bath , you will be sleeping there for some days" he says pointing at thr stairs.
"But asad why i am not sleeping in our room. Why separate?" She asks with scrunch brow.
Asad nods in dejection and without any further talk ,he picks her up taking her in his arm to her room. He was too tires to speak for the day and so he choosed action than word.
"Sleep!" He says putting her on bed .
Asad turns to leave the room when she hold his wrist.
"Asad, i am scared here. Can you atleast be with me for some time.please" she asks narrowing her eyes in plead which no man can deny. So with a cold sigh he sits back on bed near her head and next minute he is taken back when zoya keeps her head immediately on his laps , smuggling it for comfort. He feels a burn in lower abdominal and moves his legs ,making her fall on bed. She pouts but keep quites.
"Ok ms farooqui.you should sleep now. I have to go
Ok" he asks and she nods in yes with small smile.
Asad gets up quickly and walks out of door with out looking once at her eyes who are admiring her husband while he diminishes through the thick darkness.
"Doctor, how much days more i have to pretend to be her husband?" Asad chided on nazma in corridor of hospital.
"You already know her condition james. She still needs emotional support from her family." Nazma says looking at zoya's sleeping form throught the glass wall.
"Doctor thats exactly what i wanted to say, 'she needs her real family, and not set up husband" asad could no longer hold the headache and discomfort he was bearing by this drama and he ventilated on doctor nazma.
"But james her family donot care for her.can't you see? " dilshad enters het nose in between and asad could feel his defeat walking in.he rolls his eyes on her presence,dilshad half smile watching him annoyed; " james she is here under observation from more than a week, yet they just came here only to see her twice , that only once i have seen their complete family and the second time , daughter in law of that house visited her in afternoon. That's it? Do you really think they care and she is safe in their hand." Dilshad kept her 2 cent of observation in front of asad and waited till he calculate and valuate the fact and truth if what she said.
"But she have to go to them one day right, we have to send her there after she gets a discharged" asad tries to explain his point on how can he not play this role anymore.
"James listen" dilshad and nazma both says together.
"She might have danger there, you know better james how can a family have grievances against their own blood and butcher them" nazma looks at dilshad with mouth open , while asad mentally stabs himself on hearing dilshad's theory.
"Doctor till now we didn't get any proves against them. So for us they are innocent till now" stella walks in to them shutting the door to zoya's room close.
"But then how come her family have no concerns for their daughter?" Nazma creases her brow in confusion.
"Because, zoya is gaffur siddique's first wife child, and when she was your razia siddique had dumped her in hostel. Razia siddique was only 17 when ahe got married to 36 years old gaffur."stella looks at dilshad an then at nazma.
"For money of course!" Dilshad shakes her head in disgust while stella and asad nods their head in yes.
"Bingo!' Exclaims asad with a hand bullet in air.
Nazma giggle and stella smirks on his gesture and again the serious questions pops in.
"Then why she donot have siddique surname? Why farooqui?" Nazma again asks and its now asad's turn to answer her.
"Because, she ran away from hostel at the age of 14 to her cousins home zeenat farooqui and her phuphi rukhsar farooqui to india."
"But they said she was in south right?" Dilshad inquires more looking at asad.
"She had escaped hostel long back. They lied us" asad nods in agreement to stella.
"Oh my god! Do you still want her to stay with people like them?" Nazma inquires with a hope to get an answer in negative. Although zoya is just a patient there, but hwr bature and ppersonality could melt anyone. Her joyial nature is best above all in less then a week she already became star patient of hospital, everybody became fond of her; except asad who was busy running away from her; scared with all hubby- wifey act.
"Asad her life is in danger and right now she is in a state of shock. After hearing her family ideology on her , i strictly oppose the idea of her staying with them. And what if the culprit is still in open, we cant take risk of putting her in some homes." Dilshad gets interrupts with asad's voice.
"Then what is the option?" He ask looking at her with anger and look which says ' you better dont testy patience lady'
"You take her home!" Dilshad completes with smirk , knowing him glaring her makes her proud of her advice.
"What!!?" Asad yells out louder and immediately gets scolded by a nurse passing by "shh, its hospital"
Asad quickly says a weak sorry and turns to look at both ladies to debate more, but when he turn he finds stella and nazma are hugging each other and they are felicitating dilshad's advice.
"Ya allah, ye kaha fas gaya main!"He find himself sending small prayer in air.
In the ward of zoya, everyone from the hospital came to bid her good bye; the atmosphere looks similar to the even where dulhan's bidai takes place. Ward boy nurses and doctor and even few patients stood there with IVs syringe hanging around their wrist to say her good bye.
Asad stood there , far from the crowd with one bag in his hand which had zoya's clothes and few accessories nazma had given her in hospital and not to forgwt it also had her medical reports for future consults.
He felt confuse on his emotion watching the people hugging and kissing her fake wifey, some time he laughed and sometime he groan in frustration, the later reaction happened whenever his eyes met dilshad after all she played the culprit role here in pushing him to do this. Ugh! He groan mentally again
"Ok zoya, it's time for you to leave this hospital, but do remember to take all medicines prescribed on time and also do the extra thing i said you, ok" nazma giggles on asad face reaction. His ears stood up on hearing extra! " what extra" he found himself asking.
Dilshad chuckles and helps zoya with nazma to walk to the exits. Once they reached there asad quickly runs ahead to get his car for them.
"Zoya, this is my number keep it with you and call me whenever you want to talk to me. Dont worry about your memory , you have met really bad accident and this is temporary shock you are experiencing. Once you calm down totally , yoi will start gaining your past clips" dilshad paused for a while brushing her hair with affection; "don't you worry
You will be soon healed. Praise the lord" zoya hugged back dilshad in an emotional form as tears flew from her eyes wetting dilshad's shoulder with every drops.
The barking of horn behind them indicated asad's presence, wiping zoya's tears dilahad kissed hwr forehead and walked with her to the car.
"Allah hafiz" zoya bided bye to nazma stella and dilshad.
"Good bye zoya" everyone including staff wished her bye, waving their hands in air.
Asad chuckled in amusement onseeing zoya's hands with her half body out from widow wishing behind bye.
"Hey ms farooqui!"he shot up his words; " get in or else you will hurt yourself" he completes his scolding and turn his head straight on road. A small smile occurs on her lips feeling his concern for her and obediently she sits properly inside and watches asad through front mirror of car.
"You wanna sleep? You can, you know; its a long way before we reach home" asad informs her looking at her through front mirror.
"Its feel good.." Zoya nods her head slightly and then whispers softly to herself but being the cop he is ,no voice can escape without his acknowledgement.
"What feels good ma farooqui?" He asks with a raise brow.
"Home, you said we are going home. It feels so good to hear this, as if i have been missing home since forever" her voice fall at the end and asad notices it so soon he tries to change the topic and enlighten the mood with some soft music.
The rest of the journey to asad house was in silence only the music could be heard.
Yes sometimes he halted the car for her to ask whether she is good or she needs something and she noded her head for any answer. That's it! Apart from that thwy didnt talk much. The thick ice around them was difficult to slice by both parties and they gave it away.
Soon the car enters a lane and parks infront of a small house.its a one storey brick-built house in condemned position. She watches the house while getting out of car; asad soon locks the car and stand behind her silently with amused a expression and funny wringing of brows.
"Is it our home?" She asked amazed , her eyes glistened with bliss and tear and her heart warms up just by the feel standing near her house.
"Yeah it is, i pay the rent taxes and pretty much every debts so yeah its mine" asad cracks a silly joke making zoya giggle; "ours home" she corrected him and with a nod they both enters the house with right feet.
"That's room on the left is bedroom, there over there its kitchen" asad points at each direction explaining what is where. Zoya sees the complete house as guided by him and ends up in her last destination, one spare room.
"Asad its a beautiful home."zoya says in awe looking at every door and wall and also scraps on floor.
Asad eye's roam around every dirt, broken paints , green walls, muddy stairs and web of spider and not to forget all clothes scattered everywhere.
"Yeah it is bea-u-ti-fool" asad mock his tone in sarcasm.
Zoya nods in yes unaware of asad's aim on her."asad can i have shower please"she asks softly biting her lower lips in nervousness.
"Yeah of course you can ms farooqui" he says pushing upstair spare door open and letting her in. You can go and get freshen up here" he says showing her washroom.
Asad turns to leave when zoya calls him again.
"Asad, can you please get me a towel and my dress or gown to wear for sleep." She again say softly with her heads down.
"Oh yes, of course i will." He fake an answera and quickly runs down to his room.
"Oh damn yar, from where i gonna get her clothes. " he swipes his hand in his locks in tension then quickly runs to his closet pulling out as many clothes as possible.
His hands move around one boxer and a long white shirt , forcing the clothes back in he run up picking up his used towel to give zoya.
He knocks and stands a little away to the door , his back is facing the door. Zoya shows her damp hand out vy slightly open door and asad quickly hands over her what he got and without turning he escapes the room. Zoya shut the door back, and leans on door frame ,smiling at her cute husband.
Asad is tossing on few channels when he hears the knob of zoya's room open.
"Asad?" She calls.
"I am here wifey" he answers back without withdrewing eyes from screen.
Zoya comes out of room , by pulling her shirt down to knees and othwr hand clutching her collar to avoid revealing her assets.
Asad look up to see her as she took a long time to get down to him.
He stars and instantly an amusement washes over him to see zoya in oversized manly shirt, sleeves are hanging down despite of her attempt to fold sleeve from corner. And the boxer he gave , she is holding it with her one hand and with same she is pushing her fingers to pull the shirt down to knees.
Asad shrugs his shoulder in casual and again focusses his attention back to tv show.
"Asad?" Zoya calls him back softly and in hesistant voice.
"Ya?" Asad reply not looking at her at all.
"Where are my clothes asad, this donot feet!" She says sofrly in a childlike tone wiping drops of her wet hair with the back of cuffs over head.
Asad smiles at her and then gets up from his seat.
"Come. " he says.
He makes her sit on couch while he gets in his room to pick up few things for help .
Zoya watches him coming to her with pins , the strap with which we dry clothes on rope and his belt.
Asad takes her hand and pull the sleep up till her should and then fix it with clothes strap pin. He does the same with othwr hand too.
Now lots of clothes gathers under her arms and she resembles like pumkin.
Zoya stays quite when he takes a safety pin and hooks the both ends of collar fixing her upper body behinf his shirt.
"Get up" he orders and without any argument she gets up quietly.
He lifts her shirt up and circles the belt he got around her waist above the boxer and ties it up.
"See! Problem solved" he says admiring his own mess.
Poor zoya stands there in a funny state yet she seal her lips refraining herself to complaint.
"Thanks " she says again and asad nods in reply.
"Food is getting heated, till then take this medicine which you are suppose to have ot before eating dinner." Zoya nods with a smile and gets up to take water, she picks up medicine from his palm and gulps it in. Till then asad finishes with serving dinner on plate.
"Burger?" She looks at food in shock and sad face.
"Why don't you like them?" Asad asks in a tense look.
"No i do like it but its dinner,its ok i like it" she quickly contrast her own statement and eat it what is there on plate without thinking once.
The dinner gets done and asad starts to pick up plates dumping in wash basin.
Zoya nods drinking the last drop of water in, she actually had water more than the dry bread to swallow in her system as usual he noticed but dint bothered.
She gets up to help him in cleaning when he shows her his hand stopping her from helping; " its OK! I will do it.you are weak ms farooqui you should be taking rest now. Go to the room where you went for bath , you will be sleeping there for some days" he says pointing at thr stairs.
"But asad why i am not sleeping in our room. Why separate?" She asks with scrunch brow.
Asad nods in dejection and without any further talk ,he picks her up taking her in his arm to her room. He was too tires to speak for the day and so he choosed action than word.
"Sleep!" He says putting her on bed .
Asad turns to leave the room when she hold his wrist.
"Asad, i am scared here. Can you atleast be with me for some time.please" she asks narrowing her eyes in plead which no man can deny. So with a cold sigh he sits back on bed near her head and next minute he is taken back when zoya keeps her head immediately on his laps , smuggling it for comfort. He feels a burn in lower abdominal and moves his legs ,making her fall on bed. She pouts but keep quites.
"Ok ms farooqui.you should sleep now. I have to go
Ok" he asks and she nods in yes with small smile.
Asad gets up quickly and walks out of door with out looking once at her eyes who are admiring her husband while he diminishes through the thick darkness.
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