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Hello all! How is everyone doing?
"Kaisi mohabbat?", he finally spoke.
Asfi and Zubiya have finally managed make me write again after a very long time. A small OS from me which I feel could have been better plot-wise...but this idea just wouldn't leave my head. Plus the Asfi in my head was running around all over the place disturbing my mental peace..and bugging me to write this down as the actual makers wouldn't let him have such a scene with Zubiya.šš
Ermm so before I change my mind...here it is! This OS is written from Zubiya's point of view as we hardly get to see her thoughts in the show.
And it wasn't supposed to be this long...but the characters simply ran away from me and wrote their own story. š¤
Timeline : This takes place a few days after Asfandyar finds Zubiya's ID card in his old boxes. And Zubiya doesn't know about it of course.
Please excuse me for any typing or grammatical mistakes.
Manmarziyan
Standing near the small kitchenette in the doctor's break room with a cup in her hands, Zubiya smiled slightly as she watched Dr. Haroon gulping down his tea swiftly and complaining about the fact that he had no time for any breaks today.
She wished it was the same case with her. The last week had been quite hectic with her being engrossed in keeping a strict watch over Khajista and her own other duties as a doctor.
Khajista had been finally discharged today leaving Zubiya with too much of free time on her hands. Time which didn't hesitate to remind her how royally she had messed up her life.
She glanced at Dr. Haroon again and waved at him as he bid her a quick goodbye.
And then she was alone.
Alone with her thoughts...her regrets.
Her small smile left her lips.
10 days...exactly 10 days had passed since she had trampled over the heart of the only man who would ever love her.
10 days since she had uttered the biggest lies of her life...
10 days since she had coldly assured Asfandyar that there could never be together.
Since then, he hadn't talked to her...hadn't glanced her way even once. They had passed each other in the corridor many times but he had walked past her as if she wasn't even there.
She deserved it, she knew...but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. His indifference had left her feeling hollow and cold from the inside.
She had difficulty sleeping. Sometimes, her throat would become so heavy with her suppressed sobs that she would have trouble swallowing her food.
But, she kept moving forward...going through the motions daily with only numbness as her constant companion.
Moving away from the kitchenette, she placed her tea on the table and stood there for some time thinking of what had become of her life.
Ami had left her, Abbi had left her, Rehan bhai had abandoned her...her dignity torn to shreds, with almost all her hope lost, she had come to this place with zero expectations...only hoping to sew back the tattered remains of her life.
But, she had gained something she hadn't even dreamed of...had been gifted with so much more. The care and concern of a man who had seemed so far beyond her reach...her mentor, her guide, her protector....her soulmate.
And if that wasn't enough... his whole family had welcomed her into their fold in a way that had made her feel as if she had always belonged in their house. She had gained a mother, a father and a sister.
She hadn't realized that her wounds had begun to heal themselves slowly...bit by bit until one day she realized that her past didn't make her cry anymore.
She had started to believe that she could finally be happy...that she could finally get over her pain and trauma of her past...until it had begun to wreak havoc in her life once again.
As her feelings for Asfandyar had increased, her past had begun to taunt her about her earlier mistakes, teasing her that no one would never love her if they knew her reality. It was holding her back from moving forward into the arms of the man who, she knew, wanted nothing from her except her love and companionship.
But, would he want her if he knew about her past...would he love her at all when he would, one day, recognize who she actually was...would he?
She didn't know. All she knew was that she couldn't bear to lose the respect, that she had worked so hard to gain, in his eyes..and that is why she had swallowed her anguish and been harsh with him. It was better to push him away now when things were still new between them.
She heard the door open behind her but didn't turn around. It was probably Dr. Haroon who was prone to forgetting his stethoscope in this room every time he was on a break. The door closed and she was alone once again...or so she thought.
A few seconds later, she felt the hair on her neck stand up and instantly turned around to find the object of her thoughts standing a few feet away from her.
Oh no...
It seemed like ages since she had gotten a good look at his face ...a tiny bubble of joy burst within her at having received this sudden opportunity to just look at him without any interruptions...
No! You cant...she sternly told herself and glanced away from him to get her emotions in check lest he sees them.
But why was he here...he had stopped coming here ever since their last meeting.
Maybe, for tea, she thought but noticed that he didn't seem to be moving towards the kitchenette. He was just standing there.
Schooling her features into a straight face, she looked back at him wondering why he was not saying or doing anything. And why was he looking at her so peculiarly?
She mentally ran a check ... was she missing her duties right now?
No, this was her break time.
Was she supposed to hand him any reports?
No...nothing. In fact, he had assigned all such duties to the other doctors minimizing his interaction with her as much as possible in the last week.
Khajista?
"Is there a problem...Sir?", she couldn't help but finally ask.
He still didn't say anything but he removed his glasses, put them in the pocket of his grey shirt and folded his hands behind his back.
"Kaisi mohabbat?", he finally spoke.
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Second part posted in the next post.
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