Drabble/OS Prompts - #22 up FEB 26 (Index for all prompts on page 1) - Page 76

Originally posted by: mochhug

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I know I tend to disappear 😆

What can I say? School's literally kicking my butt. Among other things. And you know my time management skills aren't the best 😆

BUT I am back for the time being 😆

Asya r very naughty now
loved how their played
zoya really played good with asad
i thought asad would won but at last zoya won
their r very cute niw after their marriage
loved that spell bitten part...
Simi it was pnce again a good update...
Thanks for the pm n update soonish

Nice & Naughty Asya
Thanks for pm

this is awesome

Simi, that was FAB! One of my favorites now. 😳

Originally posted by: -LiveLoveLaugh-

Simi, that was FAB! One of my favorites now. 😳

So hot! I love my naughty Asad and Zoya and their adorable married life. And of course, Zoya wins. 😆 It was so cute, too! 😃

I hope you write more of these! 😉 I can't get enough of fluffy stories like this. 😳

-Fari. 😳 ❤️

OS #20 was beautiful👏

Originally posted by: NAVI55

OS #20 was beautiful👏

It was fun, sexy and so engaging👍🏼

I loved it❤️

Great work Simmi👍🏼

A/N: Here is the next one.

I realize that this story has sensitive subject. I have tried to make it sound as believable as possible. Loss of a child is very hard.

Request by KSGmiAmor

Prompt: "Asad and all the men came back home after burying Asad and Zoya's 5 year old daughter as she died because of fire. Zoya and Asad crying together and consoling each other and remembering their daughter's cute moments"

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Bleary eyed and stoic, Zoya stumbled her way into the room that she had been dreading entering. The pale pink and white door creaked in the stillness of the night as she opened it with her shaky hands. She entered the room and tried to look around the room in the darkness. She did not dare turn the lights on and see the reminders mocking her - it seemed fitting; to let the reminders be thrown in the darkness as well, just as Zoya's world had been plunged into the darkness.

Making her way through the room, she tripped over a fallen object that way lying on the floor. Bending down to retrieve it, Zoya realized on close inspection, that it was her baby daughter's favorite plush toy. The toy had always been treated with the utmost care and love by its little owner. However now, the stuffed Giraffe, just like Zoya, will never feel the snuggling arms of the little girl again; never to hear the giggles of her happy heart again, never again to hear the pitter patter of her feet as she ran around the house and wreaked havoc.

Incessant tears oozed out of her wounded eyes and made their way down her ashen cheeks as Zoya crumbled to the ground, holding a stabbing reminder of the daughter whom they had lost.

"Oh love! My Rosebud" The grief in her voice and sobs tore at the still night.

A mother grieving her fallen daughter.

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He entered the room. He knew he would find her there. She had been escaping to the room a lot over the past weeks. As he opened the door and, just like every single time he had entered the room over the years, the essence of flowers and innocent laughter and happiness gathered around him. But now, that essence was fading, and it was a reminder that the reason was gone, and with the each fragment of fading essence, it brought many more folds of pain; pain that wanted him to double over and weep, and never get up again.

Asad Ahmed Khan wanted to curl up in a corner and weep till someone woke him from his horrible nightmare.

But he could not do that. He had to get up and be strong. He had to be the pillar of the family because if there was anything that he realized over the course of the past month, it was that if neither of them willed it and took steps towards each other, Asad and Zoya also would lose each other. Asad had felt his wife detach herself from him; from everything. He had given her time to grieve on her own. He had heard her sobs and pleas when she thought no one was near and she was alone. What he could not bear any longer was watch his wife throw away her health and watch as his marriage withered.

He found her sitting on the floor of their daughter's darkened bedroom, holding onto one of her cherished toys and staring listlessly out the window. That blank stare haunted his dreams. Asad crept closer to her and sat down next to her.

"You need to turn some lights on, Zoya." Asad whispered to her.

Without moving her head and without even blinking, in a stoic voice Zoya replied, "When the sun is snuffed out of my life, what would a few lamps do to brighten anything, Asad?"

Asad sighed, "They would bring my wife back to me." His voice was broken, tired and full of pain, "You have been running away, Zoya. Let me in. I can't see you like this anymore."

"Running away?" Zoya said, incredulously, "I am not running away from anything. You don't expect me to chirp away, do you?" There was anger in her voice.

Asad knew that he was teetering on dangerous grounds but he needed to shake her; to wake some emotion in her. He would take her anger if it meant her talking to him. Her emotional detachment from him pained him.

"Well, I expect you to talk to me and all you are doing is shut me out! As I said, let me in, Zoya. It will be better for you." Asad said. "This is not healthy. You barely eat and I think yo---"

Before he could finish talking, Zoya got up from the floor with a jolt. Fire burning in her eyes she spat out, "I lost my daughter not a month ago, Asad Ahmed Khan! You don't get to tell a mother how she should feel after losing her child. Keep your suggestions to yourself if you know what is best for you!" she yelled at him.

Asad took a deep breath, and said, "I can't see you like this." Defeat was evident in his voice.

It was like Zoya did not hear his pleas, "I.Lost.My.Daughter." she said with gritted teeth," Leave me alone, Asad" she turned away from him.

"She was my daughter too!" Asad roared back at her, jumping on his feet too. He grabbed her arm and made her face him, "You think I don't feel the loss, the staggering pain, the hole in my chest? You think that I don't feel cheated? We were supposed to have a lifetime with her, and not just five small years. The pain is OURS Zoya. Don't make it about yourself. I want you to share this pain with me. Grieve with me, Zoya." The anguish in his voice knocked at her heart.

"Have you seen Ammi, Zoya? How she is dealing with this? Or Najma? Or Ayaan? Hell! Have you seen your own husband?" Asad continued, "We have all lost her."

Zoya frantically shook her head at him as if trying to convince herself about something, the fight leaving her body.

"I--I I just want her b-back" Zoya stuttered at her husband, "Bring my little flower back, Asad." She fell into his arms and cried. Asad engulfed her into his arms and held her tight. Sinking back onto the ground, he held her in his lap and rocked them both.

"I know, baby. I know." He soothed her, "I don't want you to think I am pushing you hard to come out of it, hell, I know it is inhumane to even think about it. I have lost my baby girl, Zoya, I just don't want to lose my wife in the process too. Don't go too far that I can't even bring you back. I don't know how to live without you. Our love made her, Zoya. Why should we be apart in the pain of losing her?" Their tears mingled with each other as Asad pressed them together.

Zoya grabbed his shirt in her fist as she cried harder against him.

"I hate fires" she mumbled in between her sobs. "They burn everything."

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"Look! Remember the fight we had to put up to get her to wear socks?" Asad said, pulling out a picture of a two year old little girl, running off with one sock in her hand and the other one sweeping the floor as it trailed off her tiny foot. Zoya's eyes filled with tears and Asad pulled her close to him and wrapped her arm around her.

Dilshad chuckled, while Zoya smiled at the picture and took the picture from Asad to take a moment longer to look at her baby girl.

"She never liked to dress up." Dilshad mused, "I wonder who she got that off of from?"

Dilshad gave Zoya a smirk. Asad laughed at Zoya's martyred expression. He took the picture out of his wife's hands and kneeled down on the grass.

They were in the cemetery.

Brushing the fallen leaves off the headstone, Asad very gently pressed his fingers to his lips and then pressed them to where his baby girl's name was etched along with the dates. Underneath it all, the headstone read:

God's garden needed flowers.

"Hey, baby girl." was all Asad could muster without breaking down. He needed to stay strong for his wife. Today was an important step into healing.

Asad kept the picture they had brought with them by the stone along with some flowers. Standing up, he gave Zoya an encouraging smile and nodded at her. Drawing strength from Asad's eyes that were shining with love, Zoya stepped forward and sat down by the site.

"Hey rosebud" Zoya whispered, "Ammi is so sorry that she did not come to see you sooner, but my love, I love you so much. It hurt Ammi to not have you with her all the time. But I am here now. We all miss you so much baby girl. You Abbu and Dadi are trying so hard to help me, but I don't know how to feel complete again without you. I am trying, though. Your Abbu is smart man, I will give him that." she could hear Asad chuckle, but it sounded as if he was crying as well, "He told me that missing you will always be heart wrenching. We will always feel this terrible heartache whenever we miss you so dearly, but he also said that remembering you instead of missing is easy. Your happy laughter and smiles will never leave us; they are etched into our memories."

No one cared about the relentless tears that danced down their cheeks. Dilshad kneeled next to Zoya who was her daughter by all but blood and wrapped her in her arms. Zoya all but jumped into Dilshad's arms and cried.

"She was perfect" Zoya whispered, "I can't believe she is gone." Dilshad reached out to wipe off the fallen pearls.

"I know that this is what we often tell children, but Zoya, she was a precious child and Allah takes care of all his children. She may not be here and running around, but will she ever be gone?"

"We love you, my darling." Dilshad blew a kiss to the sky. Asad pulled two most important women in his life into his arms. Gentle breeze blew around them.

Zoya could have sworn she heard the all too familiar musical laughter in the air and to her it sounded like I love you too.

-end-

A/N: Okay. Long and deep sigh. Let me have it. Honest replies, please?

You may have noticed that I did not give a name to their daughter. I could not bring myself to do that and stab myself or my regular readers with that pain! 😭

I said that the "26/11" one and "Zoya losing her Aapi Jeeju" ones were hard? Scratch that. This one was wayyy hard! It took a lot out of me, so I expect some reviews!

Cheers,

Simi

Wow!