Hello Lovely Readers 🤗
Okie soo after four long months, I watched last episode of Qubool Hai which did upset me like you all as even I never expected this ending of our AsYa :(
I won't express my feelings much as there isn't anything new ,, we all are sailing in the same boat I guess *sigh* !!
Soo after crying for few hours finally I thought that I can make myself feel better only if I imagine something good ,, I imagined something better and here I am sharing with you all :D
I know its difficult to imagine but its KSG as Asad only for me and in all my stories !! Here it goes !!
An Alternate Ending Of Our Beautiful Journey
He clenched his fists as the pain inside his body grew further, making him shut his eyes again before looking at Zoya one last time who was suffering from the same pain, right infront of his eyes.
'Mr Khannn ---' Words finally skipped her mouth as she saw the room getting exhausted and blur. She tried to reach his hand again when he opened his eyes back with pain visible in his eyes.
'Zoya..aa...' He tried to say further but felt like this was the last word of his life. He wasn't ever going to be able to say anything further. He followed her gaze which was towards the door of the room and was left stunned to see sparks of fire on the staircase. He inched closer to her and held her hand to calm her down as he knew how much scared of fire she was.
She coughed as the fire made its way towards their room and he tightened his grip on her hand, remembering her worst nightmares to die in fire. He knew he has to be strong. He knew she needed him right now like always. He always promised her that he won't let that so called dream of her come true then how can he let this happen to them now ?
'Zoya --- open --- your eyes.' He said while breathing heavily and she opened her eyes again as she coughed. His muscles tightened as he tried to stand up and held the wall near him for support, raising one hand towards her to hold it. She looked at his hand and then into his eyes which were dark and painful but still giving her hope to trust him. She slowly raised her shaking hand, holding his one tightly as he tried to make her stand. She stood up on his support but she knew she won't be able to stand anymore. He held her tightly from her waist, which was bleeding badly while she tried to come out of his grip as she knew that she was hurting him but his grip was tight on her.
'Mr Khan --- you are hurting yourself.' She said in a slow whisper with last few words left unsaid but very well understood by him.
'Zoya we need to get out of this --- if not for ourselves then for our family.' He said as her grip on his chest tightened, with the thought of Sanam and Seher living without their parents. She nodded in yes as he tried to walk towards the door by support of the wall and Zoya in his arms. He knew he can do this, he knew if he can walk from one room to another in this condition then he can try walking out of this house too for Zoya, to save his life, to save his Zoya !
He slowly made his way out of the room and was left shocked to see fire all around the house which finally made its way in the room which they were a few moments back. He looked down at Zoya who had clutched his hands tightly on his black kurta as she was scared to look at the fire. History was repeating with her ! All the nightmares were finally coming true, her mother's death was running infront of her eyes as she shut her eyes tightly while coughing and coughing !
He knew she was losing hope and he knew it was going to be difficult but he has to do this. He always kept his words and now it was high time to show her that he was a man of words.
He looked at either side of the staircase and finally took few steps down with support of the wall which was not burning.
'Mr Khan --- I can't --- do this.' She breathed in his shoulders as she knew they were passing by the burning staircase now. Even though her eyes were closed but the heat was giving her awareness of its presence. He was sweating badly with his mouth tightly shut as he controlled his throat from coughing and took few more steps down the stairs, being careful with the fire.
'Just sshhh Zoya ---' He couldn't say further as he coughed. The lump inside his throat was doing no justice to him while Zoya slowly opened her eyes and looked in his burning ones, ignoring the fire all around her as she was worried for him right now. She coughed again as the pain inside and outside her body grew further and breathed heavily as she knew that Allah was granting her only few more breaths of her beautiful life. His eyes grew wider as he reached on the last step when Zoya's grip on his shoulder loosened.
'Zoya ?' He cupped her right sided burning cheek as fear of losing her hit his mind. He patted her cheek but their wasn't any answer. He looked here and there for help but no one was there for his help. And who could be there ? No one ! How can anyone be in this burning house. His heart was sinking with the thought of losing Zoya, the pain inside his body was long forgotten, the only thing he cared about was Zoya now. He knew she was still breathing, breathing for him, breathing for their daughters who needed them. Both of them !
He knew his daughters needed them as he had gone through this phase of life and he knew very well how difficult it is to grow up without a father. He knew this wasn't the right time to remember worst days of his life but bad memories were making its way by its own in his mind and heart. Memories of a life without your own father, a protector. Yes, he was the protector, he needs to be one for his family, he had always been one and he knew his family needed him now too. His daughters and his mother and moreover Zoya needed his help and protection right now.
He looked at the main door which was burning and there wasn't any way out. He gently scooped Zoya in his arms even though he knew his back was not going to support him but if only one was supposed to stay alive then it was going to be his Zoya, his daughters' mother. He walked towards the living room slowly with Zoya in his arms, kicking everything on his way, ignoring the pain burning inside his body.
He walked and walked and felt like the miles were not measurable for him. He finally stopped at the back door of the house which was not burning like the whole house was, like he was burning insides and outs. He slowly made Zoya sit on the floor and breathed heavily as he was at the urge of falling down beside her. He breathed as he coughed and finally tried to open the jammed door. He gripped the door knot as he tried to kick the door but their wasn't any strength left inside his body, he kicked and pushed a little but it didn't work. He was losing hope but he had to do this, he repeated in his mind while looking at Zoya who was laying on the floor, pale and exhausted and maybe ---- dead !
The thought of seeing her dying infront of his eyes was killing him. He gripped the door knot more tightly as he pushed with more strength this time. The door was open now, giving him view of the garden outside. He wasn't able to believe on his faith but he took few steps back as he held Zoya from her shoulders again. He wasn't able to pick her up in his arms this time. He made his way outside, slightly dragging Zoya along him.
'Zoya --- Zoya ---' He called her out as he patted her cheeks again and again with his heartbeat rising for not getting any response from her side. A life without Zoya was useless for him, he needed her in everything, he was used to her presence all around him, her chirpy voice was haunting his mind but she wasn't saying anything at the moment because she wasn't anymore in his life. The feeling was killing him more than the pain inside his body.
'Just wake up damn it !' He said in harsh tone this time but their was silence still, the silence which always gave him pain. He was losing patience but their wasn't any other option, he needed her assurance in any way possible.
'Zoyaaa !!!' He roared to the extent of his voice but their wasn't any answer still. He felt someone's presence at his back but before he could look back, he heard a slap sound. He slightly turned around and was left stunned to see Tanveer with the knife again while Razia holding his daughter Seher in his arms.
'I never knew you will stoop so low Tanveer. Only a girl like you can attack on a person's back.' Razia said in stern tone as Tanveer rubbed her burning cheek while he was left being a witness only as he wasn't having anymore strength to fight with Tanveer.
'Don't you dare stop me, this is none of your business. Just go and cry for your dead husband now.' Tanveer said sternly with an evil smirk on her face and Razia's eyes widened after knowing that. This wasn't what she had expected from Tanveer, her own trained Billo Rani.
'You killed him ?' Razia asked in shock and Seher came out of her grip as she made her way to her father who was still holding Zoya close in his arms with tears rolling down his eyes, kissing her cheeks, eyes and forehead one by one.
'Yes I killed him and Najma too.' Tanveer said as she laughed evilly while this time Asad was the one to be shocked. His baby sister who grew infront of him, whom he loved more than his own daughters was dead now. It wasn't bearable for him, his heart was crying after knowing that. He looked at Seher one last time before blinking twice, as she called her ami laying infront of her.
'Abu !' Seher called him now and a faint smile occurred on his face to see his daughter who was replica of her mom, crying infront of him. He closed his eyes but his hopes were risen again as he heard the alarms of ambulance reaching his ears while Tanveer and Razia were still arguing.
'I won't let you do further more wrong with my family.' Razia shouted as she controlled her tears when Tanveer tried to stab Asad once again on his back. Yes, she called him family as she knew this was the only family left for her now. She was being mean but that's what she has always been. She held Tanveer's hand in which she was holding the knife and tried to take it out of her grip but she was too fast to take it in her another hand as she tried to stab Razia this time.
He was sitting on the cold grass now with Zoya close in his arms and Seher crying beside him, witnessing the last moments of his parents and Razia-Tanveer's fight on the other side. He wasn't able to stop her tears, he wasn't having any strength to stop tears rolling down from his princess's eyes who was frightened to see all this.
On the other hand, Razia was smart enough to save herself from the knife in Tanveer's hand and she finally took the knife from her hand and stabbed Tanveer ! As harder as possible. Hell yah !! She was feeling better now, better after taking revenge of her husband's death, although she knew that this sorrow was never going to be removed.
His fists tightened on the wet grass as he moved towards Seher to not allow her to witness all this violence, by placing his another hand on her eyes. Razia stabbed and stabbed her again and again, feeling better seeing the pain burning inside Tanveer's eyes. Razia smirked at her as she pushed her back, inside the window of the house with Tanveer's one last scream making her feel better as the glass window broke and she fell inside, in the burning house.
This was what Tanveer deserved, this was what should have been done many years back but Razia knew that its always better late than never.
She looked inside the house through open doors and window which was giving view of Tanveer screaming, dying because of the pain of burning pillar which fell on her. Razia wiped her tears as the thought of Ghafoor dying inside the same house hit her mind but she was hopeless. She knew that he wasn't there in her life anymore like the beautiful house build by them many years back.
She tightened her grip on her cellphone which had recorded Tanveer's confessions during the argument as this was the only proof of all of Tanveer's bad deeds.
She turned towards Asad and Zoya as she thought they needed her at the moment and was relieved to see some ward boys placing them on the stretcher as they made their way outside the house. She was so lost in her own pain that she never heard fire brigade and ambulance alarms all around her house. She took crying Seher again in her arms as she walked outside the gate, to Dilshad who was not allowed to come inside, not even in the garden of the house.
She placed Seher back on the ground who ran towards Dilshad while Razia was left staring blankly at the burning house infront of her. Fire brigade was doing its job but she knew her husband was no more in this world. Dilshad placed her hand on Razia's shoulder, understanding her pain very well. She turned back to Dilshad and hugged her while the ambulance rushed towards the hospital. Razia controlled her cry as Dilshad supported her in walking towards the car and made her sit inside it. She knew she deserved this after doing so many bad deeds with many people in her life and this feeling was remorse and painful and she wasn't strong enough right now to handle this.
Dislhad joined her from other side while all three little kids hugged Dilshad tightly as she tried to convince them about their parents. Somewhere inside she was convincing herself too on all the way towards the hospital as she was hopeful still, she knew if her Asad and Zoya can make their way out of the house then they can fight for their lives too, their lives which were more than anything for their own kids and Dilshad.
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And finally after praying for ten days, without paying attention on her own health, Dilshad was told about Asad and Zoya's recovery. It wasn't easy for them and neither were the doctors hopeful after operating them on the first day but Dilshad's prayers made God change their destiny, a better ending or a good restart !
She slowly opened her eyes with her back paining again and thought to tell the nurse which checked her few hours back about this pain. She looked here and there and her eyes stopped at Asad who was sitting on the couch near her.
'Mr Khan --- what are you doing here ?' She asked with her eyes pooling with tears by seeing Asad who was suffering through the same pain but was here to see her in his patient's uniform. She was happy to see him as she felt like she was seeing him after many days, not aware of the number of days she has been unconscious.
'Zoya --- I came to see you ---' He tried to stand up but she stopped him from moving further and sighed sadly as he ignored her eyes and made his way towards her slowly. She was told by Dilshad that Asad is fine too but seeing him infront of her eyes was making her feel better. He sat on the chair beside her bed and held her soft hand in his hard one. Tears rolled down her eyes to see so much love and care in his eyes. His eyes were speaking volumes at the moment, sharing the pain he had gone through that day when he saw her dying infront of him, sharing the pain of losing her so easily.
She smiled as she wasn't scared of fire anymore as she knew whatever the circumstances are Asad is there beside her, to help her, to protect her from everything evil coming on their way.
They were lost in each others eyes when sweet little voices made their way into their ears. They looked at the door and felt blessed to see their three little angels coming inside with a smiling Dilshad.
'Abu --- ami --- we misshed you ---' Seher and Sanam cried as Dilshad made them sit between Asad and Zoya on the bed. Zoya slowly held Sanam close in her arms while asking Dilshad to make Haya sit with them too. Zoya wiped her own tears as she had to be strong to save Haya from the pain of losing your mother in fire, the pain she had gone through for many years. She pecked her cheeks lightly while Asad was trying to convince Seher and Sanam about the incident.
Dilshad smiled while looking at her happy family, feeling content and blissful while looking at their smiling faces. This was her family a very beautiful family, she missed Najma here but she prayed for Najma to be happy wherever she was. And she knew Haya was there to fulfill the empty space Najma has left in their lives.
She wiped her own tears as she joined her family in a silly joke they were discussing right now.
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A/N: Soo I couldn't think of a better ending than this in my mind !! Sorry if I wasted your time with my boring ideas and imagination ,, I know its not going to be possible now but what can I say ?? Its like "Mitwa --- Imagination pe Zor Nahi" LoL
Ignore any kind of mistakes as I wrote it in a hurry and has not been following QH since last four months soo not having much idea about few facts related to it (:
And if not Razia then you all can imagine Dilshad or Shireen or anyone else playing that part here !
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