Asya FF: Crossover *HIATUS* - Page 32

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Part 2

Zoya , a very independent and strong woman. She can withstand any hardship in life. That is what people think about her. But in reality she was nothing but a girl who is very weak and lonely. Today when her marriage broke she couldn't digest the fact that the person, whom she thought would be perfect for her life, couldn't even stand for her in front of people. How did she make such a big mistake in choosing such an insensitive brat as her life partner? How did she even think that a mom who could not talk to his mother boldly can support her throughout her life? How?

At the age of 10 she lost her parents, life could no more be depressing for her. But Zoya chose to be positive about everything and wished that she would enter a very happy and lovable family with her marriage. But as she faced the real faces of family life she now dreads to be alone again. After all she was hurt by words of her almost Mother in law.

She lifelessly moved around her house as her thoughts were filled with negativity. She gave up her life, dressing style, her nature, hell! She did so much to just marry a dumb ass! How could you fall for such a person Zoya? she questioned herself.

Tears started emerging in her eyes as she felt lonely, she missed her parents, and she missed the emotional support they can give. Just then she smiled mockingly at her fate. When she neglected her parents, she lost them and when she wants them they can nowhere be near her!

She looked at the watch at it made a sound, it was already 7 evening. Oh! Great! it had already been a day since her beautiful marriage broke. Since yesterday she had heard many unanswered calls on her phone, just like them another phone call ringed. She still didn't dare to even touch it. Want to know why? Because she knew what people would talk? Yes she did!

They would again ask how the marriage broke and she would have to painfully repeat everything. They would ask how is she feeling, she will have to fake happiness, they would ask to jump over their house, and she would have to deny it with some or other reason and then at last they would tell their formality sympathies and she would end up crying all alone again. I don't understand if people really cared about me why couldn't they even try to visit me, she thought to herself.

She even knew what people would talk around her; they would call her repelling woman, who broke her marriage just for her friends! But she dared not to spare a second about those brainless talks.

Just then she heard a doorbell. She peeped through the hole on the door. It was Najma and Ayaan; it was the 10 the time in the day they came to visit her. She blatantly denied to let them in, but now she needed them, because she didn't know what she would do if she was left alone. She slowly opened the door.

"Zoya! Darlinggg!" Ayaan shouted as soon as he entered. "Look what I have got for you" He said while unpacking a white box.

It was Zoya's favorite Pizza. " I know you didn't even touch the food I brought for you yesterday, thats why we thought to bring you a Pizza!" Najma said while serving a piece on a plate. I it was any normal day she could have eaten it. But today she felt as if sadness has filled her stomach too.

"No am not hungry!" Zoya said while taking a chair beside Ayaan. He was unusually disturbed seeing me like that.

"Why you doing this to yourself?" He asked while placing hand on my shoulder. Najma silently took seat beside.

"Every time arrogance is not the answer Ayaan! Sometimes you are destined be sad!" She reasoned with him.

"You seriously think that was necessary Zoya?" Najma said while clearing her tears. She was referring to Zoya's act against the humiliation they faced by Akram's family.

"Of course it was necessary, how could you expect me to stay quiet if my friends are humiliated in front of everyone. Be it anyone!"Zoya said angrily.

"Then why the hell are you wasting your tears for that dumb Ass, who did nothing for you except for giving flowers and gifts! You seriously think that brainless mother's puppy needs your time and tears? Tell me!" Ayan shouted at a silent Zoya. What else could he do? He had to make her normal, either by sweet sayings or by harsh shouts. Guess even he was pissed off with his friend's sensitive breakdown! It was time to move on!

"Zoya it's time to move on!" He said calmly after composing himself. But Zoya was still busy thinking about Ayaan's words.

"How about we go out" said Najma to break the silence. Zoya slowly nodded in agreement.

"Great!" Ayaan said happily as Zoya agreed. "Now go was that sullen face and come" he added. Zoya simply obliged what they told. They were the only living support for her and she cant afford to upset them.

As she came out of the washroom she felt positive about her thoughts after Ayaan's words. Yes she has to move on! After all there might be a 1% chance of finding that one person who can accept her as she is.

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"Yes I am the one!" Asad answered to the post man. The Post man gave him a parcel. Asad silently took it and signed on the paper the post man he gave.

Asad was about to close the door, but stopped when he saw a guy near Zoya's house. He opened the door completely and walked out to get a better view of that man. He was Akram He didn't know why but he felt anger and disgust build inside him. Firstly he hated the fact that he was the one who broke that poor girl's heart. Secondly he hated his indifference behavior due to his mother.

Just then she entered. She was looking dull yet beautiful. But even in that dullness I could see the anger she had for Akram. Looks like she has chose to be strong rather than be like those typical Indian women who cry up at their fate. Impressive!

Its when Asad exactly noticed the kind of woman she was. Dressed in jeans and top, Asad was impressed by her physical beauty. At that minute instead of listening to the conversation e kept staring at her petite figure which was shaking with anger. He knew at such a situation he should have stopped gawking her openly, but if a woman looks so strikingly perfect no one can stop from noticing her!

"Zoya listen to me! Please listen to me baby!" Akram pleaded behind her. She blatantly ignored him and kept walking towards the gate.

"Please give me a chance, Please!" Still she kept ignoring him.

He suddenly pulled her by her hand and made her forcefully look at him. He fisted my hands to control my anger which kept building in me with his every move. He felt as if He would rip him alive if He opened my fists.

"Why the hell are you ignoring me?" he asked her in his anger!

"Leave her Akram" warned a guy beside Zoya. Its then Asad noticed two people beside Zoya. One was a guy in his twenties and the other was girl who looked little younger than the boy.

Akram still didn't listen and kept holding her tightly. Zoya who was filled with fierceness in her eyes kept glaring at him.

"Let me remind you, this is my house and I can show you the gat whenever I want." She said in a dangerously calm voice.

"Go Akram" the same guy said while placing his hand on Akram's shoulder. He slowly removed his hold and left before giving a last look at her.

Asad slowly moved to a corner so that no one notices him and kept observing him. He knew that was wrong, but anything involving Zoya interested him.

Zoya still kept quiet and kept looking at Akram's retreating figure. Did she still love him? That question raised uneasiness in his heart.

"Zoya, come lets go" said the girl and they three left the house and headed towards the corner of the street

Asad slowly moved from the hideout and closed the door of his house.

Sometimes life can be so unfair for few.

Zoya, who is independent, educated, dynamic and most importantly beautiful, fell for a small mindset guy Akram. If he would have married her, he would have surely been the luckiest guy!

Just then Asad received a call from his office and then rushed to meet the clients.

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Move on'

Just two words right! One can spell it easily in seconds, but only few people know how hard it is to really move on from a painful incident.

When she assured herself that things can become normal again, past comes and knocks the door. Akram, who was her companion through her hardships left her all alone in front of his mother. That though was hurting her badly. She knew she didn't love Akram he artfully, but it was true that she always felt happy and safe around him. Now that all her love has turned to hatred, she gets disgusted when she sees him.

Her mind kept thinking about all the negative things happened to her! Can someone be so unlucky? She asked herself sarcastically.

"Zoya, try this it is simply amazing" Najma literally shouted in her ears to wake up Zoya from her deep thinking. Although Najma was quite disturbed with her friend's behavior, she wore a mask of happiness to change her friend. But it was in vain.

"Huh? Yeah...Yeah..it is amazing..." Zoya replied in her half dazed state. Najma and Ayaan gave each other a helpless look. What all didn't they do since evening. They visited Zoya's favorite places, met people who she likes , but still Zoya was sad. All their efforts were like talking to the wall.

"Uhm...Guys am going home, you both continue" Zoya said suddenly while standing up.

"Wait for some more time Zoya, we will also join you" Ayaan said quickly.

"No Ayaan, I want to go alone, upon that I have got head ache. You both come later."

"But Zoya! Now?" Najma asked referring to the time which was 10 in the night.

"Don't worry about me! I will be fine!" She said while giving a reassuring smile, which didn't reach her eyes.

"Take care" Ayaan said squeezing her hand. Zoya nodded before leaving.

She hired an auto and reached her area. Just a ten minutes stroll she would reach her home. But then came the hard part.

Darkness was filled in the street. Fear crept through her as she saw them approaching her. She wanted to run. But her feet were glued to the spot. Just then the street light made a crackling sound and burst. She let out a cry as her fear of darkness grew. Yes, she was phobic. She had fear of darkness. She closed her eyes tightly as she couldn't face her fear. She felt as though she will faint anytime as her legs became weak. She was sweating from her fear.

Just then a hand crept through shoulder and squeezed her. She felt safe!

"Don't worry! I am here" a husky and a caring voice spoke in her ears. It was the first time she heard that voice, but the reassurance it had in it made her feel better!

"Walk for few minutes and then darkness will be gone" he said it and started to make her walk. She silently obliged. His hand was still at her shoulder. She wanted to open her eyes. She wanted to see that person who helped her!

"Hey! Don't open your eyes, It's still dark!"he said before she could even open her eyes. She felt herself ease up as she understood that the person who was helping her was a gentleman. But being a woman, she still felt to distance up from a stranger. She moved her shoulders slightly.

He removed his hold on her shoulder as he understood that she was uncomfortable.

"Two more minutes and you reach the well lit corner of the street" he said She felt happy that this torture phobia was to complete soon!

She walked like a blind woman and felt her helper slow down and follow her. He was actually ensuring that if she falls, he could catch her in time.

"You can open eyes now" she heard him from her back. Finally! She thought. Just as she opened her eyes and turned to have a look on her stranger who helped her. But her legs hit a tone and she stumbled. This surely gonna be painful Zoya, she thought thinking about the pain she would get from hitting the ground.

But her guarding soul saved her from that by catching her petite waist. She closed her eyes tight as she thought she was being air lifted by someone. But realized that she has been saved by him, again. She swiftly opened her eyes to meet two beautiful brown orbs that had care for her in them. She then moved her eyes to notice a masculine face. He was handsome, no doubt, but his features were just so perfect. From his eyes she could tell that he was mesmerized by her too.

Before she could make the stranger take any step further, she quickly straightened herself and gained her posture. Since she was a woman, she had to be careful.

"Thanks!" She said while giving a smile, which again didn't reach her eyes. He smiled at her!

She turned around and saw a well lit street. Her house was visible on the corner. She smiled at the person who helped her and turned around to leave.

She walked a few seconds. Just then she heard footsteps behind her. She glanced backwards, to see her stranger following her.

Calmly, go to your house Zoya, he looks like a strong guy. Don't dare. Her mind and heart told her.

She walked. He walked.

She increased the pace. He did the same.

She slowed down. He decelerated.

"Enough!" she cursed as she reached her house's gate. She turned around to see her helper cum follower approaching.

"Look Mister I have a pepper Spray! Akele ladki dekh liya tha peeche pad gaye ho!" she said while taking out her armor.

"Look-" he said while approaching her.

"Stop! Don't dare to come near me. Dikhne mein toh bade shareef dikhte ho!" she said getting irritated on his behavior.

"Dekhiye-" he tried to tell something. This time he was pissed off.

"Aage mat badhna! ek baar help kar diya toh piche hi pade hon! How stupid!"

"Shut Up!" he shouted on her. She got scared by his voice. But before she could press the spray, he quickly took it and threw in on the road.

This time Zoya got scared. She was scared like anything! That minute she did what came to her mind said and the also most helping feature for any vulnerable girl!

"Helppp" She shouted!

Before she could complete her screech his hand came and closed her mouth. She tried to move the hand but it was so in vain!

He bent his head dangerously close to her. he was irritated and angry!

"I am neither a stupid man nor a filthy stalker. I am your new neighbor!"

That's when Zoya realized that she has mistaken her neighbor as a stalker.

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