Everything Burns Thread V Ch 21 & Epilogue Updated PG 140 - Page 32

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Originally posted by: BeYourself

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start on a new one...😳

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Repairing nightmares

"You learned to run from what you feel, and that's why you have nightmares. To deny is to invite madness. To accept is to control."
Megan Chance, The Spiritualist

He had saved her, he had saved her in the nick of time. He was sorry he had to wait that long.But he couldn't act until he saw Abdul leave. At that moment in time it didn't matter to follow him, his only aim and concern was to save Zoya, and save her before it was too late. He had ran at full speed as soon as he saw Abdul cross the road.He had jumped into the river without a second thought and lunged in deeper to retrieve her lifeless body. With utmost conviction he had managed to pull her out.Lifting her up and dropping her on to the ground he had checked her pulse. There wasn't any...He'd pumped her chest gave her mouth to mouth and tried his level best to save her, which he finally did as she splurt out the water she had ingested.

Under the pouring rain, with a limp body of a badly injured gal, Asad had done all that he could to eliminate his traces, or the traces of her survival.He had carried her all the way to his car, a few blocks away, making sure that her face and his face was perfectly covered and away from any camera's around the streets.

He had rushed her home and seeked out his mom.

Dilshad was left speechless.She didn't know what to say or do. She wasn't given the chance to do either.

Asad just insited his mother to see how bad was Zoya's condition.

Being a nurse Dilshaad knew what needed to be done. She didn't question his son, she complied and tended to Zoya. She changed her into some of her clothes, nursed her injuries and made sure Zoya was out of any danger.

After 2 hours of tedious aiding, Dilshaad had walked out and informed Asad,Zoya was fine.Still unconscious and heavily bruised, but nothing life threatening.

She then waited for her son to fill her in.Asad didn't refrain.He had her sit down and asked if she had it in her to listen to some really gruesome details that were connected to her daughter...Dilshad wanted to know.So Asad told her everything. Najma's affair, the reason for her death, his reason to move to New York, buying this company, Ayaan's involment,Zoya's involment.Everything. He filled her in till the very last detail where the very guy that had killed his siter was trying to do the same with this girl, a girl who had done nothing but given him a job, a home and the money he always wanted.

Dilshad was appaled,angered and shocked out of her wits. She didn't cry, but she felt the pain in her heart. She inwardly cried for her daughter and her ill luck, and she prayed for Zoya's well being.

Laslty before standing up,Dilshad gave Asad her support, her selfless, devoted support in anything he chose to do.Her only condition,Zoya was to stay with them.Asad who hadn't thought about the next step had hesitantly accepted.

Now he stood by the bed she lay in, his body dripping wet in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He saw her asleep, calm, unaffected and asleep. She had been like this for the past 2 days, unconscious, breathing yet lifeless. Her face was pale, her forehead was bandaged and everything about her was the polar opposite of what he had come across in the past months.

His nerves finally calmed seeing her. He had been on the edge ever since he saved her, an alien emotion taking over making him paranoid and hallucinate her being in danger.

He dared not walk up to her to check on her.He wanted to keep his distance. He looked around hoping to find her mother.Dilshaad had been taking care of Zoya in Asad's absence, making sure everything was alright and filling in Asad at regular intervals. She had seen him all over the place running around trying to get things sorted, and never had she stopped him in the past 2 days. But knowing the story behind this situation had her worried.What was Asad getting himself into??

Asad walked out of the bedroom and gently tugged the door closed.He tunred back to his room and caught him mother walking towards him, tray in hand,ready to change Zoya's bandages.

Asad...What are you doing here...and why are you in a towel...

Asad looked down and tried to contain his blush.He didn't know what to say...

Asad, is everything ok?? Is Zoya ok??? Dilshaad asked walking up to the door and opening it.She looked at Zoya's sleeping form and relaxed, looking back at Asad and waiting for his answer...

Ammi..it was nothing...I was in the shower and I heard her scream HELP...so I ran up here...Hence the towel...he answered composing his embaressment.

But she didn't scream Help, she's still unconscious...Dilshaad was a little confused now..

I know, I think I imagined it. Leave it ammi..I have a lot going on in my head and I think sleep deprivation has me imagining things...I'll just go and change,Is the dinner ready???

Hmm ok...I'll set the dinner table. Dilshaad didn't say much, but she took in every word he had said.Her son had definetly been on the edge ever since and she was curious to know what was going on in his mind.But at this point she didn't want to ruffle his feathers.It was best she kept quiet and see how things unfolded.

Ok,I'll be out in 5 minutes...Asad responded.He stole a glance at Zoya and looked back at his mom, a silent question being asked.

She's ok, overall, but I am still worried about the trauma she would be going through.I just want her to gain awareness and wake up.Until then I cant say much.If she was conscious when all this happened then...Dilshaad shook his head in disbelief.She still couldn't believe such a thing had happened and she was really worried about the girls well being. The shock, the impact of the situation, she prayed had no damaging effect on Zoya's mental health.

Ammi relax, it will be alright. You are doing all that you can, and she will wake up soon.Lets not worry about possibilities.

Dilshaad nodded and gestured Asad to go get dressed.

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Abdul ached to celebrate his victory, but for now he had to lay low. He couldn't afford the investigation to lead up to him with his Russian, boos and Ecstacy.He had to be the perfect employee of the company. He had to act his part, act distraught and shocked. He lazed on his couch and skimmed through the channels, day dreaming of what's to come. He remembered the moment he pushed Zoya into the river, how relieved he felt. He had started to dislike her guts ever since she started to snoop around his business. Had she not, she would be still alive and he would be out and about with her money, living the life he had always dreamt of.But no she had to pry, she had to investigate. And now look what that did to her.

An old memory surfaced at the thought.He recalled her face and what had happened. Najma, yes that was her name.

Nave, lovley Najma.He had quite liked her.She was in one of the colleges, right across from where he lived at that time. He had just moved into the city after running away from Goa. He was not looking for the next girl, rather just laying low, enjoying the 2 Lakhs he had conned out of Anjana.

Everyday he would be out in his balcony sipping on his chaai.One day a classy Merc caught his attention.Hell it was beautiful.The car he knew was atleast over 50 lakhs.While adrmiring the car his eyes fell upon that girl that stepped out. Young, fair, a little plump but nonetheless pretty in a very cute way. She smiled and waved at her friends walking up to her, and that's when his wheels started churning.

He put two and two together, asked around, researched his own and soon he had his next target.

He knew exactly what he needed to do. Be the perfect gentleman.

He accidentally ended up where she was having lunch,acted as if lost and got talking. The rest was just a matter of time. 7 months to be precise.

The 8^th month he had her wooed and telling him I love you. He was the perfect gentleman, keeping his distance treating her right.But holding off on his needs with her meant he needed to let them out somewhere else. Well he had options and he pursued the options. He was confident enough that he wouldn't be caught. Najma was in love with him, was understanding and sympathetic of him losing his family over money issues, equaling to her believing that he had nothing to do with money and above it all she trusted him with all that she had.

Everything was going right. They were getting to where they needed to be.She wanted him to meet her family, her mother first and in the next month when her brother, the Junior Mr Khan who would be returning from London after almost a year.

He didn't want to. He didn't care. He never got into famalies, or matters of the family. He shoved that part of the girl away from the picture.But Najma was insistent.So he hesitantly accepted. She was elated. He was frustrated. He needed to let it out. So he bid goodbye to her and made his way to his favorite place, with his favorite girl.

But all had went down when Najma had found out.When she was told he was bad news by a random guy who was crushing on her, who had been following him for the last 2 weeks. One thing led to another and soon he found himself with the dead body of Najma lying in his hotel room. He had killed her; his irrational sense of saving himself had made him mix ecstacy in her water and killed her.

He was shocked, he was scared but over it all he was raging mad. He had lost a lot of money and now he was in potential danger of being charged for murder. Thankfully his plan was bullet proof and with a few minor changes he was out of the city in no time, heading to New York, back to the place where he had grown up.

Abdul's eyes were balzing hot as he thought about the years in between, how he had survived.He had no money to sustain his basic needs, he had no means to fulfill his desires or wants and on top of it he had gotten into an accident and gone into a huge debt.Life was no good.Small cons no longer excited him.Life had given him enough blows to make him a new man altogether. A man who was greedy and living only for money. He cared about nothing else. He had robbed, snatched and conned for money to come his way.Many times he had been caught and he didn't care. He wanted his girls, his boos and his drugs.And over it all he wanted money. This hunger made him start looking, diligently looking for his next victim.He searched on the internet at public libraries, looked into magazines and nothing caught his eye.He wanted a hefty bait, with a lot of money..He was not talking lakhs...He was aiming for millions...It was hard this recruiting but he didn't give up, he kept looking.Soon on a newspaper,right on the front page was a headline, of a company, for which he would later be working for.

Abdul was still in deep thought replaying the last 9 months of his life, how hard he had worked, the perils he had to go through to clean up his act,create an identity that would get him hired into this company.He had put in his all and he nothing left to fall back on.This was it and he couldn't fail.

He laughed, the problems he had to face, the self control he had to practice and above it all, let that slave driver of a woman dictate his life. Hell he was glad she was dead. She was no good to him alive anyways.

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Was she alive??? She didn't know. She struggled out of her stupor, but she couldn't. She felt she was locked in, that she couldn't move. Her eyes didn't listen to her command. They stay shut, allowing memories of the past, the distant past, and the recent past flood through...She struggled, using all her might, to stand up to open her eyes but she failed each time she tried.She tossed and turned as images of her mother's lifeless body, came through, followed by the lonely nights where she would run around to find her, her mother, but would return to her bed all alone,afraid and lonely. She would scream her name but she wasn't there...

She tried reaching out to her mother from this state of paranoia but she couldn't.She could only surrender to her minds conquests. Images of death danced all over. Fear engulfed her being, as she saw herself struggling to run away. She saw blood all around her, she saw her falling, unable to breathe.She felt excruciating pain run through her body, as somebody lifted her limp body off the floor where she lay...He grabbed her inhumanly and dragged her...She wanted to scream but nothing came out...He was pulling her along the edge...Fear passed through her as she realized what was about to happen...He was telling her something but all she could think about was being afraid, wanting to run away but helpless...She was Dying she knew...He was going to kill her...She tried screaming once again, but before she could she was pushed. She fell, unable to stop, unable to fight back. She could feel the cold water surround her, invisible hands pulling her down, deeper and deeper and she could do nothing.

Zoya was frantic, trapped in her nighmare...tangling herself in the sheets that covered her, trying to hold on to something, trying her best to swim out, but she couldn't..Her voice fiannly set itself free and she screamed...Sitting up on the bed, screaming...for someone to help her.

HELP

HELP

HELP.....She screamed...

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Asad had just fallen asleep, when he heard it again.Her screaming HELP. But this time he knew it was not his imagination.Her cries continued, and were getting louder by the second. His eyes flashed open in an instant and without missing a beat, he found himself sprinting towards her room.

His mother reached the door just as he pushed it open, both concerned for the girl in the room.

They saw Zoya,sitting up...holding on to her sheets frantically searching for something. She was still shouting help...

Asad couldn't move past the door, too shocked to react, too unaware to know what to do..

Dilshaad walked past him and went up to Zoya's bed.

Zoya...its alright, it was just a bad dream, relax...Dilshaad coaxed, trying to hold her, but Zoya resisted.

She was too wrapped up in her dreams...

Help me...No don't kill me she...pleaded...making Dilshaad's heart ache... She tried holding on to Zoya's hands to shake her out of it, but again Zoya resisted..

Not knowing what else to do Dilshaad called Asad...

Asad...Do something...she pleaded...We need to pull her out of the dream..She is having a panic attack...

Asad snapped back to reality and refocused his gaze on Zoya.

She had tears in her fear filled eyes.There was a lot of pain and panic in her voice, and her body was reflecting all her emotions.

He couldn't stand this.He paced up to the bed and grabbed Zoya by her shoulders, locking her still..

She stilled instantly..Her body felt a warm rush passing all throughout, instantly easing her anxiety, erasing the fear and filling the empty spaces with warmth. Suddenly she felt protected; suddenly she was no longer afraid.

Her mind was still not present in the now, but she was starting to hear some voices around her, starting to feel her being shaken.

Zoya...calm down...it was just a bad dream...she heard a familiar voice shouting from a distance. She had heard that voice before.It was the voice that always calmed her down...She wanted to hear the voice more clearly..

She felt a caress on her forehead, the same warm hand brushing through her face, as if erasing her images, making it all go away...

Zoya..focus...look at me...focus...Snap out of it...the voice was a little more clearer.

She was starting to stand up, staring to swim up from the deep waters...wanting to reach that voice, wanting to see the light above, to inhale air and live...

She swam with all her might...

The voices were getting clearer..There was another voice, calling her name, telling her it was just a nightmare, and that she was safe...It was a very motherly voice, very much like her own mother.It was soothing and caring.

Ms Farooqi...snap out of it... She heard and she knew who it was now...It was him...her savior. She was starting to remember. She was drowning, her screams voiceless...when just like in her dreams a hand had grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close...She remembered being pulled out of the vaccum, into the open spaces by those strong arms...It was him..she was sure.It was him...He had saved her...once again...

Her eyes started to focus, her body took over control as she started to feel aware again..She opened her eyes, and slowly as her eyes adjusted to the light around her, she saw straight into a pair of concerned eyes...

You saved me she said...

You saved me...

You kept your promise...you saved me...

Ok so let me combine the A/N fromt the previous chapter as well

So ya...Zoya is not dead...DUH😆 Like she could be...marti to love story kaise hoti...ab romance shuru hona hai..dheere dheere...and no I will not rush it...I can..but it will kill the story...you can very well skim through the parts you dont like...which I know we all do😆

Other than that...culprit..ka abhi kuch nahi pata chalna...and I wont be sharing any views on that...

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