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A/N: This starts when Asad returns home after leaving Zoya at Sm after the fake Zoyaan "thing"
Also it might be idk what. Ok. Would appreciate comments! As well as criticism. Toodles.
Without You.What did he do? His "home" felt so empty almost as empty as his soul, without Zoya. Remembering the words his mother once said to him. She told him he was hollow, empty because Zoya was the one who completed him. She was a perfect fit. For him, his family, for his house.
He didn't even know when his feet moved on their own accord to her room. The room was surprisingly tidy. He could see her things scattered everywhere, a dozen hair pins emptied all over the dressing table, her iPad lying on her bed, her phone, and the window obviously left open. The room spelt Zoya.
'When will this girl learn?' He thought to himself, slightly distracted by the insects making their way inside the room through the window. He looked outside the window and slowly was reminded of their conversation before the whole ordeal.
They were so happy! Conversing with each other, expressing their commitment with each other, mocking each other and then the reflection of a happy yet slightly shy Zoya during the conversation made an appearance in his thoughts. Then her face changed into one of that filled with tears, her eyes pleading him to not do this to her- to them. She looked so broken, her dreams and hopes shattered once again.
All because of him. 'Why did he hurt her so much?'he thought sadly, compelling himself to the answer the question he did not know the answer to. His eyes watered. Still standing at the open window he saw a shooting star. Like the one during meteor shower 'that' night when she had indirectly wished herself to be his life partner. He wondered if she saw the shooting star today too?
'She still did, didn't she? But what did she get instead!' He thought, getting angry at himself again.His anger taking control of him instantly he didn't know when his hands found one of her perfumes and threw it against the wall opposite to him. The shattering of the glass bringing him back to his sense. Slowly, he made his way towards the remaining pieces of the bottle of Zoya's 'favorite' perfume. It was her favorite! She had stated with her bright dimpled smile and then hugging the wrapped package to herself. Astonished, he had asked her why and she had answered simply because he got it for her and everything he ever got for her was her favorite.
He squeezed his eyes shut at the memory and tears made their way down his face. He held on to the shattered glass pieces tightly and unknowingly, pain flowing through his hand but he ignored the pain or rather didn't feel it. The pain in his heart was much greater than any physical pain he had ever experienced.
Placing the glass pieces on the dressing table, his eyes fell on the disturbed bedcovers, his OCD striking him yet again he went to adjust it. The white bedcover this time reminding him of the day he proposed to her third time under the stars. She had promised him she wouldn't leave, I'll never leave you she said.
'Well then why did she?!' He contemplated, suddenly angry again. Only to be brought back by his rational side.
'She didn't leave you, you're the one who left her! You abandoned her, left her with people you know are nothing but vicious, detrimental and villainy.' His own soul taunting him.
Eventually, breaking down the lion, he dropped on his knees and hugged his legs to his chest and leaned against the bed for support he so badly needed. The darkness now haunting him, his OCD failed to kick in as his blood oozed from his wound but he was numb to it. The darkness haunted him now! The same darkness he had spent all his life in. The bright light that Zoya spread was what he was used to. The darkness calling him a stranger, someone it was not used to anymore. He needed her, not just for living anymore for breathing too.
He clutched the same sheets for support and something felt onto his lap, like a sign, a sign from the divine spirit. It was her music box. It fell open, spreading it's melody into the thick and tense surroundings, breaking it. Just like Zoya did with his heart.
'No, he couldn't give up on Zoya and him, if not for himself for Zoya.' He thought determined. She needed to find her dad , she deserved happiness more than anyone. He needed to fight. He couldn't just give up on her.
If it was anything he had realized in a past few days before this ordeal was that they were meant to be. They had fought against all odds to be together. And they would.
The stars would guide them, like they always had.
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