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Originally posted by: -ABI-

hay first I didn't get any PM
About Update
Its nice
Looking Forward fpr AsYa meeting
CONTINUE SOON

Originally posted by: p_s05

Chapter 2:

Soo Asad has a painful past. The bond Zoya and Humeira's share is beautiful. ❤️

Originally posted by: Missvishtoofani

nice

Chapter 4

Zoya reached the school with her stuff and headed to the principal's office. She knocked on the door and walked into the office. A man in his early 60s was seated in the chair. "Hello sir, I am Zoya Siddiqui," she said. "Hello Ms. Siddiqui, I am Siddarth Verma, it's a pleasure to have you here. Maine aapke principal se aapke baare mein bahut suna hai," he said as Zoya smiled. "Thank you sir, I am very excited to work here with everyone," she said excitedly as Mr. Verma smiled at her joyful self. "But there is one change Ms. Siddiqui, the thing is that Ms. Sonal who you were supposed to work with had to leave due to some health reasons. We are currently looking for a substitute teacher to take over that position so I was wondering if you would be willing to work with in her position till we find someone to fill it?" Mr. Verma asked. "Of course sir, I would be honored," Zoya said. She couldn't believe it. She came here to assist and learn but now she herself can teach the kids. She was so excited. "That's great, chaliye main aapko apna classroom le chalta hoon," Mr. Verma said and they both walked out of the office. Walking through the corridors, Zoya felt so surreal. She still couldn't believe that she was here. Never in a million years did she expect herself to be here. Thanks to humaira for forcing her to talk to her father and ask him for permission. "Thank you Allah miyan, aap ki wajase toh abu ne ha kardiya, thank you so much!" she prayed silently as she followed Mr. Verma in the hallway.

She was resting in her room looking at family portrait from 3 years ago. It had a smiling Asad along with the whole family. Nikhat was about 5 months pregnant with Imran. It was probably their last family picture. Now, Asad didn't take pictures. Forget about pictures, he hardly ever smiled. She worried about all her kids and their future but she worried about Asad the most. She feared that he would be lonely like he is now his whole life. Now, she was there to take care of him but what about when she was gone? What would happen to him then? She worried that her son would walk the path of life all alone. She wanted him to know that just because he hasn't chosen the "right" person once doesn't mean he would repeat it again. But she knew that is what he was afraid of. He was scared to let anyone new into his life because he couldn't trust them anymore. She wanted to teach him to trust again. She wanted him to trust his instincts and make life decisions not just business decisions. She sometimes still regretted bringing that girl into her son's life. If she wouldn't have started the topic of Asad's wedding with her, she knew he would have never agreed to it. She thought he liked her. She just wanted him to be happy. Knowing her son, she knew he wasn't a man who expressed his emotions so she had thought who better than his best friend to understand and guide him through life. But what had happened was in the past. Now, she was going to take his hand into hers and take him forward to a new life. She wasn't going to let him stay in that darkness anymore. She was going to bring a new life into his, one that would fill his world with colors and make it so vibrant that he would forget everything of the past and erase the memories that haunted him every day.

Mr. Verma has showed her the classroom and left as he had an important meeting to attend in a few minutes. She took a deep breath and stepped inside hoping to conquer her dreams and fulfill her wishes here in the next month. She looked around the classroom and saw about 20 kids sitting in front of her. She smiled, "hello everyone, my name is Zoya, and you can call me Ms. Zoya or just Zoya if you want. Ms. Sonal is not feeling very well so she is going to rest for some time and I will be your teacher till then," she introduced herself and explained why she was there. One small girl raised her hand and Zoya looked at her and nodded indicating her to speak. "Sonal di kabh wapaas aayengi?" she asked. "Agar hum sabh milkar unke liye pray karenge toh woh jaldi wapaas aajayengi," Zoya said and they started to pray together. Zoya slowly opened her eyes and peeked to see what was happening in front of her. All the kids were sincerely praying and she smiled seeing their innocence. She didn't know Sonal but she also prayed that she would soon recover and return.

Zoya was thinking what she could do for their lesson for the day. She didn't know what they liked or what Sonal has covered. She didn't any know anything. An idea popped in her head. "Ok bacchon, aap log toh mera naam jaante hai, now if you could please tell me your names. Who wants to go first?" she said looking around. Suddenly, this small boy with big brown eyes and wavy black hair raised his hand and stood jumping in his chair. Zoya looked at him, "my name is Imran...Imran khan!" he said imitating Bollywood's SRK. She giggled, "naam toh suna hi nahi hai," she said as everyone including Imran laughed. Starting from Imran, everyone introduced themselves one by one. At this time, Zoya made small chits for all the kids and put it in a bowl. "Ok everyone, I will try my best to learn all your names soon, I promise. But now I would really like your help. I am going to give each one of you a piece of paper; I would like you to write 2 of your favorite things to do in class. Then fold the paper and put it in this bowl, ok?" she said as she walked around and gave everyone the small pieces of paper. As the kids were writing, "and yes, if you really have a favorite 3^rd thing, you can write that too," she said. Soon the kids finished and placed small chits of paper in the bowl passing it from one to the next. In the end, the bowl reached zoya and she thanked them all and placed the bowl on her desk. To have the kids do something for the day, she had each kid come up to the board and write their favorite activity and explain what it is and how they do it and when and who they do it with. All the kids were extremely excited to share their stories. For them, it was like a "show and tell." By the end of the day, most kids like zoya. She was fun, she played with them, and she wasn't that strict. At the end of the day, one of the school monitors took the kids with her and it was her responsibility to take the kids to the parents at the gate. Zoya looked around the classroom; it was too plain she thought. She decided that she would buy some things and decorate it a bit to make it look fun and colorful.

The work was over and everyone had left the office including his father and brother but he didn't feel like leaving. He wanted to be alone and he knew if he went back home, his mother or any other family member was going to bring up the same topic. He didn't want to talk about it. He was happy with how life was and didn't want any changes. He grabbed his keys and left to the only place where he found peace. He parked his car and got down. He took his hand kerchief and tied it around his head. Opening his trunk, he took out his guitar and walked in. First, he walked into the dargah, a serene place where he felt at peace. He didn't feel like he had to answer anyone, he could just sit and pray and no one disturbed him here. He raised his hands in prayer, "ya Allah mere ammi mere liye bechain rehti hai, main aapse unka chain mangna chatha hoon. Meri zindagi mein joh bhi huwa, main nahi chatha keh mere ghar walo par uska khabhi kohi saya bhi paade. Main jaanta hoon keh sabh mujhe aage badthe huwe dekhna chatha hain lekin main jaisa hoon theek hoon. Mere ghar walo koh hamesha khush rakhiye aur unki har khwaish puri karna lekin yeh nahi keh meri zindagi mein kohi aaye. Meri zindagi mein itna andhera hai keh main nahi chatha keh main kissi aur koh iss andhere mein nahi shamil karsaktha, yeh na insaafi main kissi keh saath nahi karsaktha," he silently said. Finishing his prayer, he walked out and all the kids who were at the dargah ran to him happily. He took out his guitar and soon they all started to sing (it's the same song that Asad sings in his intro scene in the show).

After leaving school, zoya moved into her staff room that the school has allotted to her. She took a shower and changed into a blue anarkali. She added silver earrings and braided her hair in a French braid leaving her bangs to the side. Lastly, she added some kajal making her eyes more beautiful and left grabbing her important documents. She hailed a taxi, "uncleji, rahat ali dargah chaliye please," she said to the driver. Sitting in the taxi, she took her picture out of the purse along with the papers she had and caressed it. "aap kaha hai ammi...main aapko kabh se doond rahi hoon. Agar uss din abu ne woh letter faada (tore) nahi hota toh shayad main apne manzil pauch ne mein ek kadam aage badjaati," she said tears streaming down her cheeks. Her thoughts drifted back to about 6 months ago, when she had received a letter about her mother's whereabouts. But unfortunately, her father had gotten the letter and was furious. "tum yeh kaise karsakthi hoon zoya, kya humne tume kohi kaami raki hai keh tum yeh sabh doond rahi ho?" he yelled. "nahi abu...main toh bas jaana chathi keh meri ammi kyon hai aur kaha hai," she replied honestly. "bas zoya," he roared. "aaj keh baad mujhe iss baare mein kohi baat nahi karni hai," gaffur had told her and she had just nodded not wanting to make the situation any worse. But, how could she just let it go. She had to know who her ammi was. All she had was her mother's photograph in which she was holding a year old zoya in her arms. Razia always hated her and she never loved her even as a person, forget about as a daughter. All she ever heard from Razia was that she didn't know who her parents were and that she was "najayaz." She closed her eyes in pain. Since she could go out on her own, she has been trying to find where her mother was, she is the only one out of her parents that she had a picture of so she thought it was better to start there. But, it was hard. Anywhere she went for information, people wanted money and she didn't have any to give them. Yes, she was Gaffur Ahmed Siddiqui's daughter for the world but her father didn't really give her or humaira any money. They were provided with the best everything any girl could ask for but her father believed that giving them allowances would spoil them and give them freedom. "beta, hum aagaye," the taxi driver said reaching their destination. Zoya quickly wiped her tears, "thank you uncleji," she said as she gathered her things and got out of the taxi. Composing herself, she walked in hoping that destiny would change for the better.