New Asya SS: Dil Ki Baatein Dil Hi Jaane Last Chap/Epilogue Pg 91 6/12 - Page 23

Originally posted by: fatima30

brilliant update...finally we know Asad's reason for agreeing to marry that evil Tanveer
hate gafur...he's a crap father if he'll give into all the whims of his spoilt daughter

Loving Asya scenes...the mirror scene was so cute...
hoping for a confession soon

Originally posted by: Avie

That is such a beautiful story.. I wonder how I missed it till now..

Read all the chapters in a go..

Love the whole wedding theme going on.. But Asad and Tanveer's nikaah.. Eww.. Par Zoya aayi hain so everything will be good..

AsYa can definitely feel something for the other person.. Najma, the cupid..

Love the beautiful moments between them.. Zoya has also bonded with Dilshad..

Asad and Tanveer.. The truth is finally out as to why Asad agreed..

Tanveer is so rude to Dilshad.. Asad was quiet all this while but he couldn't let his Ammi be insulted... Tanveer got a glimpse of the lion..

Finally Asad realised his love for Zoya.. I so hope he confesses to her..

Great story and can you drop me a pm ??

Thanks

Originally posted by: aarzoo50

lovely updates...
dilshad n asad r more comfortable n happy in zoyas company than tanveers...
mjhe to shaadi qubool nahi hai iska intezar hai...

Originally posted by: ayeshalove

Superb stry. Update soon. Thanx fr da pm

Originally posted by: anopama

Love the update

So dilshad arrives

Tanveer the royal bitch

Aww zoya too sweet love how she comfort his ammi

Dilshad notices her son and his reaction to zoya

Aw the hide and seek she caught him

He wanted to be caught

The feelings R exposed zoya notices she ran

Dilshad confronts asad but he can't tell her the horrible truth

So the shopping spree knew he was going to buy the dress for her

A thank u but he complements her and admires her openly

Glad he handled tanveer she is a bitch

Gaffur is horrible for what he is doing to asad

Aww finally asad know he is in love

Wonder what he will do now

Continue

Chapter 5

Asad walked up to the ladies, "Ammi, we should go," he said. "But Asad, what about Tanveer and her family?" Dilshad said. "They will come when they are done, I want to leave," he firmly stated and walked away. Dilshad looked at Zoya and Najma. "We should go Aunty, you can talk to him later," Zoya suggested. Dilshad nodded and they left from there. In the car, everyone noticed the tension on Asad's phone as he drove. He had told the driver to stay back to bring the Siddiqui family back. He was confused. He didn't know what to do. He was in love with Zoya but he was getting married in four days. Being with her seemed so right yet it was wrong. No...his love couldn't be wrong, he thought. Why did he agree to accept marry Tanveer? He cursed that day. He cursed the day he had agreed to marry someone he didn't love. Well, he had never planned on falling in love. He wasn't a love kind of guy. But then again, love isn't planned, is it? What was he going to do? Should he tell her? Should he tell Tanveer first? Or maybe tell his mother? "Argghhh!" he screamed inside. Zoya was in the passenger seat in the back looking at Asad. He looked so stressed. Was something wrong? Maybe Tanveer and him had an argument? Even if they did, why did she care? Her job was to get preparations done, make the couple happy, get the wedding done, and leave. Then, why didn't she want to leave? Why did it seem like she belonged here...with him. No! No! No! Focus Zoya, just do your job and leave. Just four more days...she has four more days to accept what was true, she told herself as she stared out of the window. Najma saw the emotions play out on her sister's face. She knew that Zoya liked Asad. But she will never accept it. Zoya will never accept Asad knowing the fact that he was getting married to Tanveer. She had to do something but what? She thought.

On the other hand, Tanveer was sitting in the car with her parents, screaming at the top of lungs. "How could he dad? How dare he yell at me like that? This is not the first time! Even in the party the other day, he was screaming at me because of that stupid Zoya. And today, because of his mother. I don't know what is wrong with him lately? He has never done it before," Tanveer was going on as Razia was trying to console her. "It's probably just wedding jitters dear, don't worry," she said. "I am the one who is stressing mom. I have been doing all the preparations, the arrangements, he hasn't done anything," Tanveer complained. "Tanveer, it was wrong for you to talk to Dilshad in that manner. You shouldn't have," Gaffur told his daughter. "That was also his fault, he is the only who made me mad," Tanveer said. "And why are you blaming her? He has no right to talk to our daughter that way Gaffur, you have to talk to him," Razia said. "Do you realize that Asad is her to be husband," Gaffur said. "So, she is still your daughter and will always be," Razia replied. "It is all that Zoya's fault Ammi, she is the one who is spoiling him. Ever since she came...," Tanveer blabbered when Razia interrupted her, "Don't be silly Tannu, she is just a wedding planner. She can't do anything," Razia said. Gaffur shook his head, not knowing what to do. His daughter was spoiled by his wife ever since she was a kid. It was probably due to that she had become a stubborn young woman. Hearing Tanveer speak and recalling how Asad had behaved with her in the store, Gaffur was now having second thoughts about forcing Asad into his marriage. When Asad had refused, Gaffur knew very well how Tanveer would react. So, he had blackmailed Asad into agreement. Was it right? He didn't know. He just did what was best for his daughter and her future. Didn't he, he wondered.

After they reached the mansion, Asad excused himself saying he needed some fresh air. He just wanted some time to understand his thoughts. Zoya too left saying she had a lot to do for the upcoming wedding. That night, Gaffur had asked one of his staff to find Asad. He walked into the room to see Gaffur waiting in his room. "You wanted to see me uncle?" Asad asked standing at the entrance. "Come in Asad," Gaffur said. He motioned Asad to sit in the chair adjacent to his. "Asad, I wanted to talk about what happened today," Gaffur said. "I am sorry for what happened, I shouldn't have manhandled Tanveer like that," Asad sincerely apologized. "You should be," Gaffur bluntly stated. Asad looked at him surprised. "Even after what Tanveer did, you are blaming me?" he asked. "Asad, you know how Tanveer is. She is a kid, you have to be the patient one," Gaffur explained. "Gaffur uncle, I have been very patient with your daughter. But, I would not allow her or anyone else to disrespect my mother," Asad firmly stated as he stood up. "I am not done talking," Gaffur said. "Well, I am. Excuse me," Asad said and walked out of the room. If he was in that room for even a minute longer, he felt like he was going to combust. Instead of apologizing for his daughter's behavior, he was going to blame him. Forget about saying sorry, Gaffur didn't even acknowledge what Tanveer did was wrong. Is it what life going to be? Will he have to accept responsibility even without being at fault? Will his mother have to be ridiculed by Tanveer all her life? Is this the life he wanted to choose? Walking out, he saw Zoya talking on the phone as she chewed on her pen anxiously. His lips curved into a smile. This is what he wanted life to be. He wanted it with her. Someone who made him smile, someone who accepted him for who he was, someone who respected his mother like their own, someone who he loved.

The next morning, Asad decided to talk to Zoya. He was going to tell her how he felt. He didn't know what she felt but he wanted to be honest with her. As she was instructing the staff, "Zoya," he called out. "Yeah, just put the lights up and check the electricity levels," she finished and turned to him. "I have to talk to you," he stated. "Yeah," she said expectantly. "Not here, can we go somewhere, hmmm... more private," Asad said. Zoya just nodded and they walked out to the garden. Zoya waited for him to speak but he didn't say anything. "Asad, are you ok?" she asked worried. Asad felt loss of words. He had come here determined to tell her what he felt. But, seeing her almond shaped eyes looking at him, made him feel tongue tied. Asad felt nervous. "Actually Zoya, I had to talk to you about something important," he repeated. "Yes Asad, but what is it?" she asked. "I...I know this is going to sound weird but I have to say it. I think...no I know...I am...I am in...," Asad was trying to speak when, "There you are," a voice said from behind. Asad sighed. Zoya looked behind him to see Tanveer with another guy. "Asad, my man, how are you?" the young man said, pulling Asad in an embrace. "I am fine, how are you?" Asad said as they broke apart. "Awesome as usual! How is...," The guy stopped in the middle. "Who is this beauty?" he said turning to Zoya. She felt uncomfortable with the look she was getting from the guy in front of her. Asad could see Zoya grip her sky blue dress in her left fist. He could tell that she was feeling awkward. He moved next to her partially shielding her. "This is Zoya, the wedding planner," Asad introduced. "Akram, Tanveer's cousin," Akram said as he took Zoya's hand in his, forcing Asad to move aside. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he said almost in a flirty tone. As he moved forward to peck her palm, Zoya quickly retrieved her hand back. "It is nice to meet you too," she said. Asad felt his blood boil. He wanted to take Akram by his neck and break his bones. Always the flirt, he thought. "Zoya, that is a sweet name," Akram added. Zoya just smiled. "Asad, I have to talk to you," Tanveer said as she grabbed Asad's arm. "Let's go Akram, we have to catch up," Asad tried. "I will man, later," Akram said eyeing Zoya. As they walked away, Asad turned to see Zoya standing with Akram and he felt a burning rage in his heart. As they were walking back, Asad saw Najma. "Tanveer, just one sec," Asad said. He excused himself and quickly went up to Najma. "Zoya is over there, she needs you, go now" he told her and left with Tanveer, leaving a confused Najma behind.

"So Zoya, you have a boyfriend?" Akram questioned. "Excuse me," Zoya said. "Oh come on, it's just a question," he stated casually. "I have stuff to do, I will see you later I guess," Zoya told him, trying to leave. His arm caught hers, "we have just started talking," Akram said. "What are you doing?" she said getting annoyed. Suddenly, Zoya saw another arm reach over Akram's. She smiled thankfully at her sister who loosened her arm out of Akram's grip. "And now you have to end it, I need her," Najma spoke. "And you are?" he said. "I am her sister, let's go Zoe," Najma said as she took Zoya and walked out of there. "Thank you Tamatar! He was such a flirt," Zoya said making a disgusting face. "No worries sista, main hoon na," Najma teased making Zoya laugh. "By the way, Asad sent me there," Najma said. "What? Really?" Zoya asked surprised. "He told me that you needed me when Tanveer was taking him away," Najma replied. "We were talking before she interrupted," Zoya said referring to Asad and Tanveer. "Something important?" Najma questioned curiously. "I don't know. It seemed like it," Zoya informed. "He didn't seem too happy to go with Tanveer," Najma said. "Tamatar, stop!" Zoya said. "What? It is the truth," Najma told her. "Let's go, we have too much to do," Zoya said. "If you say so," Najma teased. Zoya tried to busy herself with work but she kept thinking about Asad and what he was going to tell her. Should she ask him, Zoya wondered. She tried once but he was interrupted by Razia. Zoya sighed, if he had to tell her, he could later, she told herself as the day went by.

In the evening, Zoya stood in the area where the cocktail party was going to be held in a few hours. She looked around the venue as a smile played on her lips. All her hard work seemed worth it. Looking at the vases, she remembered how she got hurt, how Asad had taken care of her, and the night they spent talking and making the vases. After trying so hard, she forced herself to put those thoughts aside and went to get ready for the party. Three hours later, Asad was standing with Rajveer conversing when his eyes drifted towards someone at the entrance of the party. Dressed in a red cocktail dress with short cap sleeves and an empire waist, she looked dazzling. The fabric hugged her in all the right places and came till her knees. Her black tresses were curled and swept to one side. She had added matching red studs and a ruby bracelet in her hand. Zoya walked in and she could feel his eyes on her. She didn't have the courage to look up so she was pretending to talk to Najma. But, her body didn't listen. Her eyes drifted towards him. She felt her heartbeat become erratic and a blush sneak up her neck. Rajveer smiled at his friend. His friend was totally gone, though he wouldn't accept it. "Asad...Tanveer," Rajveer warned as he saw Tanveer walking up to them. Asad turned to face Tanveer dressed up into a sleeveless, simmering black dress. Her hair up in a ponytail revealing the upper part of her cleavage on which a chunky black stoned necklace lay. "Hey Baby," she said walking up to Asad and pulling him in a hug. "Hi," he said plainly. Zoya turned away seeing the couple embrace. She didn't know why she felt like someone stole something, something very important, from her. They were getting married in 2 days, they can hug, they do whatever they want, why did she care? She mentally yelled at herself.

Just then, someone interrupted her. "Zoya, there is a problem with the caterers," Asma, one of her staff, informed. "What? What happened? Let's go," Zoya said and left from the party. The party started to kick off in full swing. Asad tried to find Zoya but couldn't. Tanveer was constantly introducing him to family and friends but Asad was least interested. He wanted to talk to Zoya, he didn't care about meeting anyone. When he got a minute, Asad excused himself and went towards Najma. "Najma, have you seen Zoya?" he asked. "Zoya had a problem, she is there taking care of it. What is it Asad?" Najma asked. "Nothing, I just need to talk to her," Asad replied. "Yeah, Zoya was saying that before too. You were interrupted," Najma stated. Asad nodded in agreement. "Tanveer doesn't seem to give me a moment," he said irritated. "May be I can help," Najma said. "What do you mean?" he questioned confused. "Leave it to me," Najma said with a wink and left.

Zoya solved the problem and returned to the party. Najma had 'accidentally' dropped some juice on Tanveer's dress and sent her to change. The DJ invited the couples to the dance floor as he started Dil ibadat kar raha hai on the player. Najma was telling Zoya something when they were interrupted. "Zoya, may I have this dance?" Asad asked as he walked up to her. "Me? How can I...," she trailed off. Of course she wanted to dance with him but it was Tanveer's and Asad's cocktail party. How could she dance with him? "Please," he said. His voice merely a whisper, but she saw something in his eyes that made her place her hand in his and accept. They moved to the center of the floor and Najma smiled at the couple. His hands slid down to her waist and banded around it. Shivers ran down her spine. She felt like a thousand butterflies unleashed in her stomach. Zoya wrapped her hands around his neck for support. As the lyrics played, they moved closer and closer. It was like their hearts were in sync as their eyes didn't leave each other's. They didn't care about anything. Their world consisted of just each other. Asad wished that time would stand still, just with the love of his life in his arms. Zoya didn't know what the volcano of emotions that she felt inside were. He leaned closer and she fisted his hair in her hands. Their lips were merely an inch away when the roar of applause broke their trance. Zoya was shocked at what was going to happen. She tore away from him. She looked down at her wrist which he held. Tears stood at the rim of her eyes. "Asad, please let go," Zoya told him. "I don't want to," he stated. "I should go Asad, please," she pleaded. "Why?" he asked looking into her eyes. She didn't have an answer to that. There were many reasons why but the most important one was that he was getting married to someone else in 48 hours. Her heart cringed at that thought. Before Zoya could say more, Tanveer interrupted them. "What's going on here?" she asked though she had already seen Asad holding Zoya's hand. "Nothing!" Zoya said as she forcefully removed her hand and walked out.

Zoya ran out of the party into the fresh air to breathe. Tears ran down her cheeks. She loved him, her heart yelled. She loved him, she cried. But she couldn't. It was wrong. He was getting married to Tanveer. She was their wedding planner, she couldn't do this. And maybe she was just imagining what she saw in his eyes. Just because she had feelings for him didn't mean he felt the same. He didn't! He was getting married to Tanveer and it was better she stayed away. More tears wetted her cheeks. She loved someone for the first time in her life and that too has chosen the wrong person. Allah, what is wrong with me? I should be focusing on my job, this is a very important project for me, Zoya told herself. "Missing me?" she heard someone behind her. She quickly wiped her cheeks. Zoya turned around, "Akram," she said surprised. "I thought you need a drink," he offered her a wine glass. "Thanks but I don't drink," Zoya told him. "Oh come on Zoya, it's just a drink," Akram forced. "Akram please, I just want to be alone," Zoya said. As she started to walk away, Akram followed her. He had found her attractive the moment he laid eyes on her. But, the way she was ignoring him was making him frustrated. No one said no to Akram Warshi, it just didn't happen. Zoya tried to increase her pace but her follower kept up. "Oh Tamatar, how I wish you were here," she murmured. Najma had left from the party to talk to Imran. She had told her right before she had been offered to dance by Asad. Her thought were interrupted when he held her hand and spun her around. "Akram, what are you doing? Leave me please," Zoya pleaded. "You know Zoya, you are a beauty," he said tracing her cheek with his finger. She tried to move away but his grasp was tight. Zoya could smell the alcohol on him. "Akram, please you are drunk," she said as she tried to fight him off. "You should try it too," Akram said. He grabbed her chin with one hand and tried to make her drink the wine. Zoya put all her effort and pushed him away. The glass fell to the ground shattering into pieces. Zoya felt anger take over her. "How dare you?" she shouted as she slapped Akram. He stumbled back due to the force. "I have been tolerating your unwelcomed advances since we met but enough is enough. You have no right to force me to drink. Don't you understand? Just leave me alone," she yelled. "You bloody bi**h!" Akram said shocked.

Zoya stepped back as she saw this fury swim up into his eyes. She saw Akram move forward and knew that something was going wrong. She took off in a run. Akram wasn't one of those men who backed off when told to. He also sprinted behind her. He caught her and pushed her to the ground. Her head hit the pillar and blood gushed out of her forehead. "Ahhh," she yelled as her head pressed onto her head. He grabbed her by the arms. "You slapped me, now I will show you what I can do," he told her. Zoya felt trapped. "Akram, please let me go," she said. "Not so soon honey," he said seductively. She felt her stomach twist with disgust. The closer he moved, the harder she tried to fight him off. Zoya gasped as her sleeve tore off due to the struggle. She cried for help but no one was there. Zoya closed her eyes as tears spooled onto her cheeks. "Allah, please help me...please help me," she prayed silently. Suddenly, she felt a force pull Akram away. She looked up to see him. His brown orbs filled with anger as he watched Akram. "You ba**a*d!" he roared as his fist knocked Akram's face. Blood rushed out of his nose. "How dare you touch her? How dare you?" Asad screamed as he continued to hit Akram, not caring he was lying unconscious on the ground. He stopped when his eyes saw her. She was collapsed on her knees, she looked like she was frozen. The next instant, he was sitting beside her on the floor. "Zoya, you are ok na?" Asad asked unsure. She threw herself into his arms and started to holler. Asad felt his heart break. He had never seen her cry. She always carried herself with so much poise and a smile on her lips. "Please don't cry," he tried. "If you hadn't come...if you weren't here...if you," Zoya sobbed. "Shhh...it's ok. I am here, you are fine," Asad said as he wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back. She just cried harder. She couldn't believe what had happened. She had worked with so many people but this has never happened. Nobody had misbehaved with her, tried to force her. She was a modern girl who was independent and friendly with everyone but that didn't mean she didn't have any respect. How could someone stoop so low? "Zoya, please don't cry. I can't see you like this," he pleaded. That is when she realized the position they were in. She broke apart and tugged at her torn sleeve. He quickly removed her coat and covered her shoulders. "I should go," she said as she stood up. "Zoya, are you ok? I am sorry for what happened," Asad said. "I should go," she repeated. She took a few steps away from him. He saw her stumble. Asad ran up to her, "Zoya," he called. But, all he got in response was an unconscious Zoya falling into his arms.

"All that for being OK, stubborn girl," he thought as Asad picked her up in his arms. He walked to her room and carefully placed her on the bed. As he tried to move, her arms on his shirt collar stopped him. Asad observed the serene glint of smirk that was on her lips. Was it because of him? he thought. He removed her hands and placed it on either side of her. He saw the wound on her head. Asad searched through the room and found a first aid box. He cleaned the wound and bandaged it. Asad covered her up with the comforter. She looked so innocent. She was the most beautiful soul he has ever seen. How could anyone hurt her? He felt ashamed to call himself a man if guys like Akram were supposed to be a man too. Any man who touched a woman without her consent was a coward. Time passed as Asad sat on the bed looking at Zoya. It felt like no matter how long he sat here staring at her, he could just never get his heart fulfilled with the image of her. How he wished he could scream to the world that he loved her. How he could tell everyone to back off because she was his, only his. He bent closer and caressed her cheek. "Please take care Zoya, if not for you at least for me," he told her and left the room.

Hours later, the mishaps of that night startled a sleepy Zoya awake. She sat up catching her breathe with sweat drops on her forehead. She was shaking in fear. She realized that she was sleeping in her room. Looking around, she saw her sister sleeping next to her. "Asad," his name escaped her lips remembering how he had saved her from Akram. She was sure he had bought her here too. Zoya got off the bed and felt a dull ache in her head. She looked at her clothes and knew she had to change. Taking her towel and pajamas, she went into the bathroom. Sitting under the hot water, fresh tears fell from her eyes. She wanted to erase the memories of last night. Not just what had happened with Akram but also the moments she had spent with Asad. She didn't even know if that was possible. But, she was determined to try. She felt ashamed that she had fallen in love with a man who belonged to someone else. But Zoya, the heart doesn't listen to what is wrong or what is right, it has its own ways, she recalled her sister's words. No, these are just Najma's filmy thoughts. Love is supposed to be pure. It could never be something you snatched from someone else. And if Tanveer found out, she thought worried. Zoya, there is no point in thinking about something that can never be. This wedding is a very serious responsibility. She should just focus on the wedding and then leave. This wasn't her world. She will just return to Delhi to her family as soon as all this is over. On the other hand, Asad sat in his room recalling the events of the night as well. His blood raged thinking about Akram and his behavior. But, when he thought about Zoya, his lips broke into a huge grin. He recalled the moment when they were in each other's arms. The way she fit perfectly in his arms, it felt so right. He wished life would stop at that moment. Asad knew that he couldn't go ahead with this scam of a marriage anymore. He had to do something. But, first thing tomorrow, he would talk to Zoya, he decided as he stared out in the dark sky.