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Part 12
"Zoya, if you sneeze one more time- " Asad began threateningly.
"I wasn't going to sneeze, OK?" She replied, though she had been about to.
They were sitting in the living room; Asad busy in his work on laptop and Zoya sitting at the far
end of the sofa, wiping her runny nose with a handkerchief, every now and then.
Achoo!
Asad looked at her with lethal eyes.
"I couldn't control it, OK?" She muttered.
"Can you at least get out of here?" He remarked.
"Hey, this house is as much mine as it's yours. So I'll stay where ever I- Ach- " She was about to sneeze
again.
"Don't you dare." He shot at her quickly.
"No, no. I'm fi- " She started saying, causing Asad to mutter a "thank-god" under his breath but before
either of them had completed their sentence, she had sneezed again.
"Achoo!"
Shutting the lid of his laptop angrily, he got up and rushed out of the room.
"At least I can annoy him now." Zoya said with a satisfactory smile on her face as she saw him leave.
*********
"Zoya, your sister has come to meet you." Dilshad said to her daughter- in-law.
Looking behind, Zoya saw her sister standing behind Dilshad. She got up and rushed towards her to engulf her in a hug.
"Geez Zoya!" Her sister said on seeing her runny nose and red cheeks. "Do you have flu?"
Zoya sneezed again. That was an answer enough.
"I'll go make drinks for you two." Dilshad said, walking away.
They both sat down on the sofa, her sister keeping a distance between them both.
"It's a mild flu, OK? You won't die if you come close to me." Zoya pouted.
"Yeah, whatever." Her sister remarked. "I need my health since I have to go for an interview
tommorow. It won't be a pretty sight if the interviewers see me sneezing all the time."
Zoya shook her head at her reply.
"Anyways, how are you?" She asked.
"I was fine until yesterday."
"Why? What happened yesterday?"
Aisha glanced at her younger sister, looking at her full- square in the eyes this time.
'I met Rehan yesterday."
Zoya felt an uneasy sensation in her stomach but she tried to keep a straight face as she asked:
"Oh. How is he?"
"Zoya, I'm not here to tell you about the health of our cousin. I'm here to talk about you and him."
Aisha said matter-of- factly.
Zoya felt a chill run through her body.
"What do you mean?" She asked. More like mumbled.
"I mean that he told me everything. Every single god damn thing." Her sister added the last part to emphasize her meaning.
Zoya's face went pale.
"Why had you do this Zoya?" Aisha asked sternly.
Zoya stared at the angry look on her sister's face which made her even more pale.
"And moreover, why had you do this to Asad?"
"I didn't do anything!" Zoya blurted out angrily. 'You know I haven't done anything wrong."
"But you haven't done anything right either." Her sister looked at her matter-of- factly. "Imagine if Asad comes to know about it-"
"He knows." Zoya mumbled.
"What?" Aisha blurted out in shock. "Are you telling me that he knows about you and Rehan."
"Apparently, he saw me and him together." Zoya muttered.
"O my god Zoya! And he didn't say anything to you?"
Zoya remembered all the times when he had hurt her, been cruel to her...despite not knowing
everything.
"He did. He said a lot of things."
"You did explain to him, right?"
Zoya felt anger boil inside her again.
"Explain? He doesn't even let me utter a word!"
"Are you saying that you never talked about this issue with him?" Aisha asked, surprised.
"I was shocked that he knew about Rehan," Zoya replied, "I decided to tell him everything but he
just wouldn't listen. So now I have decided to tell him nothing."
"Zoya," Aisha said, leaning towards her. "Please allow me to say that you are a dick."
"Why had you say that?" Zoya asked, enraged at her sister.
"Just because he won't listen to you, you had shut this matter off forever?"
"You don't know him. He...he... didn't even give me a chance. He's just so stubborn!"
"And what about you? Aren't you being stubborn now too?"
That shut Zoya up. She felt hot tears well up her eyes suddenly.
"Listen to me Zoya." Her sister said, cupping her face gently with her hands. "I think he
misunderstands you, that's it. If you talk to him..."
"If you think by talking to him, he will change his cocky and egoistic attitude, then you are wrong. He won't! I know him better than you. He- "
They heard a thud behind them suddenly. When they looked behind; however, they saw nothing.
"It's probably a cat." Zoya mumbled after a momentary silence.
"Have you thought about it the other way round Zoya?" Aisha asked, continuing the conversation.
"Maybe it is you who don't care about him. That is why, you never made it a point to tell him
everything. Tell me do you really care about him?"
"I did care about him," Zoya replied suddenly. "I did. But everything has changed now. I have
become tired Aisha. Of my life. Of him." She said the last part more to herself than to her sister.
Aisha looked at her for a whole minute and said:
"I know it's hard. But I want you to do it. I want you to talk to him again. Tell him everything."
"What the heck is wrong with everyone?" Asad entered the kitchen, fuming.
"What happened Asad?" Dilshad asked, looking up at him, from the drinks that she had been making for Zoya and Aisha.
"I asked for a glass of juice and I still haven't got it. That's what happened!"
They heard a whimper sound and one of the servants shakily came forward.
"Sir, I...I'm sorry. I...urm... forgot about it. I'll prepare it right away."
Asad looked at him dangerously. The servant couldn't help but cower under his look.
"Asad, he said sorry, now will you give it a rest?" Dilshad said quickly.
"Fine. But if you do this again, I will fire you. You understand?"
The servant nodded fervently and started pouring orange juice in a glass with his hands shaking
slightly.
Asad stomped out of the kitchen. Had he not heard loud voices coming from the living room, he
would not have stopped and kept on walking towards his room. But he halted suddenly when he heard a familiar voice from somewhere inside the living room.
"If you think that by talking to him, he will change his cocky and egoistic attitude, then you are wrong.
He won't! I know him better than you. He- "
Just then, the servant came behind him, stumbling on his way, from a fold on the carpet. The glass of juice that he held in his tray, jerked a little upon the stumble but stayed in its place. The noise, however was enough to surprise Asad and the 'people' inside the living room.
"Sir, your drink." The servant said in a shaking voice.
"Go away." Asad said in a dangerously low voice as he turned around to face him.
Something about his voice scared the hell out of the servant and without further ado, he ran out of his sight.
"It's probably a cat." Asad only faintly heard Zoya's voice as he stomped away to his room.
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At night finally, Zoya entered her room. She looked around for Asad but thankfully, he wasn't
present there. Taking out a blanket from the cup board, she spread it out on the bed and was about to lie down when she heard the door open.
Asad had just entered the room.
I know it's going to be hard. But I want you to do it...Tell him everything.
Her sister's words reverberated through her mind. Before she could say something, Asad started
coming towards her with a strange expression on his face.
When he didn't stop, she started moving back.
"Why are coming towards me?" She asked, surprised.
But he didn't reply and continued moving forward.
"Asad, why are you coming forward?" This time she asked a little scared.
She hit the wall behind her suddenly; Asad had closed the gap between them both. Then as if she
knew what he was about to do next, she quickly started walking away from him.
But she had just moved a short distance away when Asad's hand grabbed her wrist and jerked her in front of him again.
"Asad, what are you doing?"
She asked, positively scared now.
He ran back of his hand through her hair and then her face. She flinched at his touch. Then suddenly, he started leaning towards her face. Zoya's breath caught in her throat. She tried to run away but he trapped her by putting his arms on her sides.
His face was very close now...
"You said it right." He whispered in her ear. "I'm cocky and egoistic but there is something that you still don't know about me. But don't worry I will tell you about it today."
It didn't take her long to realize the double-meaning of what he had just said. But there was no way she could get away.
"Asad- " she began, her voice barely a whisper.
"Shh," He put a finger on her lips to quieten her.
"Don't worry," he said. "I won't be that bad with you as you might think me to be."
She blanched at his words. Hot tears had started to cascade down her cheeks as she looked in his eyes.
She could see nothing there...except for wildness.
"What are you saying?" She mumbled although she already knew the answer.
"You know perfectly well what I'm trying to say here."
This time, he leaned even more closer and just when she had closed her eyes, knowing that the
inevitable was about to happen, he backed away suddenly.
She opened her eyes to see him standing there as hard and cold as a statue. They stood there in
complete silence, their gazes transfixed on each other.
"Get out of here." He ordered suddenly. And before she knew it, Zoya had run out of the room as fast as she could.

"Zoya. Seriously it won't hurt you if you laugh at my joke."
"Huh?' She looked around to see who had talked to her. It was Armaan with a frown on his face.
"I have been telling jokes and you haven't even laughed once. Are you alright?"
They were sitting on the dining table having dinner. Dilshad looked up at her and said:
"Are you fine Zoya? You don't look alright."
"Do I?"
Just then, they saw Asad enter the room. Everyone looked at him...everyone except her.
Pulling a chair, he sat next to her. She stiffened and found herself moving towards the edge of her seat.
"I think you have fever." Dilshad said, putting a hand on her head to confirm. "See, you really do have fever. Asad, put your hand on her head and tell me if I am wrong."
"No." Zoya stood up suddenly. She felt every gaze on her.
Every gaze except one.
"I mean... I'll go check it from a thermometer." Her voice faltered.
And before others could start questioning her, she had run away. She had lied to them but she didn't care. Instead of her room, she actually ran towards the roof...the only place in the house where she was sure no one would find her... at least for some time.
It was dark. Except for the faint light that came from the adjacent roof. She put her hands on the hard cement parapet and gazed in the night.
Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder...

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Link to thread 1-https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/qubool-hai/4540547/new-asya-ff-unspoken-words-link-to-thread-2-on-page-1

Link to thread 2-https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/qubool-hai/4546138/t-2-unspoken-words-link-to-thread-3-on-page-1

Part 12- above

Part -13https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/130597334

Part-14
https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/130759777

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