Chapter 14
Zoya felt as if the air had been sucked out her, feeling her husband so close. She tried to speak but her mouth felt dry, words lost. Asad felt his heart fill with something that he had never experienced. Her soft, wet silohuette pressed against his. He could hear the booming of her heart and felt it against his own. "Thank you, thank you so much Zoya," he whispered in her ear. Feeling his breath on her neck, Zoya felt a chill ran down her spine. He slowly broke apart, and she felt like she could breathe again. Zoya looked at her husband with questioning eyes. "Main hospital gaya tha, I met him," he stated. A gasp escaped her lips and he smiled at her amazed look. "Aap hospital gaye the? Saach mein?" she confirmed. He nodded affirmatively. "Mujhe yakeen nahi horaha hai," Zoya said, more to herself than him. "Main jhoot nahi bol raha hoon," he replied, defensively. Zoya shook her head, "I didn't mean that. I can't believe keh aapne meri baat seriously liya hai," she told him. "Shayad phele hi leyleni chahiye thi. I was wrong, I am sorry," Asad said. She recalled everything from the past 2 days. His hurtful words seem to burn her already scarred heart. The painful words, hard to forget. Was it really so easy to lash out on her then a day later apologize. Does he believe all will be alright? Zoya stepped back, increasing the distance between them. Asad felt the loss create an emptiness inside him. He looked up at her questioning and saw her hazel eyes fill with tears. Shocked, he went closer but she moved farther. "Mujhe ghar jaana hai!" she said. "But Zoya, tum theek ho?" Asad asked, concerned. "I am fine. Main ghar chali jaungi," Zoya said and started to walk away. "Zoya, wait!" he said but she didn't. She kept walking and Asad followed. They descended the rest of the stairs and reached the street. The rain became harder and the wind picked up in speed. Zoya felt the water soak her skin and she shivered from the chilly weather. "Zoya, car maine iss taraf park ki hai," he informed. "Zoya," he yelled when she didn't respond. Zoya sighed. She stopped walking and turned towards him, "Asad, mujhe aapke saath ghar nahi jaana. Please, mujhe akele chod dijiye aur ghar jayiye," Zoya said. "But, what's wrong?" he said puzzled. "Har cheez aapko mujhe hi kyun baatani padthi hai. Aap kuch kyun nahi samaj sakthe," Zoya said, frustrated. "What are you trying to say?" he questioned. "You hurt me!" she replied honestly. "I know, and I am really sorry for that," he told her. "And you think just apologizing is enough," Zoya asked him. Asad had no answer to that. What did she mean by that? What else did she desire? "What else do you want?" Asad wondered.
"Mujhe hi aapko har cheez baatani kyun padthi hai Mr. Khan? Figure it out!" she replied curtly. Asad was lost in thoughts and didnt realize that she had left. He saw her hailing a taxi down. Anger surged through him. Why was she calling a taxi when he was present to take her home? As he reached the taxi, she had gotten in the rear seat. "Zoya, come out! Main tume ghar lekar jaunga," he ordered. "Mujhe ghar waise hi jaana tha jaise main yaha aayi thi," she replied. "Zoya...stop being a child. Hum ghar jaakar baat karenge, bahar aao," Asad said, opening the door. "Asad, you are the one being stubborn. I have to go," she said, pulling the door closed. "Ahhh!" he shrieked as his hand became sandwiched between the edge of the seat and the car door. Zoya quickly opened the door and stepped out. "Kya hua?" she asked shocked, trying to see his hand. "It's fine," Asad said, angrily. Zoya could tell that he was in pain. But, his ego wouldn't allow him to accept him, she thought. She grabbed his hand and pulled it forward and saw it bleeding. She looked around for anything that she could treat him with. Not finding anything, Zoya ripped a piece of her wet dupatta and tied it around his hand. "Ziddi hai aap bahut," she accused. "Tum bhi toh ziddi ho," he retorted. Before they speak further, the taxi driver interrupted asking if they needed the car anymore. "Nahi chahiye, aap jayiye," Asad told him. Zoya glared at him to which, "ghar jaakar jitna chilana hai utna chila sakthi ho. Aabh please ghar chalo," he requested. Zoya closed her eyes in confusion. It wasn't like she didnt want to go with him, she did. But, what happened in the past two days kept nagging at her heart. Seeing her silence, "I am saying sorry again Zoya," Asad told her. "Unfortunately, it is not the sorry I want," Zoya said sadly as she started walking towards the car. Asad stood there puzzled as he saw her going towards the car. What did she mean by that? he wondered. When Asad got into the driver's seat, he saw Zoya facing the window, her back towards him. "Agar sorry nahi chahiye, toh kya chahiye?" he asked, bringing the engine to life and turning the heat on. She turned towards him, "Kuch nahi!" she replied. "Are you sure keh tume kuch nahi bol na hai?" Asad questioned unsure. Zoya just nodded her head negatively and turned towards the raining sky again.
She felt tears roll down her cheeks. Allah miyan, yeh kya horaha hai mujhe? Why was she crying? Shouldn't she be happy that he had realized that he was wrong and apologized. She didn't want him to apologize. She wanted him to...she didnt know what exactly she wished for. Zoya was tired of this! She was tired of his yelling and the way he behaved with her, and then how he just say one sorry and expected her to forget everything. Did he even understand how hard this was for her? Since day one, he had always treated her so rudely. He had told her what a unfit person she was for his family. Then, he had said sorry and she had truthfully given him a chance. But, now! He still sometimes behaved the same way. It was as if his rage blinded him and he was unable to see her agony. Didnt he see what his words and actions did to her? Does she really have to spell it out for him? Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt him wrap his black jacket over her. She felt her shivering body fill with heat as his hand grazed the junction of her neck and shoulder. Asad felt her move away, trying to alleviate his touch from her skin. She pulled the jacket closer, mumbling a thanks. Asad was trying very hard to remain calm but it was hard when she kept behaving like this. What was wrong? He knew that he had messed up but he was saying sorry, wasn't he? Her words rang in his ear, "unfortunately sorry is not what I want," she had said. What did that mean? What did she want? Confused, Asad pulled the car in the Khan Mansion parking lot.
As soon as the car halted, Zoya jumped out and went into the house. She felt like she was breaking from within, each moment she was with him. The air around suffocating. Zoya grabbed a change of clothes from the closet and went into the bathroom. Asad was bewildered. Yeh ladki koh main khabhi nahi samaj paunga. Phele naraaz thi keh main chila tha hoon. Aur aabh main acche se baat karaha hoon toh bhi problem hai. Akir problem kya hai?" he thought confused, looking at the closed door. Minutes later, he saw an angel walk into the room. She had changed into jeans and a light blue top. Her hands ran through her hair detangling them. Droplets of water fell on the corner of her jaw. How he wished he could wipe those droplets off her neck, he thought. Zoya was in her own world as she dried her wet hair. She didnt do what she should do. Should she forgive Asad again? Then what? Would he never be rude to her again? Was it really that easy? Suddenly, she felt someone yank her elbow and she was introduced to her husband's firm chest. Her eyes shot up and met his. She felt something evolve inside her seeing his chocolate brown orbs. His thumb streaked her face, wiping it dry. Zoya felt her throat go dry as her stomach went in a tumult. She was glad he was holding her, if not her weak knees would have failed her. "What's wrong Zoya?" his words broke her daze. "What?" she said bewildered. "Tum pareshaan ho," he stated. "Aisa kuch bhi nahi hai," she replied. Zoya wanted to leave but his grip on her shoulder reminded her she couldnt. "Tum jhoot bol rahi ho," Asad accused. "Aap itne yakeen se yeh bolsakthe hai?" Zoya retorted. "I know you," he replied. Something in his voice sent a shiver down her spine. But it also hurt! He didnt know her. He knew nothing about her. Then why claim lies? "Aap mere baare mein kuch nahi jaante?" Zoya said angrily. "Try me!" he challenged. "Mera favorite color kya hai?" she asked. Asad felt dumbfounded. He didnt know that. What was it? he wondered. "All colors, you like them all," Asad guessed. "No Mr. Khan! See, I told you," she said, assertively. "Ask me something else," he suggested. "Fine, who is my best friend?" Zoya questioned. "What? Mujhe kaise paata hoga," Asad said, getting agitated that he didnt know the answers. "You are supposed to know," Zoya told him. "Kya tume yeh sabh paata hai mere baare mein?" Asad questioned. "Aap mere sawaloon ka jawaab dijiye phir baat karte hai. Meri qualifications kya hai?" she said. "You do something in computers right?" he said, unsure. Zoya sighed, "like I said, you don't know me," she said sadly. Asad felt guilt punch him in the heart. He didn't know these basic things about her? But, I thought I did, he told himself. As she started to walk away, "Tume bhi toh nahi paata mere baare mein," he said. She stopped, turned towards him. "Aapka favorite color black hai. Aapka best friend toh kohi nahi hai but aap Ayaan se shayad sabh se zyada apne dil ki baat karte hai. And you have a Masters in Business Administration from London," Zoya said with a smile and left, leaving a stunned Asad behind.
Asad stood in silence, surprised. For a man who always knew everything, this was the first time when he had been shushed. This wasn't him. How come he didnt know these basic things about her. And, how did Zoya know everything? When she says that Zoya Farooqui can do anything, she obviously meant it! Great Asad, aabh jao aur explain to her, he told himself. Walking out, he saw his wife embracing his mother and comforting her. "Aap fikar mat kijiye Ammi, inshAllah sabh theek hoga," he heard Zoya said. Seeing him walk up to them, Dilshad smiled. She had been beyond shocked when Rashid had told her that Asad visited, when she spoke to him before the surgery. She couldn't believe her ears. All these years, she has tried to mend things between her husband and son. But, failed! Seeing the way Asad and Zoya were looking at each other, Dilshad understood that Zoya was the reason for this new change. Asad saw his mother walk up to him and pull him in a hug. "Aaj main bahut khush hoon Asad, aaj raat mujhe sukoon ki neend aayegi," Dilshad said with a grin. Zoya was really happy to see Dilshad smiling. She had been so worried from the past few days about Rashid. Dilshad took Zoya's hand in hers and silently thanked her. Zoya covered Dilshad's hand with her own, as a silent understanding passed between the two ladies. As they broke apart, "Accha hai Ammi keh uncle ka operation theek se hogaya. InshAllah, woh jaldi theek hojayenge aur ghar bhi chale jayenge," Zoya repeated. Dilshad, at first, looked confused why Zoya was saying the same thing she had before. Then, she realized that Zoya was informing Asad about his father's health. Asad too understood what his wife was doing. Seeing her husband's eyes on her, "Aap fresh hojayiye Ammi. Main khana ready karti hoon," Zoya suggested and left from there. Few minutes later, Zoya saw her husband walk into the kitchen. She tried very hard to focus on the onions she was slicing but it was hard. Why was he here? "Aabh kya baat karni hai? Mere baare mein ek cheez bhi nahi paata. Aur chale hai mere shohar banne. Allah Miyan, aap toh yeh Akdu se meri shaadi karni thi," she sighed, mumbling her thoughts to herself. "Mere baare mein hai toh tum mujhse bol sakthi ho," he told her. "Please Mr. Khan, mujhe khana banana hai. Aap jayiye, aapko office ka bhi kaam hoga," Zoya firmly stated. "Zoya, can't we just talk?" he requested. "Kis baare mein Asad? Maine aapko maaf kardiya na. Aur abhi joh room mein hua, I forgive you for that too. Happy?" she said, sarcastically. "Zoya, please! Mujhe baata toh doh keh...," Asad said when she interrupted. "Oh yeah right. Main toh bhul gayi thi keh mujhe aapko har cheez baatani padthi hai. Mere paas kuch nahi hai aapko bolne, mujhe akele chodijiye," Zoya said, as she added the onions to the heated oil. A small splash of oil splattered to his hand and Asad jerked back. "Kya hua? Aap theek toh haina?" Zoya asked concerned. "I am fine," Asad replied, taking his hand back. Zoya recalled his injury from the taxi. "Aapko toh chot lagi thi. Ek minute," Zoya said. She returned with a first-aid box. Zoya carefully took his hand and removed the piece of cloth that she had tied. She cleaned the wound, applied an antibiotic, and wrapped the bandage. Asad saw the pain transcribe in her eyes. It was like she was feeling his pain inside her. She finished and went back to her cooking. Asad stood there watching her. This girl was a very twisty puzzle that he will probably never solve. Shayad saari zindagi yeh samaj the samaj the nikal jayegi keh iss ladki ka kya karoon, he thought and left fom there. Zoya saw him walk away. She didn't know why she was being so stubborn. But, she had to! After learning he knew nothing about her, she felt her heart ache. Did he even care? Why would he? It wasn't like he had chosen her to be part of her life. But, she did! She had observed him and learned the little things. But him...he. Dilshad's voice interrupted her thoughts. "Zoya, kya hua beta? Kaha hohi huwi ho?" Dilshad asked. "Kuch nahi Ammi, bas hogaya," Zoya told her. At dinner, Dilshad noticed how quiet Asad and Zoya were. Asad never spoke much but it was unusal for Zoya to be so silent. "Inn dono keh beech kuch toh hua hai. Lagtha hai phir ladayi huwi hai. Allah, aap hi kuch kariye. Paata nahi mere beta aur bahu koh kabh ek saath, khush rehte dekhungi," Dilshad prayed as she looked at the couple.
That night, Zoya was in the guest room because she wanted to talk to her parents alone. She needed someone to tell her what was going on. Zoya told them that Asad visited Rashid and even forgave him. She also informed him that Rashid's surgery had gone well. "Yeh toh bahut acchi baat hai beta, Allah kare keh tumare zindagi mein aise hi sabh accha rahe," Zeenat blessed. "Thank you Ammi," Zoya said with a smile. "Zoya, aabh toh sabh theek hogaya na. Phir tum aise kyun bol rahi hoon?" Anwar wondered looking at her eyes that held this gloominess. "Paata nahi Abu," she replied honestly. "Zoya, sabh theek haina?" Zeenat questioned, worried. "Mujhe kuch hogaya hai Ammi. Asad toh mujhpar hamesha hi chilate hai aur mujhe hadad bhi hai. Lekin, paata nahi kyun iss bar mujhe unki maafi nahi chahiye. But, I don't know what I want either. I am so confused," Zoya complained, pouting like a little kid. Anwar and Zeenat looked at each other and smiled. "Tumne Asad se baat ki?" Zeenat said. "Nahi! Maine unse bola hai keh mujhe unse baat nahi karni. He just makes me more confused. I cant even stay mad at him for long. The way he looks at me, I lose control over myself. And Mr. Khan ek number keh bipolar hai. Ek second itne acche se rehte hai, aur dusre hi pal akdu banjaate hai," Zoya kept blabbering, not realizing that she was pouring her inner feelings out. "Zoya, agar tume Asad se kohi takleef hai toh tum usse baat karlo na. I am sure you will figure it out," Zeenat suggested. Zoya nodded her head, unsure what she wanted to do. "Kya shaadi itni complicated hoti hai?" Zoya whined making her parents laugh. "Zoya, har rishte mein aise choti choti problems toh aati hi hai. Par, waqt se saath tum dono ki understand badegi toh sabh theek hojayega," Anwar told her. "I miss you guys," Zoya said sadly. "Hum bhi tume bahut miss karte hai. Tume aur Asad koh yaha aana chahiye. Ek break bhi mil jayega aur tum dono koh ek dusre keh saath waqt bhi milega," Zeenat said. "I will think about it Ammi. Abhi itna sabh hua hai, main Ammi koh akele chodkar nahi aana chathi," Zoya stated. "I understand. But, sooch na," Zeenat replied. "Jee. Accha, raat hogayi hai. Main aap logo se baad mein baat karti hoon. Allah-hafiz," Zoya said with a smile and ended her skype call. Anwar and Zeenat looked at each other, "Tume lagtha hai keh she will figure it out?" Anwar wondered. "Tumari beti hai, toh thoda time lagega but I am sure she will understand," Zeenat said cheekily. "Kya matlab? I knew right away," Anwar said. "Ha ha, aur I love you bolne bhi kitne din lagaye the. Agar main Ammi se milne nahi jaati toh shayad aap khabhi nahi bolte," Zeenat teased. Anwar laughed as he pulled his wife in a hug. "Yakeen nahi hota keh humari choti si gudiya itni baadi hogayi hai," he said, recalling his little angel. "Yakeen toh mujhe bhi nahi hota. Aabh bas yehi dua hai keh Allah usse ehsaas dilaye keh woh Asad se pyaar karne lagi hai. Aur humari beti koh duniya ki saari khushiya mile," Zeenat said happily. "InshAllah aisa hi hoga," Anwar said, placing a kiss on her foread.
The next day, Dilshad had gone to the hospital to check on Rashid's health. Knowing Zoya was alone at home, Najma visited. As they sat in the garden with a cup of coffee, they noticed each other's gloomy faces. "Kya hua hai?" they both said in unison and smiled. "You first," Zoya said. "Kuch nahi, bas Imran se ladayi huwi hai," Najma replied. "Kyun? Kya hogaya?" Zoya asked, concerned. "It was something stupid but hum paata nahi kyun itna baada issue bana diya. You know Zoya, jab se honeymoon wapaas aaye hai cheeze badal si gayi hai," Najma said, sadly. "Main baat karoon Imran se? Ya shayad Asad...," Zoya said when Najma intervened. "Nahi Nahi Bhabhi, Bhai se kuch mat boliye. Aap toh jaante hai keh Bhai kitne gusse wale hai. Agar unone kuch bol diya toh," she contemplated. Zoya thought about the situation for a minute. "Theek hai. Par agar tume kohi bhi help chahiye toh mujhe bolna, ok?" Zoya told her and Najma nodded. "Aabh batao, aapko kya hua hai?" she questioned. Zoya sighed. "The same old story, tumare Bhaijaan ki wajase," she informed. "Aabh Bhaijaan ne kya kiya?" Najma wondered. "Woh kuch karte nahi yeh toh problem hai," Zoya replied. "Matlab?" Najma said, confused. "Mujhe khud nahi paata. Bahut confused hoon main. Aur tumare Bhaijaan, you know...he doesn't know anything about me," Zoya said as tears welled in her orbs. "Bhabhi, theek se baatyiye na, hua kya?" Najma said, as she took Zoya's hand in hers and caressed it. "Mujhe dar lagtha hai Najma. Mujhe aisa lagtha hai keh tumare Bhaijaan mujhe khabhi nahi samajenge. Aur aaj mujhe yeh paata chala hai keh unone khabhi kosish hi nahi ki," Zoya said, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I am sorry Zoya, but hua kya hai? Ammi koh bol rahi thi keh tumari wajase hi Bhaijaan Abu se milne gaye the? Toh phir kya hua?" Najma said, pulling Zoya in a hug. "I don't know anything anymore. And I...I," she said, as she cried. Najma was confused. She thought things were finally settling down between Zoya and her brother, and she was happy for them. But, seeing Zoya sob, was worrying her. Najma comforted Zoya and told her that everything will be fine soon.
As Najma was leaving, she saw Asad enter the house. She greeted him as he happily pulled her into an embrace. "Kaisi ho Tamatar?" Asad asked. "Acchi hoon. Aap kaise hai?" Najma said. Asad's eyes fluttered towards his wife was behind his sister before he answered, "I am ok." Najma wanted to do something for the two people who was present with her. She loved her Bhaijaan but she also loved Zoya very dearly. She couldnt see both of them so sad. "Kya karoon?" she thought to herself, thinking of ideas. "Accha Bhai, mujhe dher horahi hai. Main chalthi hoon," Najma said. "Ruko, I will drop you," Asad told her. Najma nodded in agreement and they both left. As they rolled out of the Khan parking lot, "Zoya ne tumse kuch kaha?" Asad asked. "Kis baare mein Bhaijaan?" Najma wondered, acting puzzled. He was her brother but Zoya was her friend...she wouldnt break the key rule of friendship, you keep your friend's trust. "Was she upset?" Asad said, trying hard to focus on the road as his mind drfited towards his wife's gloomy face. "Bhaijaan, kya hua hai? You can tell me," Najma probed, wanting to know Asad's side of the situation. "I don't know Najma. Zoya koh samaj hi nahi paata hoon. I know keh I hurt her but I apologized. But, woh hai keh mujhe baat bhi nahi karahi hai," he complained. "Bhai, Zoya koh baat karna bahut pasand hai. And if she is not talking then don't you think something is wrong," Najma stated. "I know! But woh kya hai, wohi toh nahi paata," Asad said, frustrated. "Ek suggestion doon?" Najma questioned. Asad looked at his sister and nodded, telling her to proceed. "Usse jaane ki kosish kijiye. Once you get to know Zoya, she is not that hard," Najma told him. Asad's mind drifted to the questions his wife had asked him. It bothered him he didnt know anything about her. He only knew what he had seen or heard, which was obviously not much. Most of the time, they argued or blamed each other about one thing or the other. Well, most of the time, he was the one who was blaming Zoya. But, her...she knew the answers to the questions. How? Maybe Ammi told her, Asad assumed. "Bhaijaan, aap sun rahe hai?" Najma said, touching his shoulder and bringing him back to reality. "Jee!" Asad replied, with a slight smile as he continued to drive.
After returning to work, Asad kept thinking about Zoya and how to apologize to her. He didn't know why her pain filled face kept haunting him. Why did it matter? He hadn't done anything wrong. Well, you blasted at her for telling you to go meet your dying father, his brain reminded. I apologized for that, his conscious retorted. Well, try harder! Do you want to see her sad? Do you like being ignored by her? his heart question. No! he immediately replied to himself. As much as he hated to accept it, it bothered him a lot when she acted like he was invisible. She has done it in the past and he had hardly cared. But now he did! Why? he thought. Forget it, that is not important. Focus Asad...you have to say sorry to Zoya. He didn't know what he had done wrong but he will do his best to say sorry. He didn't like seeing her hurt, especially not because of him. Asad picked up his phone to dial a number. On the other hand, Zoya was in her room, lost in thoughts. She was arranging her wardrobe, maybe this was the fifth time. Who knew? And who cared? She was just trying to find a way to keep her distracted. Dilshad had gone to visit Rashid at the hospital, and being alone in the house wasn't helping at all. Just then, Zoya heard the doorbell ring. She placed the dupatta she was folding in the cupboard and went to answer the door. Opening the door, she found a delivery guy. "Mrs. Khan?" he inquired. "Jee, main hoon," Zoya replied. "Aapke kehliye delivery hai," he told her. "What is it?" Zoya wondered. "I am sorry Mam, par hume andar aanda padega," the person informed. Zoya looked at him confused, why did he have to come in. She stepped aside and the person walked in. He held a box that he opened and started arranging the flowers inside it on the living room coffee table. Yeh kar kya rahe hai, she thought. Within minutes, the guy finished and left, thanking her. Zoya walked closer to check what was on the table. "I am sorry," the flowers said, neatly arranged. She smiled. They were beautiful! "Aap toh yeh bhi nahi jaante keh aap sorry kyun bol rahe hai. And the sad thing is, I don't know either," she said to herself. Zoya gathered the flowers and carefully made a boquet out of it, and put it in the vase on the dining table. He waited for her to call him, send him a message...to react to his gift, but nothing occurred. Asad patiently waited but soon, he gave up! He decided to head home. Asad opened the room door, "Zo...," his tongue halted seeing his wife. There she lay...all cuddled up in bed, in deep slumber. Asad walked forward and bend down on his knee. This was his favorite sight of hers. The quiet, calm angelic sight of Mrs. Zoya Ahmed Khan was worth watching. He smiled to himself as his fingers trailed at the side of face to take the strand of hair and tuck it in its place.
Zoya could feel her heart palpate. She didn't know why but she knew he was close to her. She jerked up, surprising Asad. They both looked at each other, in silence. "Aap waapas aagaye?" she asked. "Woh...actually tum...woh, I was done with work," he lied. "Oh," she replied. Zoya didn't know when she had fallen asleep lost in her thoughts. She decided that she would go freshen up. As she started to walk towards the bathroom, "Did you like the flowers?" he asked. Zoya stopped and turned to face him. Asad regretted the words as soon as they left his lips but he had to. He wanted to know if she liked them, and he was done waiting. "Yeah, they were nice. Thank you!" she replied casually. "What? What do you mean you liked it?" he said, getting upset. "You didn't want me to like them?" Zoya questioned. "Nahi! I mean, maine tumse kuch bola tha," he reminded. "Yeah, I know," she said and left. Asad stood there with his jaw dropping to the ground. Was he just blown off by his wife? Wait...this is the one time someone has so directly ignored him like this. "Well, there is a first time for everything," his heart cheered. "Shut up!" his brain scolded. "Well, flowers failed...toh aabh kya karoon?" he started to think of other ideas to express regret for what he did. That night, Dilshad and Asad were at the dining table and Zoya was serving them. "Tum bhi aajao beta," Dilshad told her. "Nahi Ammi, mujhe bhook nahi hai," she stated. "Aree, kyun? Tumari tabeyat toh theek haina?" Dilshad said, worried. "Ha Ammi, bas maan nahi hai," Zoya told her, putting a fake smile on her face. Just then the bell rang and Asad excused himself. "Zoya, tumare aur Asad keh beech kuch hua hai kya? Bolo mujhe," Dilshad encouraged. "Saach Ammi, main theek hoon. Agar thodi dher baad bhook lagegi toh main kuch khalongi. Aap khayiye na, khana thanda horaha hai," Zoya said. "Pakaa na?" Dilshad repeated and Zoya nodded positively. As turned to go to the kitchen, she found her way blocked. Zoya looked up to see her husband in front of her. "Tume khana nahi khana hai, but yeh toh khalo," he requested. Zoya took the box from him and opened it. Inside was her favorite pastries with a sorry written on top. She looked up to see genuine guilt in his eyes. "Asad, you are fine...just let this go. Mujhe saach mein bhook nahi hai," Zoya whispered, only for him to hear. She then turned to Dilshad, "main abhi aayi Ammi," she said and left from there. Asad looked at the box of pastries, that were left untouched on the table. Second try, fail. This is going very well, his head retorted. "Why did Allah miyan give him the world's most complicated wife? Asad thought looking at the way that his wife had just disappeared in.
Hello,
I know I know...been forever since I updated. I dont have any excuses this time 😆 Just the fact that I couldnt think how to shape this chapter. I wrote it, rewrote it then fixed it because I wasnt sure what I wanted. In the end, I gave up and here it is. Hope you guys like it, looking forward to your comments 😊 Edited by asyasahil928 - 9 years ago
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