I, by no means, believe that whatever Farhat Ishtiaq has written is not perfect, it is. Period. Every character, every emotion, and every dialogue has been penned down beautifully. This is just to kill my own curiosity as to what could possibly be another alternative. Also, I had to do something because I can't wait for Wednesday. Leave your reviews. PLEASE. :D
Chapter 1
Zubia Khalil has seen bad days, she knows what it feels like when you lose the people you love, and she knows how it feels to belong nowhere. But today the pain was different. When her mother died she knew she had to fulfill her dream of becoming a doctor. When her father died she knew she had to prove herself. But today, after losing Asfandyar, listening what she always craved to listen, someone professing their love towards her, she felt empty. It felt like she has no meaning in life anymore.
On the other hand, there was Khajista, a woman who she could associate with her mother. When she took Khajista under her wings, it was her way of making up to her mother. She wanted to bring an ounce of happiness that she could bring in her life, something that she could not do for her mother. But Khajista had met with the same fate as her mother, an angry husband questioning her character and then killing her for the same.
Was she really heartless when she had doubts that maybe Asfandyar would also question her character? She was sure that he was not like her Abbi or Bahadur, but he wasn't any saint either. He only wanted credible and respectable people to work in his hospital, didn't he fire two staff members because they were seen strolling in the garden? After knowing her truth, he would hate her. And after spending so many months with him, she was sure of one thing; she cannot see hatred or bitterness in those eyes, the eyes that look at her with so much love and adoration.
If Asfandyar thought that she could not see the naked pain in his eyes, he couldn't be any more wrong. How could she not? The pain that was a reflection of her own pain? She broke with every harsh word that she uttered. She felt disgusted to have called their love a mere attraction or infatuation. The love that was so pure, the love that does not need too many words contrary to what she had claimed some time ago in his cabin.
She came out of her trance as the door to the OT opened and Dr. Shehroze walked out with Dr. Asfandyar following close behind. As a doctor herself she could clearly read their faces. Khajista was gone, just like her mother. Another man had killed another woman under the disguise of their so-called honor. She felt her knees weaken. She could here Khajista's mother-in-law and Rustom saying something and Dr. Shehroze trying to comfort them as professionally as they could. She could not stand there, walking lifelessly she had no idea where her feet took her, her feet touch a chair and she simply fell on it. She did not know where she was, completely losing any sense of her environment. She felt like the same seventeen-year-old.
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As he came out of the OT, he only searched her face. He could clearly see the change of expression as she realized what had happened and then her face losing color, and finally the lost look. He saw her walk out of there lifelessly. As much as he wanted, he could not just run after her. He had to stand here with Dr. Shehroze as the body was handed over to the family.
As soon as all the necessary actions were done he ran to the common room, he was particular that she would be there. That was where she went when Sharafat baba died. And true to his speculation he saw her sitting there lost like a child who had no idea what tragedy life had played with them. He just stood there and stared at her, feeling things for her that he had never felt for anybody. He wanted to take her in his arms and hide from the cruel world. There was something that she hid, he was sure of it. He knew she was attached to Khajista, but somebody who has seen deaths of their parents could react like that to somebody who she had just met a few months ago.
Suddenly, as if she could sense his presence, she looked at him. The pain in her eyes was like he had never seen before. Something broke in there. With resolute steps, he walked towards her and sat next to her with his arms resting on his knees. He tried to look directly in her eyes. Zubiya tried to stand up and walk away but he held her wrist gently, yet firmly, "We need to talk."
A/N: I am no ace writer so will only continue if you guys would want me to. Please be gentle with your comments. 😛
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