#2 AsYa FF: 'Mohabbat Zindagi Hai.' *Ch#19 Coming Soon* - Page 27

Life... The four alphabets themselves might not know what they mean. Life... It is the culmination of Pain, Happiness, Sadness and Love. But sometimes it is nothing, neither you are happy nor sad. You are just satisfied with a little disturbance. But there is another zone in life also. A zone where you are surrounded by pain but can't express and there is a little light... LIGHT OF HOPE. Asad's life was in the first zone only. Neither was he too much happy nor he was sad he was satisfied with a little disturbance. It has been a week since that intruder incident and he is finding every possible way to talk with Zoya. But it seemed like Zoya had some other plans for Asad. For Zoya her life was in the pain zone with a dim light of hope. According to Asad Zoya was trying to stay away from him but for Zoya it was nothing like that. She was busy dealing with the mess created due to her PAST. Her wounds were healed as Asad promised he took care of her in every possible way. There was just a little disturbance in her shoulder otherwise she was given a go ahead by the doctor.

It was Saturday evening; time to go to the wedding reception/ Walima. For everyone it was a miracle when Zoya came and announced that she will join them. Asad entered his room when he noticed Razia setting his room which was messed by Ayaan earlier. "B. Ammi I can do it myself. You don't need to do it. Go and rest." Asad exclaimed taking the bed sheet from her hand. "Asad I am not as old you think I am. I can do it. And before you argue more let me tell you that Rashid was calling you for some official work. He wants you to sign some documents." Razia replied not giving Asad a chance to speak. "I have signed the documents already." Asad replied taking his place on the couch with his laptop to complete some of the pending work. Razia hummed in response and began to complete her work whereas Asad did the vice versa.

"Asad..." Razia called out after sometime to which Asad hummed in reply. "How did you manage to convince Zoya? I mean that wasn't her own decision and I know that. She is a tough nut to crack." As soon Razia took Zoya's name Asad left his work and chuckled taking Razia all surprised. "She is not that tough to be cracked." Asad exclaimed winking at her. "Asad are you trying to flirt with her?? I don't think I need to tell you that she will break your bones if that is the case." Razia warned noticing Asad's facial expression changing. "B. Ammi there is nothing like that. It is just that I somehow convinced her. I myself don't know how." Asad explained while getting back to his work. Before Razia could reply they were interrupted by the servant. "Mam there is a call for you." Razia left after putting the last couple of books in the shelf. As soon Razia left Asad took a sigh of relief. "Gosh!! Lying to her is so difficult." Asad mumbled under her breath. Of course he can't tell her how Zoya agreed on coming else she would have freaked out.

(A/N: Ladies and Gentle Men officially introducing Helen portrayed by Charlie Chauhan. She has an important role in Zoya's life so don't forget her or take her for guaranteed.)

"I think we should meet today. Done than at 2 o'clock in XYZ mall. See you there." Zoya ended her call when Helen entered the room with a smile. "Hey baby girl. What's up?" Helen chirped as soon she entered. "The ceiling." Zoya replied sarcastically making Helen roll her eyes. "You are going somewhere??" Helen asked recalling what she heard when she entered the room. "Yeah... I am going to the mall. Do you want to join??" Zoya proposed with a slight smile. Helen observing Zoya's slight smile raised her eyebrow saying "Is it THAT important work?" Zoya chuckled while nodding. "Then of course I will join you. It has been so long since we met last time. And secondly I am your SECRETARY + BODYGUARD." Helen ended with a slight joking tone. "Of course you are my Secretary and Bodyguard. That is why I am calling you HELEN otherwise ... You know what I mean don't you?" Zoya replied in the same tone while tilting her face towards the left making Helen understand what she meant. Helen chuckled while Zoya also smiled slightly shaking her hand and got back to her phone.

"But what will you say to aunty? Will we lie?" Helen asked after settling down on the couch in her room. "You know very well that I don't lie. So we will tell her the truth." Zoya replied engrossed in her phone making Helen jump up in shock. "Have you gone nuts???" Helen yelled with eyes ready to jump out of their sockets. "I need a dress for tonight. So we are going to shopping and secondly I need to buy a gift for the bride." Zoya explained what she meant. She knows that she can't tell the truth to her mother neither she can lie. So she opted to tell her one truth though she desperately wanted to tell her the truth. "By the way any news about that intruder? Did he spill the beans?? And secondly you wanted to tell me something that day before I went to drop Humi. So now shoot." Zoya asked putting her phone aside. She was 24/7 thinking about that intruder who has messed up everything again. She wanted to know about the master mind ASAP. "Zoya he is still not able to speak. You literally killed him. Next time don't attack a man on his neck. He could have died." Helen informed recalling the intruder's condition.

If they would have not noticed the opened gate in the backside that day then they wouldn't have known about the intruder. "But he didn't die... And secondly how would I know that he is such a weak person. Not my fault." Zoya replied shrugging her shoulders. "Zoya you attacked on his VAGUS NERVE with a GUN. You knocked his head too. And top of all you poked you fingers in the hollow on his NECK. Anyone will faint even a beast would faint." Helen said as a matter of fact. No doubt that guy was unable to speak after facing so many back to back attacks from Zoya. Zoya chuckled noticing the expression of Helen. She is looking at her as if she has seen a ghost. "Zoya you are impossible." Helen whispered with wide eyes as she saw Zoya chuckling. "I am proud of that." Zoya replied winking at her to which Helen shook her head. "Go and change. It is already 1 p.m. We need to leave." Zoya ordered taking out a dress for herself. "Zoya I think we should also take Huma..." "NO!!" Zoya shouted immediately. "Have you gone nuts?? Or maybe you have gone crazy!! Do you even realize what you are saying??" Zoya yelled with eyes widened. What Helen was saying was impossible at least now. "Zoya I am sorry I just... Sorry!!" With this apology Helen turned to leave when Zoya stopped her. "Ah...Helen I... I am so... I didn't intend to shout at you or hurt you but it is not possible. I can't afford to bring Humi with me in head light. She will be at huge risk. I am sor..." "Zoya it is okay. I understand your care for Humaira. After all I was also once an elder sister." Helen replied with sudden tears emerging in her eyes.

Zoya noticed the tears emerging and side hugged Helen lending her silent support. Soon Helen's silent tears turned never ending tears. Helen turned completely turned in Zoya's arms and hugged her fiercely sobbing profusely. "My one wrong decision and she..." Helen was quieted by Zoya motherly touch on her head. "Shh... Calm down... Relax..." Zoya mumbled caressing her hairs hugging her back. It is said that sometimes silence heals better than words can. After sometime Zoya felt Helen's sobs subsiding and her muscles relaxing. "Now go and change. We have lots to do." Zoya replied breaking the hug and cupping her face. Zoya after passing Helen a glass of water turned back towards her clothes while Helen kept gazing at Zoya's back. "How you are so strong Zoya?" Helen asked all of a sudden after sometime of observing Zoya. "Clay is given immeasurable heat to change it into a strong unbreakable brick. You can consider me the same clay that was given immeasurable heat so that today I changed into the unbreakable strong brick name ZOYA FAROOQI." Her face was calm as the ocean, her eye hollow as hole and her body language confident as a lioness before hunt. She was strong like anything but what everyone failed to get was that bricks also have a soft spot. And if we hit them there they break down beyond repair.

Asad entered the living room to see Dilshad checking the gifts before sending them to the car and Razia helping Humaira handle her dupatta. Ayaan was busy on his phone whereas Najma was with Rashid and Gaffur. Asad looked around the room to see whether Zoya was here or not but no she wasn't. He know that she will come because in this short time one thing he has gotten sure about is that Zoya doesn't goes back on her words. His thought chain was broken by Humaira's accusing statement. "All this is because of you Asad Bhai. Just because of you I have to take this dupatta. Why can't you end this prank now? Now Zoya Appi is fine also then why? Aren't you tired of acting as Hitler??" Humaira complained trying to handle her dupatta which was getting on her nerves. Since she has always been wearing western or kurti's it was hard for her to handle dupatta. Najma chuckled before fixing Humaira's dupatta which Razia was unable to do due to Humaira's constant wailing. "Najma you are my savior. I love you." Humaira commented dramatically before giving Najma a quick hug making everyone chuckle. "You know what Humaira I just love to annoy your Hitler sister that is why I love this prank." Asad replied to her previous accusation before giving out a full-fledged smirk. "You are an evil monster." Humaira commented with an overly dramatic expression. "Tell me something new? I am dying to hear something new." Asad again replied to which before Humaira reply came another voice. "Well how about Mr. Cracked Pot??"

Zoya's & Asad's Dress:

(Credits: Aanchal.)

Everyone turned towards the voice to see Zoya standing there behind Asad with a full on attitude look. She was wearing a sari which covered and represented her womanly curves gracefully. The blue color was complimenting her skin tone. Her black blouse covered with silver thread work enhancing the beauty of her look. She paired the sari up with a pair of silver silhouette heels. Her ears adorned with diamond earrings complimenting her dress. She wore a silver watch with a simple yet striking ring. With her head held high and arms crossed over her chest she completed the look of a successful business woman. She was coming towards the hall when she heard the last sentence of Asad and couldn't resist but to mock him. "Or better Mr. Blackmailer???" Zoya gave another mocking look bringing Asad out of his drooling session. It is the first time he was watching her Indian attire and no doubt that she slayed. "Okay before you reply let me tell you we are getting late. Asad we 4 are leaving in one car. You come with others and Zoya you will come with them only." Dilshad ordered. "Sorry Phuphi but I and Helen will come through another car not with HIM." Zoya immediately replied while emphasizing on HIM. "I am sorry Ms. Farooqi but you have to come with me only you have no other option." Asad replied with a hard glare. Her rebellious attitude sometimes annoys him beyond imagination. "Excuse me?? What do you mean by I don't have any other option? I have in fact you don't have an option other than to accept it." Zoya replied with same tone and hard glare. "Listen you are in this house so follow the rules too. You can't go alone to the venue and besides you also don't have the address." Asad replied imposing a new rule on her annoying her to extent. "You know what Mr. Asad Ahmad Khan kindly give the rule book of this house so that I can burn it into ashes and through those ashes on you. I hope that will make you clear that I AM NOT GOING TO FOLLOW ANY OF YOUR BULLSH*T RULES." Zoya replied with clear irritation in her voice. Razia glared at Asad from Zoya's back asking him to stop it but as if Asad was now out of control. "You are not given any option. You are living in this ho..." "I AM GOING TO LEAVE THIS HOUSE SOON. So please suck your rules up." Zoya said coldly shocking everyone especially the elders. "Come Helen let's go." With that Zoya left leaving behind a shocked and hurt family.

"Asad call Nikhat and ask her to call me before sleeps. And drive the car yourself don't even give the car to Ayaan even for a second." Dilshad ordered Asad before leaving the house with other elders. Nikhat had to skip the wedding due to her upcoming exams. In front of Zoya Asad gave Nikhat a tough time to make him agree to allow her to stay at her friend's house for night. "Bhai I will get the car out." Ayaan informed before picking the keys up. "No you won't. Didn't you hear what Ammi said?? Humaira go get the car out." Asad replied before turning to talk to Nikhat. After ending the call he went outside while Zoya's words rang in his ears. "I AM GOING TO LEAVE THIS HOUSE SOON." Guilt began to rise inside him as he felt like he was the reason Zoya said this. But he was unknown that sometimes you gave someone a cover which he/she can use to cover themselves while uncovering others.

Soft romantic melodies with a refreshing romantic aroma of wedding soothed everyone's heart except for one. There was anxiousness, fear, care and sadness in that heart with belonged to Asad. It has been half an hour since they have arrived but there was no clue of Zoya and Helen. He was again and again looking towards the entrance just to see to confirm that nothing was wrong. "Bhai let's go on the dance floor." Ayaan said before pushing Asad on the dance floor. As soon Asad entered the dance floor he bumped into a fragile petite womanly figure. "I am so sorry..." He immediately apologized to the lady while stepping back from her personal space. He was waited till the lady raised her head and he was left baffled when he saw the same face he was waiting to see from hours.

Zoya and Helen had reached the venue beforehand only and were sitting in a corner watching everyone's face. "I don't know at what cursed moment I said YES to come over here." Zoya mumbled cursing the moment to which Helen chuckled as she could hear it easily. "You weren't asked Zoya you were blackmailed." Helen whispered giggling. Zoya gave her Don't-you-dare-mess-with-me look to which Helen's giggle subsided. Zoya turned her attention back to glass in her hand. She has already seen her family entering here but she preferred to stay distant from them as she was in no mood to answer their questions or face their hurt expressions. She knows what she was doing and it was for their betterment only. She was scanning the hall where the function was going on full swing but what caught her attention was something else. Helen noticed Zoya's stilled gaze and slight smile on her lips. She followed her gaze to find Humaira's smiling face. She was laughing care free of the world and enjoying the company of her friends. Helen smiled before turning back towards Zoya. "She looks pretty. Right...?" Helen commented bringing Zoya out of her thought process. Zoya gave a slight smile before turning towards Helen completely and replying. "Of course... She is pretty as an angel and innocent as a baby."

Helen sat there observing Zoya and her unreadable expressions. She knows that Zoya will sit silently alone rather than talking or mingling with others so she thought to initiate a conversation but she preferred to stay silent. She knows her since Zoya came to US. Zoya used to only communicate with others in case of studies otherwise she would remain isolated and lost. After thousands of attempts from her side Zoya began to at least sit with her during lectures and breaks. She would skip all functions and ceremonies and prefer to stay alone. But she would blow everyone's mind with her outstanding results. For everyone she was like a mysterious person who laughs rarely and talks rarely. She remembers how Zoya use to talk to her before well she stills talks like that but she is better now. The first time she saw Zoya laughing was when she went to her house to return her notes to her. There she met Sehar, Rehan and completely opposite Zoya. The Zoya who knew how to laugh, smile and mingle.

Since Zoya never mingled with anyone other than her so no one came to her place ever other than her. From that day she began to observe Zoya more keenly and still she in unable to understand this girl. After her sister's death she saw the new side of Zoya towards her. Zoya began to care for her and stay around her in every situation. Zoya would help her in studies, make her smile with her different antics and love her. She became so reliable on Zoya that in every problem and happiness she would wait for Zoya to come to her and help her support her. But she never opened up to her in any case neither in case of happiness nor pain. She was smiling thinking about their memories when she heard Zoya's mocking tone. "I heard that people smile when they are day dreaming but never saw it. Today I saw in real, all thanks to you." Helen chuckled at her before sipping her soft drink. "By the way do you know the bride or groom?? I mean Razia aunty said that they are Asad's batch mates since school. So do you know them?" Helen asked when she saw the groom with his friends which included Asad. "Yeah... Amal and Aman I met them in 7^th standard but Asad knows them since 10^th." Zoya informed leaving Helen bewildered. "What the hell..." Helen cursed as soon Zoya ended. Zoya looked at Helen with a raised brow asking about the matter. "This is bull sh*t. Means he remembers his mates from 10^th standard but not his buddy from childhood?? Like seriously??" Helen gave out an exasperated expression to which Zoya reacted totally opposite than she expected. Zoya didn't give out any expression in fact she leaned back more on her seat confusing Helen again. "What??" Zoya questioned as she noticed Helen gaping at her like she is a creature from another planet.

Helen on the other was shocked how Zoya was so calm after such a big revela...Wait a second it was a revelation for her not for Zoya. Maybe she knows nothing as Zoya didn't talked about Asad's memory loss at all not even with Rehan with whom she is the closest. "Spill the beans Zoya. Now!!" Helen ordered with a curious look and as she expected Zoya gave a short laughter. "You have started to understand me Helen. Haven't you?" Zoya commented instead with a playful smile playing on her lips. "At least I know you that much that I can identify this smile. You are up to something or you have already done something?? Tell me." Helen began to freak out as she knows Zoya and her smiles now. And that smile was nothing but a notification that Zoya Farooqi is up to something. "Relax nothing just enjoy the game Helen. Nothing to freak out..." Zoya replied playing with the glass while a ghostly smirk played on her lips. Helen however could do nothing but to freak inside only. "I think that guy has some sort of business with you. You should go." Zoya commented indicating towards a man standing at distance. Helen noticed the guy ogling at them and chuckled. "Let's have some fun." Helen commented before winking at Zoya and going to that guy. "But before that tell me will you return tonight or..." Zoya trailed off as Helen's wink gave the answer. Zoya chuckled shaking her head knowing what is coming up next.

After sometime Zoya noticed Razia from a distance and observed her worried expression. She took a deep breath knowing it was because of her as she didn't show up according to them. With an intention of easing her mother's tension she stood to go up towards her as she knew that the more she will delay the more her mother will freak out. She was passing through the dance when she was felt a push but she stabled herself before she would fall on the straight on her butt. Her hairs made a curtain around her covering her face protecting her that intruders eyes. "I am so sorry..." The apology immediately came from the other side making her groan. But it wasn't the apology that made her groan it was the voice of that person. She just didn't want to see him now at least not at least for 2-3 hours.

Asad apologized to the lady only to notice her blue sari and only one image flashed in front of his eyes, ZOYA. "It's okay!" He heard the voice confirming his doubt to be true. He saw Zoya removing her hairs locks from her face and give him a glance before she moved by his side ignoring him like he is a stranger. He stood there not knowing what he should do. "I AM GOING TO LEAVE THIS HOUSE SOON." Again her words rang into his ears like a curse. He wasn't in love with her but it was more, something deep he felt. Whenever he looks into her eyes he feels that she knows him in and out but when he looks into her eyes he sees nothing. Like she is blank book with nothing written over it. The only emotion he saw in her eyes is anger that too only one time. It is not like she is some sort of sadistic person, No not at all. He has seen her laughing but selectively that too with his siblings only. Other than that she is stiff like a robot mostly staying in her room. He sighed deciding to apologize as it was his fault because of which she decided to leave. No doubt that he annoyed the hell out of her in the past week by implementing different rules. He turned to his left following Zoya as he made the decision of telling her the truth.

Razia felt a tap on her shoulder while she was constantly dialing Zoya's number. She turned towards Zoya pulling her phone down instantly. "Where were you? And where is your phone?" Razia asked exasperatedly clearly annoyed. Zoya chuckled receiving the same reaction as she expected. Her mother freaks out so easily and quickly. "I was there and my phone is in the car." Zoya replied pointing out at the place she was previously sitting. She had left her phone in the car intentionally as she was in no mood to answer the worried calls from home. "Zoya what you said in home is no..." "Ammi we will talk about it later. Not now please." Zoya interrupted Razia before she could talk about decision with her. The only reason she was not ready to come in front of them. "Okay but we will have a proper table talk once I we go back home." Razia agreed but not before giving a warning look. "Okay..." Zoya shrugged her shoulders simply replying focusing her attention back towards the function. "BTW you are looking nice Ammi." Zoya complimented looking here and there. She knows how to divert the attention of her worried sick mother. Razia gave a slight smile before caressing Zoya's head. "You are looking just like Zainab." Zoya's smile vanished immediately and her body language became stiff again. She nodded bowing her head down accepting the compliment with a forced smile. "Enjoy the function I will be back." Zoya excused herself and ran into a secluded area of hall.

"What are you doing here?" Asad asked from behind as he saw Zoya leaning against a pillar with her back towards him. He had left the mother daughter as he felt like he shouldn't disturb them but when he came back again Zoya was missing again. Asad began to move towards Zoya steadily not knowing that his each step is like a dagger to one's heart. "I want to talk to you about something Ms. Farooqi." Asad said as soon he came in front of Zoya. He wanted to clear out the things a.s.a.p. "I know what you want to talk about. But trust me I am not at all in a mood to talk about it." Zoya replied looking directly into his eyes stirring something in his heart. Asad looked at her surprised as he thought that she is unaware of his prank thing. "How do you know?" Asad voiced out his confusion. "I am not that dumb as much you think I am." Zoya sarcastically replied with her head thrown back on the pillar and her eyes closed. "Okay...since you know..." Asad began to fumble as he had to accept the truth. "Mr. Blackmailer I think you are not deaf? I clearly said that I am not at all in a mood. I know that you are here to tell me a new annoying rule of yours. Kindly text it to me I will read it when I will be in a mood." Zoya said this and Asad's mouth got open in shock. Here he thought that his truth is out before he could have told. He felt like laughing on himself but he cannot as he felt like crying too. It would have been so easy for him if Zoya would have known. He was about to go when he turned back towards her. "Don't call me blackmailer in front of others else they will get to know about my blackmailing thing. I know I blackmailed you..." "No you didn't." Zoya whispered loud enough for Asad to hear.

Before Asad could questions back Zoya moved away from that place. "What does that mean now?" Asad mumbled pondering as still far he remembered he had to blackmail Zoya to make her agree to come for this wedding. "No you didn't." A frown appeared on his face as he was unable to decipher the meaning of her words. "It means that no one can blackmail Zoya until she allows one to blackmail." He heard a voice and no doubt that he knew who it was. He turned as saw Helen standing there with arms folded. Of course it was her only who can translate Zoya for him. "Means I didn't blackmailed her but she let me blackmail her. But why?" He raised another questions. "Go and ask Zoya yourself. I don't know." Helen replied as if a matter of fact. "Oh come on. You know her better than anyone." Asad noticed Helen shaking her head. "Nah!! You are wrong again. I don't know her. Everyone knows about her what she want everyone to know. Actually no one knows her other than one person." Asad noticed Helen looking at him with something different in her eyes. He felt weird under her gaze but her gaze also pushed him to ask about the unknown person. "Who is that person?" "You, Yourself." Helen replied recalling how Zoya's eyes shine when she talks about their friendship and their bond. She knows whether Zoya says or not but she is hurt deeply hurt after knowing about Asad's memory loss. Who wouldn't be actually? "What?? How come I know her?? I met her for the first time you see." Asad apprehended unable to understand her. Helen immediately came out of her thought process and diverted her gaze realizing that she was about to blurt the whole truth. "I meant you, yourself will get to know." Helen explained before leaving from there immediately as her work was done. Helen left but her words sink into Asad's mind finding their way to his memories.

"You are late." Zoya alleged as soon Helen stood next to her. She was waiting for her since the time she left Asad. "I was just dealing with your dumb buddy." Helen informed. "Don't call him dumb. It is not his fault that he is kept in darkness." Zoya replied with her eyes getting soft. Helen noticed the change in her and posture and voice while she talked about Asad. "OK Mam as you order." Helen replied saluting her making Zoya chuckle. "BTW quite fast round with that guy huh! I am impressed. I mean just 45 mins. How so fast and rapid?" Zoya teased sipping another drink of her. Helen gave out a hard laugh before saying "You are the pro yourself, Zoya. You don't need the answer." Zoya dramatically raised her head high indicating that she is proud of herself. "BTW didn't move out to higher level was on second level only." Helen further clarified. After that they both were pulled by Humaira and Najma who busied them with random talks and gossips. Asad on the other hand joined the elders as he didn't want to invade girl's privacy by going to them. The family went to the stage to present their gifts to the couple while the elder showered them with their blessings. "I will only wish you both one thing, always be together through thick or thin. And never let any other person come in between you both." Zoya wished the couple but gave a cold glance at Razia and Gaffur in the end which didn't went unnoticed by Asad and Helen. Helen sighed while Asad frowned slightly. Now it was usual for him to see the tiffs in between Gaffur and Zoya. "Thanks Zoe...I mean Zoya." Amal thanked while hugging her. She immediately changed the name as she noticed Asad's presence and due to the loud music and his distance he was unable to hear the reality behind which he is running in his dreams. Zoya gave a tight lip smile after hearing the name she is dying to hear from the one who gave her this name.

"Asad this is my wedding. And I hope you remember your promise." Aman said out loud when he was alone with the Khan youngsters. Everyone looked at Asad asking through their gazes about the promise, everyone except Zoya who was finding her dress more interesting than Asad's reply. "I do remember. But I am single right now so not possible." Asad replied turning his back towards his promise. Aman gave a thoughtful expression before turning towards Amal who gave a knowing look. "You can pick out someone from here." Amal proposed looking around at different girls. Asad gave her Are-you-serious look and said, "Definitely I can't dance out with a stranger." "How about dancing with ...Zoya...? I mean she is not a stranger neither she is unknown to you. So..." Aman wisely voiced out his idea immediately making Helen chokes her juice. "I am so sorry but mam doesn't dances." Helen protested on the behalf of a calm Zoya who was just standing like an idol. "I can make her dance if she agrees. Will you Ms. Farooqi?" Asad anticipated the first move by forwarding his hand. Zoya looked at his hand then at his face with a blank expression. She nodded in no politely to which Amal groaned. "Zoya please, it is my wedding. And trust me Asad won't let you fall. Please..." Amal made her best puppy face to melt Zoya. "Emotional blackmailers..." Zoya mumbled under her breath before sliding her hand in Asad's awaiting hands. Asad looked at her deeply trying to see the same nervous expression he saw in bedroom when he went close to her. But this time he saw nothing on her face in fact she was wholly blank. With his eyes stick to her face and her hand in his hand he went towards to the dance floor with her besides him. She was calm as an ocean and he was howling like fire due to the webs of confusion inside him.

"LIE!! Big white lie..." Amal howled as soon Asad and Zoya went far enough from them. "What...?" Ayaan spoke for the first time in the conversation. He along with Humaira and Najma were silent spectators to the whole dance conversation and they have seen Aman and Amal previously talking in signals. "This mam doesn't know how to dance statement. It is a big white lie." "I never knew that lies have colors too." Humaira whispered to Najma keeping a straight face. Najma slightly slapped her own her arm giving her a slight glare. "No it is not a lie." Helen defended with a clear tone. She has never seen Zoya dancing or Zoya talking about dancing. In fact when she once asked her she had replied, "Dancing is not my thing, anymore." She clearly remembers her reply. "Ms. Helen FYI Zoya used to be the president of music and dance society when we were in school." Amal revealed another shocking fact about Zoya which probably only Ayaan and Aman knew other than Amal. Helen gaped at them with open mouth shocked with the revelation. She thought that Zoya has stopped giving her shocks but not she is beyond her imagination. She recalled Zoya's statement, "Always expect the unexpected from me." "Hey Ms. Secretary close your mouth else mosquito will enter your system and then bzzz..." Ayaan joked ending up acting as a mosquito. Helen closed her embarrassed making everyone chuckle. "I want to see their dance. Let's go." Humaira excitedly told them before holding Najma's hand moving in front. They were followed by the others as they heard the soft melody of music starting.

As soon the melody hit Asad's ear he pulled Zoya against him instantly making her hand land on his broad chest. Zoya gave him a deadly glare before fisting her hands over his chest. "I know that you don't want to dance with me but you have to since Amal has asked for it." Asad whispered slowly looking deep into her blank yet blazing eyes. There is always something in her that attracts him like a prey attracts its predator. Zoya slowly moved her hands towards his shoulder looking everywhere but him. Asad took it as a yes and slowly slid his left hand on her waist pulling her more towards him making Zoya turn her face towards him. "That is more likely." Asad commented with a sly smile playing on his lips. Zoya closed her eyes taking in a deep breath before she raised her head again with patience. Asad held Zoya's free hand as he heard the slight note of real song being played. As soon the note hit Zoya's ear her head shot up and she instantly turned her head towards Amal and Aman who at the speed of light turned their heads in the other direction ignoring Zoya. Helen noticed the changed expression of Zoya and felt something wrong.

(Song Credit: Soumya & Aanchal.)

Dil Ibadat Kar Raha Hai
Dhadkane Meri Sun,
Tujhko Main Kar Loon Hasil Lagi Hai Yahi Dhun.
Zindagi Ki Shakh Se Loon Kuch Haseen Pal Le Chun
Tujhko Main Kar Loo Hasil Lagi Hai Yahi Dhun (x2)

Zoya immediately removed her hands off Asad as they were being burnt by the unknown fire. She took a step back before spinning to leave the dance floor. But the next second she was again against the hard rock chest with her one hand this time wounding around his neck and the other right above his heart. Asad's arm on the other hand settled around her curvy bare waist. Zoya raised her eyes to look into his warm and affectionate eyes totally opposite of her cold and blank eyes. Asad took a small step towards left making Zoya's one leg coming in between his legs. Slowly they began to move into a square with Zoya's head bowed down and Asad trying to catch a look on her face.

Jo Bhi Jitne Pal Jeeyu
Unhe Tere Sang Jeeyu
Jo Bhi Kal Ho Ab Mera Use Tere Sang Jeeyu
Jo Bhi Saanse Main Bharoo Unhe Tere Sang Bharoo
Chahe Jo Ho Rasta Use Tere Sang Chal

Dil Ibadat Kar Raha Hai
Dhadkane Meri Sun
Tujhko Main Kar Loo Hasil Lagi Hai Yahi Dhun

She twirled outside from his arms with a bright sparkling smile adorning her face. He pulled her back in his arms with her back hitting his chest. They moved rhythmically before she again twirled out but this time to come back straightly. With her finger in his one hand and one hand at the back she swirls around him flaunting her sari. Her ever-lasting smile along with her shining eyes was enough to make him smile. He smiled at her before pulling her back into his arm to move into a square again.

Mujhko De Tu Mit Jaane
Ab Khudse Dil Mil Jaane
Kyu Hai Yeh Itna Fasla...
Lamhe Yeh Phir Naa Aane
Inko Tu Naa De Jaane
Tu Mujh Pe Khudko De Loota...
Tujhe Tujhse Tod Loo Kahi Khudse Jod Loo
Mere Jism O Jaan Mai Aa Teri Khusboo Odh Loo

Zoya twirled out of his hold before they crossed their arms over each other's shoulder with eyes locked. She moved away from him to only get into his arm by his strong yet gentle pull. Zoya didn't closed her eye lids neither did Asad. He held her eyes firmly forcing her to break the contact. He held her hand before it slipped out of his hold resulting Zoya to come swirling in his arms. His arm locked around her neck with their eyes engaged in battling. Asad was trying to open the lock of her eyes whereas Zoya was protecting her shield from being broken. Several thousand of secrets were behind those icy blank eyes which she cannot afford to reveal. Asad nose was touching the tip of Zoya's nose before he let her escape from his arms.

Jo Bhi Saanse Main Bharoo Unhe Tere Sang Bharoo
Chahe Jo Ho Rasta Use Tere Sang Chalu
Dil Ibadat Kar Raha Hai
Dhadkane Meri Sun
Tujhko Main Kar Loo Hasil Lagi Hai Yahi Dhun

He moved back away from her, slowly and steadily inch by inch moving his hand away from her hold. Before he could move away from her she straightaway held his hand moving into his all over again. With her back against him they moved in the rhythm all over again.

Bahoon Main De Bas Jaane
Sine Main De Chup Jaane
Tujh Bin Main Jaaunga Kaha
Tujhse He Hai Mujh Ko Paane Yaado K Woh Nazrane
Ek Jinpe Haq Ho Bas Mera

With her back against him and hands entwined Asad lifted her. Zoya threw her head on his shoulder with eyes closed and knee bent over his knee. Asad stared at her face while she perfectly molded in his arms he brought her down on her feet again. Zoya opened her eyes as she tried to move away from him yet again but this time not to leave.

Teri Yaado Main Rahoo
Tere Khawabo Main Jagoo
Mujhe Doondhe Jab Koi
Teri Aankho Mai Milu

He pulled her back after turning her face towards him. She shut her eyes close as he caressed her face with her index face before raising her face by holding her chin. She opened her to drown deep in the pool of his eyes which captivated her soul and released his soul at the same time.

Jo Bhi Saanse Main Bharoo
Unhe Tere Sang Bharoo
Chahe Joho Rasta Use Tere Sang Chalu
Dil Ibadat Kar Raha Hai
Dhadkane Meri Sun
Tujhko Main Kar Loo Hasil Lagi Hai Yahi Dhun

Zoya molded into his arms before wrapping her arms around his neck again. This time she raised her hand to cup his face taking Asad in surprise. He looked at her with confusion clearly visible his eyes. He removed his one hand from her waist before he went closer to her. She moved her upper body backwards while his grip on her waist tightened. With her arms around his nape and she molded into his arms they visualized their past yet again but only few people were known to it.