Asya SS ~ Maanlo sitaaron ki bhool hai ~ - Page 3

Originally posted by: AsadZoyaILU

does asad know she takes sleeping pills cant wait for him to find out. please update soon

I think i maybe wasnt clear enough. What i wanted to say was that she doesnt take them... yet. But she was getting to the point. You knw happy zo who was really the saddest of them all. hope that clears it up ! Will try to update soon

Originally posted by: Vintage_flow

Thank you my love! I have always felt if our zoya existed irl, she would have had all her claws out lol. This was supposed to be a two shot (let's laugh together ) so I think i'll wrap it up in next chapter. Have another story in mind i kinda want to write more on. But hopefully you like the next update <3

Oh ok! Will be waiting❤️

Originally posted by: AsadZoyaILU

update today plz

Hey! Im having a really busy week but I’ll try my best!

Final Chapter

Stars Mismatched…love’s an abstract art

Zoya sat in the middle of the wooden bench looking at the evening sky. It was starting to rain slowly. She felt the light drizzle on her face and sighed. It was almost time to go home. She was past his curfew already. But…home? Was it really?

There were always fights, but the worst ones were when he made her feel estranged.

An outsider.

The way he yelled at her not caring who heard him threw her into hard times, painful memories.

She’d kept it close to her heart. She was nothing but eight when it had happened. It was carnival day, she walked hand in hand with her Aapi until she didn’t. The crowd pushed her around and Zoya felt herself colliding into people like they were walls. She yelled – for her Aapi, her Ammi – but no one listened, no one showed.

Scared she sat herself down on a bench nearby– a small rustic wooden bench with an oak tree shadowing– like the one she sat on presently. Slow rain trickled down then too, she’d tried to stop crying and fall asleep pretending it was all a bad dream.

My brave girl, her Aapi’s words vibrated in her mind. The officers found her an hour later shivering in the rain, sobbing uncontrollably.

Zoya smiled ruefully. The only difference? Her heart was doing the sobbing silent this time.

That memory soothed her for she was found; but it was almost always throbbing like a pulse ticking under a bruise, that reminded her what she would be if she hadn’t been found.

Lost.

He’d managed to make her feel lost once again.

Unbelonging in his world. In his life. In his house.

Her mistakes – he’d counted on his fingertips. How quickly and easily, was the part that astounded her.

She had a count too you know. Ready on her fingertips. Every terrible word, his routine impertinence. Maybe she could lose all her shame and throw them at his face next time he decided to enlighten everyone of how incapable she was.

As if on cue, her phone lightened up in the dark. Mr. Khan – it said on the screen.

‘It is 7:30 Miss Faaroqui. Don’t be childish. Ammi is starting to worry. Or at least pick up the phone.’

Only Ammi? But she ended up texting her phuphi instead ‘On my way. Be there in 10’ it read.

It was a timed choreographed dance of destruction, she realised as she opened the door to the house. Suddenly, it felt colder.

His anger was going to turn her love into ashes one day.

***

Peace and quiet obtained in the last hours left her body when she opened the shiny blue box on her bed. She was excited for a split second until she found herself a…

…a pink saree and a flattering note.

She repeated it in her head, trying to make it sound sane.

A. Pink. Saree. And. A. Flattering. Note.

A gift?... gift... GIFT... was what he thought would fix this?!

He could surely do better than this. She knew he could. Disappointment and anger flaring up, cool ice melted from her veins. Indifferent mask was starting to slip away. Her façade was starting to slip away.

Fire took its place.

Heartbreak dissolving, rage took its place.

She burst through his door not bothering to knock or stop. He looked at her annoyed but also with a hint of relief.

“Gift? Seriously a gift?” She waved it in front of his face, dropping it on the settee beside him.

“You asked for a saugaat” he mumbled confused.

“A saree is not going to fix your disrespect Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan” her voice ricocheted from the walls of his room.

It took him a minute to answer her.

“I never thought it would” he said sincerely.

She almost laughed. It was psychotic, totally absurd that she believed him.

Don’t look him in the eyes. The key is not to look him in his apologetic truthful eyes. Remember Zoya, it’s not just about the saree, it’s about all the times he’d crossed his limit.

“You know this is your problem. You don’t think twice before pointing fingers and yet when it’s time to apologize, you cannot even do that right.”

Asad felt a little sick the moment she turned away.

Was she so angry that she couldn’t even look at him? He was sorry, sorrier than she realised. He turned her around so she could look at him. The angry and proud girl went hiding in her room as soon as his warm skin touched hers. She had never hated herself more.

Zoya dragged her eyes away from under his.

“Zoya” They came right back “I did not mean to hurt you. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like I did.”

A combustion took place inside her, but her face showed no emotion.

Why was she like this!

“Next time just listen okay” she said in a trance. She needed to put distance between them.

Asad nodded, happy learning there was a next time.

***

“Would you forgive him?”

“Ammi?” He looked at his watch. It was past 11 at night. “Are you okay?”

“Not okay till you answer me. So, will you forgive him?” she asked again.

“Forgive who?” he questioned confused.

“Anyone who raised his voice at your Ammi and Najma like you did with Zoya today” The crease on his forehead cleared, but not before being replaced with anguish.

“She is a good woman. Kind, beautiful, caring, forgiving” She pinned him down with her gaze “Maybe understands relations and their depths even better than you”

Asad stared at the floor guiltily. “Just because she forgave you, doesn’t mean it erases what you did Asad. You would have never acted this way with anyone else in the family and you know it”

“Ammi…I…” Dilshad waited with a raised eyebrow. “She has done some things in the past…”

“Things that only lent a helping hand to people in need. Never once with the intention of poking fun or hurting someone. What you were blaming her for was totally uncalled for. Aur galtian kisse nahi hoti. Tumse bhi toh kal ek hui thi…

…Anger could cost you more than it helps you earn. Sometimes lose things and people that are irreplaceable, invaluable”

Asad stared at his Ammi knowing not what to say. So, he just looked on blankly.

“Don’t make mistakes you can’t fix. You know what you want. I know what you want. Tell her Asad. You need to tell her. Make it right, there’s still time”

His Ammi was right in every way but that only put him on the defensive. “I don’t understand what you’re saying Ammi”

Her jaw clenched. “What I am saying is that if you don’t act quick enough of making the girl you love your wife, you are going to lose her” Asad started “And this time I won’t help you stopping her. I owe her that much.”

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When the door opened, he knew he’d have to face and slay all his demons if there was any room for sincerity between them.

He was sure he wanted her. He’d been for a long time.

Although, the part where they were totally wrong for each other and could end up making each other miserable was not quite settled yet.

Still, he found himself outside her door knocking on it.

“Can I come in?”

She stared flummoxed “It’s 3.30 in the morning, Mr. Khan” Hair tousled, her voice was groggy. Asad had to remind himself to concentrate. She was sensual in more ways she knew.

“I couldn’t sleep. And by the looks of it, you as well” Zoya pressed her lips together displeased he’d caught on that.

She blocked his way abruptly when he attempted to step inside. His eyebrows knit together.

“Miss Faaroqui?”

“I…uh…am really tired Mr. Khan. Can this wait till morning?”

Asad didn’t hear her. Nothing in the world could divert him from what he saw. Gaze stuck on her bed, he brought his eyes to hers and asked in a flat voice “You’re leaving?”

Busted. Fear smashed between the words that came out of her mouth next, Zoya took a deep breath before answering. “I have to…someday. Jitney sapne aur dikhayenge, tootne ka utna hi dard hoga”

Asad stood still – so still, you’d think he was a statue. There wasn’t much difference. He looked as white and as striking as a fine greek sculpture carved out of smooth marble.

It was the eyes that stood out. Nothing about them was statuesque. They were alive with…fear, with pain.

Shock still moving through him, he managed to spit out some coherent words “Ammi is sick Ms. Faaroqui, you can’t just…just…go.”

Zoya had expected this, and she was prepared. In theory. Practically she was screwed.

“Yaha rahungi toh unhe aur bhi takleef hogi. How do you think she is going to feel when she finds out we’ve been faking it? I saw her face yesterday…I … I can’t pretend like I’m giving her all that happiness only to take it away.” Her sentences resounded wild madness in his mind, but nothing came out of his mouth. So, she continued

“Infact, you don’t have to tell her you knew. Just blame it on me. It’ll be easy for you anyway.” He didn’t recoil but his eyes hooded with hurt. “Say I got cold feet or something. That I…”

Her next words and breath were pushed out her throat violently when he grabbed her by arms, pulling her close, faces an inch away.

“You are not going anywhere.”

***

Cool head! Cool head! he chanted repeatedly. Her feet hit the ground roughly as he let her arms go.

He moved past her opening the door fully and silently took her stuff out of the bag and placed it gently on the bed.

She was a little smitten and a little annoyed. Who does he think he is?

“Put my stuff back Mr. Khan. What are you doing?”

He looked at her and simply said “No” Asad didn’t let her see but his hands trembled when she asked “Why?”

“Because Ammi is sick, and I won’t let you do this to her” A lie.

Her livid features turned nervous as she looked at the floor averting his eyes. Few seconds later she confessed “Phuphi isn’t sick.”

His reaction was charged “What?!”

She lifted her eyes to his “She told me today. She only did it so you would say yes.” Zoya paused contemplating if to tell him the rest. His eyes answered for her, so she persisted “Phuphi doesn’t want me to feel forced in any decision I make. She…felt guilty that I had to hide everything from my family. So, she told me the truth.”

“My Ammi doesn’t lie Ms. Faaroqui” He stopped himself in time when he realised what he was doing. He wasn’t trusting her again.

Zoya’s face turned hard “Feel free to call the doctor. He is on it. Or better yet, you can ask phuphi tomorrow. She said she would tell everyone else tomorrow anyway”

Why didn't Ammi say so to him, when she came to his room? Why only Zoya? His gaze fell at her suitcase again. “So, you?” he stammered when he grasped the meaning of it all. “You chose to…”

Zoya lowered her gaze confirming his words.

Asad sucked in a breath to calm his senses but he had no idea when anger settled in his veins. He nodded his head idly, more in understanding to himself than her. “Fine” he said in a tone so clipped, she cringed. “Do as you must” he turned to leave.

She hadn’t even started to gather the heart that lay at her feet when he returned halfway through the hallway “I can’t believe you’re making all those efforts go to waste. I mean Najma and Ammi worked really hard to keep you here”

He stormed off again.

“You say you love her and yet this is what you are doing to her?” His frame was back in her room heated and cross.

The door was left ajar as he walked out.Again.

“And what about all the guests we already invited for tomorrow’s function” He came back. Zoya supposed this could go on for a while so she held his arm when he turned to leave.

“What were you going to say this morning? When Tanveer asked you if you wanted this. Weren’t you making the same decisions?” Her tone was calm. She was anything but. “What would you have said to your precious guests then?”

She let go of his arm but not of her unrest. It was do or die. She was leaving anyway, wasn’t she?

“I have to make the decision for both us here. Since, you can’t make one, least you could do is stop judging mine”

“How can you make a decision for me without asking me first?”

“I did” her voice was infuriated, body surprised with his nerve “Thousands of times Mr. Khan. The time I played you the video, the time at the airport, at the function, on our sagai, two nights ago” She lost it. “I have been asking you for your involvements ever since” Zoya didn’t realize how loud she was yelling but Asad did. He closed the door and stayed there processing her words, his back to her.

“I have been constantly asking you” her voice a whisper, he could hear tears in them. “And you gave me the answer yesterday... So yes, I am making a decision for both of us Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan because I can’t keep hurting people with my unsaid emotions” Her chest heaved but her heart felt light. There she had said it. The ball was in his court.

His mind was everywhere and nowhere. Confrontations he’d avoided for so long, stared him right in the face in a matter of couple hours. Discoveries and realizations had hit him hard too. Her differences were an excuse. The truth was… he was scared, always had been.

Involvement, she had asked. He wanted it on a personal level, more personal than her mind could fathom.

Zoya looked away as he spun to face her. She put one of her jeans in the suitcase absently.

That motion. He didn’t like that motion. And that’s all it took. The pieces clicked together, and his mind was made.

She felt a hand on hers as she made room for another shirt. She looked at him and he looked back. His hold was tighter now, she tried to break free. Eyes warred, neither gave way. She didn’t know what he found when he looked at her. But he must have liked it because he didn’t stop.

When she tried loosening his grip, she was shoved into his chest. Roughly. Closing all space between them, the shirt was forcibly taken from her fingertips and thrown carelessly on the bed.

For a split second, Zoya couldn’t help but wonder if his OCD ticked.

“I am a boring guy” he began “with same routines, same challenges, same…past. I haven’t been able to express it right and when I try to, I do it all wrong. So read my silence Zoya, cause I know you can. And once you do, you’ll know my truth, my decisions, my involvements”

She was speechless. Literally and emotionally.

He continued, “Perception. I figured out today it’s something I have needed for a long time in my life. When you brought it with you, it wasn’t easy, and I know it’s not going to be. Actually, it just might be downright catastrophic.” She let out a cheerful whimper. “But I still want you to pick me”

He looked at her bag and passport “Pick me Zoya”

She didn’t ask for his permission. She didn’t need it. Hair tangled in her fingers; she lifted her feet to kiss him.

The past months were a slow burn all leading up to the magnificent moment. She noticed he didn’t care about slow or introductory. His mouth was a little wild on hers, little impatient, he smelled of fear and relief.

Zoya had no idea how the same mouth had ever lectured her about any tehzeeb. What the hell was she thinking? She was getting married. For real. She couldn’t wait to tell her phuphi! and Aapi! minus the kiss of course.

Insane, he thought. Insane, how he’d merely come to check on her since the light of her room was on. She was still upset; he knew but they had needed a plan for tomorrow.

Soon all forgotten, the packed bag had sent him into cardiac arrest. His Ammi was right. It was now or never. He didn’t want to think what would have happened if he hadn’t been awake, if he hadn’t checked on her. What would’ve happened if he hadn’t found her but just a crusty note in her place.

His hold on her tightened, kiss deepened.

He was his Ammi’s son. There would be bumps and hurricanes, but they would make it… together.

They always did.

The end

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Here’s the poem I wrote that's in the titles,

“How do you wake up… when you’re not asleep?

Hearts in love … are wildly naïve.

What is stronger… than a fragile heart?

Stars mismatched… love’s an abstract art.”

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I wanted dilshad to stand up more for Zoya when Asad didn't. Ask her for opinions, give her more options. And Asad to realise he needs to trust her without any more drama. Anyhow,

Thanks for your patience and love ❤️ Hope you liked it. Be back with something new soon!

Happy reading till then :)

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Hi! thanks for the pm :) This ending was amazing! I really liked how you went about with Asad's apology and the whole back and forth! I also really liked that Dilshad stood up for Zoya, that was a nice touch. And everything about the last part in Zoya's room was just wonderful.

All in all, thank you for writing such a beautiful story. I hope that you continue to write more because I really enjoy reading your work!❤️

Originally posted by: bindasss

Hi! thanks for the pm :) This ending was amazing! I really liked how you went about with Asad's apology and the whole back and forth! I also really liked that Dilshad stood up for Zoya, that was a nice touch. And everything about the last part in Zoya's room was just wonderful.

All in all, thank you for writing such a beautiful story. I hope that you continue to write more because I really enjoy reading your work!❤️

Thank you love ❤️ Its so rewarding to hear that as someone who writes!! Thanks for your lovely comments.
Will see you with a new story soon 😘😘

Hey there!

Just read all the parts in the go!

Had been really busy last two weeks so didn't get a chance to comment on this beautiful piece of work!

This may sound repetitive but I truly love how your words portray the inner turmoil of Asad and Zoya so well! The emotions flow freely in your words, it feels like I can see everything happening in front of me! Keep it coming, because it really makes me want to read more and more from you!

Coming to the story, I loved the emotional quotient throughout! Both of them were caught up in the battle of heart vs mind, and I loved how you portrayed their restlessness of wanting to know what the other feels. ( Probably it was Zoya who wanted to know it really badly, because well, Asad is slow and stubborn -_-)

I always craved a long, sincere apology from Asad. True Asad loved her, but that didn't give him the liberty to disrespect her and always doubt her intentions, her upbringing or at times even her character. I loved to see their love, but a part of me always felt bad for Zoya since she never got an apology she deserved. Thanks for writing this one!

Asad is a man of few words, so while I didn't expect him to spell out every emotion in his heart, it would have been endearing to see him pour out his heart through a sincere apology! Zoya deserved that, but that's just how Zoya is ...Always forgiving! She always understands him and his unsaid words!

I loved the ending too! It's just so Asad! He's always holding on to the last thread of self-control and needs a strong trigger to stop her from leaving him. Despite having a life-threatening awakening, during the Mangalpur faisco. But my heart goes out to him when I see his fears come to light. He wants to protect her, shield her from every pain he has gone through and always thinks he cannot be good enough for her.

It's times like these where I realize that he in fact respects and values her the most even when his words betray those feelings most of the time. And just like Zoya, my heart goes out to him:(

Loved it Anu! Please do write more! It's a treat to read your stories because you preserve the essence of the characters and yet give us what we would have liked to see !

P.S. Now that the new season is out, I would like to read something on that too if you are willing to write :)

Love,

Shreya

That was a beautiful ending! You know I was just watching these scenes and you literally ended it perfectly! ❤️🙌

My heart is so full after reading this..! I too wanted dilshaad to step up for Zoya and give Asad all the sense he needed! The way he treated her at times was so infuriating!

But loved this soo much! Thank you for this❤️ This heals the asya fan in me!🙈 And thank you for the pm❤️

Hoping to read more from you💖 Also, the poem was beautiful too✨❤️

Loved this ending! Asya really are a hurricane in human form! But I loved Dilshad in this story and how Zoya spoke out too!

Asya in the end were so perfect and cute with their kiss to seal the deal ❤️

Originally posted by: bindasss

Hi! thanks for the pm :) This ending was amazing! I really liked how you went about with Asad's apology and the whole back and forth! I also really liked that Dilshad stood up for Zoya, that was a nice touch. And everything about the last part in Zoya's room was just wonderful.

All in all, thank you for writing such a beautiful story. I hope that you continue to write more because I really enjoy reading your work!❤️

Thank you thank you. I will never get tired reading such wonderful comments. They tend to brighten my day. really. Can't wait to sit down and write more asya ❤️