FF: Ishaqzaade|AsYa|Prologue, Page2 - Page 2

Prologue

"Zoya!" He screamed his heart out, yearning for her. Time was closing in on them; they had limited chance. "Zoya, please!" He cried out.

A loud noise was heard as a bullet merely missed him, incapacitating the brick wall. He shuddered, quickly jumping out of the way just as the next bullet nearly pierced his skin. His heart began to thump harder and harder at the thought of her just lying there, eyes closed, body bleached in blood. He shook his head, trying to shake the haunting image out as he cried out. "Zoya! Where are you?"

He thought the worst of it.

After all, he was surrounded by men that wanted to kill him. And she, Zoya was no where in sight. Another bullet went off, sinking into the wall. He jumped away, trying to hide himself amidst the mess made. He hadn't wished for this. It wasn't something that he wanted to wish upon himself. He was just a love struck man stuck between two warring families, and…it was partly his fault. If only he wasn't so focused on taking revenge, then none of this would ever have happened. He wouldn't have tried to kill Zoya, nor even fall in love with her. His heart ached at the thought of staying away from her. He just couldn't do it. Not when his father commanded him to, nor when her Uncle threatened him.

Love just happened.

"Asad…" He heard a soft voice coming from the other side. He knew that voice. It was her. Without any second thought, he hid himself behind the shadows, and ran towards her. More and more bullets were being fired, all at once. And for the first time, the angry, cold hearted Asad was actually petrified.

"Zoya…" He whispered, taking her into his arms. The first thing he noticed was her eyes: tired and red. Red from the crying she had done the previous night and the tiredness from the lack of proper sleep. He held her, both listening as the men outside starting to shout for their deaths. Time was running out, pretty soon they would not be able to escape. Although both Asad and Zoya did not want to accept it, they knew deep inside that they die here and now.

She pulled away slightly from his arms, and looked into his brown eyes. She tried to smile but she couldn't do it. Not when death was just around the corner. "This is it, isn't it Mr Khan?" He smiled at her nickname for him as he creased his forehead and shook his head.

"Zoya, don't say that! Look, we'll be fine. We'll get out of here and go far, far away. No one would be able to find us! We'll buy a house, I'll get a job and we'll have many, many children." He rambled on in fear, wanting to hold onto every piece of hope that they will be free.

She laughed lightly, even in this godforsaken situation; Zoya was still trying to bring happiness. He closed his eyes, trying to stop his tears. It was one of the reasons why he had fallen in love with her in the first place.

Their damned love.

"There is no point." She spoke, trying not to let the tears win. "They will kill us…"

He hesitated. "I won't let them."

She smiled, and held his cheek, kissing it slightly. "How much do you love me?" He looked at her, confused. She knew exactly how much he loved her, more than his whole life.

"Do I seriously need to answer that?" He spoke, making her smile slightly. He still had his charm, she thought. She shook his head and got out her pistol, which her Uncle had given her.

"Take this and kill that Kaminey Asad." Siddiqui's voice rang in her ears. She had never had the chance to use it before, well not until now. She smirked. Finally, you get what you wanted Mamu, She thought to herself.

Asad looked at her in apprehension as she took his pistol from his hand and placed it near her heart. "Zoya, what are you doing?" She didn't speak as she placed her pistol on his heart.

"Asad, we'll never get away. They'll kill us." She struggled to keep composure. "I want to die in your hands."

He shook his head. "Zoya! I can never kill you!"

"But they will…" She sniffed. "And believe me, I want to die in the hands of love, not hatred."

He looked at her face and abruptly kissed her. When had his Zoya become so brave? She was always the happy-go-lucky girl, not this girl whose mouth spoke of death. He looked into her eyes and saw how serious she was. She was never serious, before. He closed his eyes and nodded. "Me too." He whispered. He dipped his head back, his breathing becoming heavy and pulled the trigger.

She gasped as the pain hit her hard, piercing through her skin. She tried not to cry, as she arched her back and pulled her own trigger. She heard a gasp coming from Asad as she closed her eyes. "Asad, tell me about the life we would have had…" She whispered.

Tears fell from his eyes as he whispered. "We would have a big house," He sniffed as he pulled the trigger, hitting her again. "We-We would have good jobs…" She pulled the trigger, as he hissed. "And, And…We would have so many children…So many children." He pulled the trigger one last time, trying to muster his strength.

"I love you Asad." She spoke her last words as he fell in to her.

She pulled the trigger, as she heard his words whispered into her ear. "I love you too, Zoya."

And then, their life slowly entered the darkness. Their damned love had won after all. Zoya and Asad were Ishaqzaades. Rebel lovers.

And as the men: both Rashid's men and Siddiqui's men joined forces to glance at the dead bodies of the two lovers, they nodded and shook each other's hand. So much had happened in the past few years, and this was the final time their paths were going to overlap. To feed their egos, two people had to die, they thought they won?

They could think again.

Originally posted by: _Oishi_

OMG...Its so sad 😭

So u gonna show all the story in flashback?