asya OS- a penny for your thoughts!

Zoya felt heart-broken, she ran into her room.

She couldn't stand it anymore, this feeling of constant imposed guilt and humiliation. She loved her phupi a lot and wouldn't even in her dreams imagine doing something to harm her.

How could the gas be switched on? She had checked so many times. And how could Mr. Khan be so judgmental? Like always.

She closed the door and sat on her bed, feeling lost and lonely. She had come to India on a mission, which was not going very well, but in the bargain she had found people she could count on and people who mattered to her. Including Mr. Khan.

After the bus accident the other day, she had felt unwanted. Why?

Because the concern she had seen in his eyes for her was there for another person. It wasn't jealousy, she knew. It was hurt; hurt that one person she truly relied on didn't notice her when she needed him. "But oh well", she thought, "It wasn't like she wasn't used to fending for herself".

But every time she thought she understood Mr. Khan, he disproved her and judged her, was she his vent-out-anger-machine?

And today, was the limit. She didn't mind Tanveer, in fact she thought quite well of her. What she didn't like was the familiarity she had with her 'family'. She felt like an outsider for no reason. She didn't understand why Mr. Khan was nice to Tanveer but rude to her, was she really that bad?

She wiped her tears away and took a deep breath. Maybe it was time to go back to New York. There was unfinished work, but maybe she needed a break from this emotional drama, maybe she needed to rejuvenate.

Zoya was tired of proving herself to everybody, proving herself to Mr. Khan. She remembered what happened that night, under the bhang effect, she knew it was true, but what she didn't know was what to do with that piece of information, and she didn't know how that would change anything.

She made up her mind. She would not cry anymore, this was her life and she would not be blamed for who she is, whether Jahapana six packs likes it or not.

She hated Jahapana Six packs for making her sad, she had enough sadness in her life, but within all that hate, crept a silent hope of wait, hoping that Mr. Akdu may bring her coffee after all.

And breaking into this reverie was a reverberating knock on the door.