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it ws jst fab. Do updt soon yr. I cnt wait 4 nxt 1

NO ONE and nothing makes me as happy as this fic. :D

Wow...this is such an awesome story; I'm so hooked! Their connection is so strong; no romantic moment needed..

-Sona

Aaahhh! I love you! Ur story is amazing and I was seriously in tears when I saw no update Friday morning but u made the wait worthwhile! Please hurry with the update!

(My fave part was when they were misunderstood as husband-wife...don't know why but I always love it when a couple like such are considered married! Oh the funny mitwa moments to follow!)

Your writing is EXCELLENT!!
Im in love with this story!
OMG waiting for the next part eagerly!!

It was awesome, loved it. continue soon.

Awww that was absolutely beautifull!!! I loved every bit of this chapter! I'm soo proud of Zoya ..especially the last bit! She truly is compassionate and generous! Can't wait for the next update!! Eeek!

EPILOGUE

Three days later...

Zoya shuffles into the kitchen. Bandages cover her cuts but her face is still visibly bruised and swollen. Her movements are slow and painful. Najma hurries to her side and assists her to the table. Dilshad pulls out Zoya's seat and they both help her settle into the chair.

"Zoya, I feel terrible," Dilshad laments. "I sent Asad to Agpur because I thought it would be safer than for you to be alone in a strange city." Her eyes darken with remorse. "Now look at you."

Zoya puts her hand over Dilshad's. "This isn't your fault, Phupee. No one could have predicted that we'd be in a car accident."

Dilshad smiles and kisses Zoya forehead gently. "Are you feeling better today?"

Zoya nods. "I'm still sore but I'll be fine. The doctor said that was to be expected."

"I thank God every day for watching over you." Dilshad smoothes down Zoya's hair. "It's a wonder there aren't more accidents the way people drive these days. No one has respect for life anymore."

Zoya ducks her head and says nothing. Najma comes over with a glass of water and a packet of pain pills.

"It's time for your medicine," she says.

Zoya makes a face. "Please, tamatar, I don't want those. They make me feel like my head is stuffed with cotton. I can't think when I take those."

"You also can't feel the pain. Take them, please," Najma urges.

Zoya leans away from her but Dilshad is on the other side. She puts her hand on Zoya's shoulder to steady her. Zoya winces and pulls away. Dilshad's eyes darken with distress.

"Zoya, you must take your medicine," she urges. "It doesn't matter if you can't think clearly after you take them. You should be resting anyway."

Asad comes to the table. His eye socket is discolored and he moves a bit stiffly but he is in much better shape than Zoya. He takes the pill packet from Najma and opens it. His fingers are cut and swollen, not fully curling, causing him to fumble as he pops out two pills. Silently he holds them out to Zoya.

They share a long look before Zoya breaks it to look at his bruised hands. She sighs in defeat and takes the pills. He nods in approval as she swallows them with a sip of water from the glass Namja still holds. Impulsively, Zoya sticks her tongue out at him. He smiles slightly but doesn't comment.

Dilshad takes Asad's hand and inspects his cut and swollen knuckles. "Asad, do you need pain pills, too?"

He pulls his hand free. "No, Ammi, I'm fine." He glances at Zoya, his expression shuttered and unreadable. "Zoya took the worst of it."

"Honestly, something must be done about these terrible drivers." Dilshad says. "It was one of those irresponsible young men with too much money and not enough common sense who did this, wasn't it?"

Asad is about to answer but is interrupted by a knock on the door. He opens their front door to a delivery man holding a gift box and an enormous bouquet of yellow roses.

"I have a delivery for Mrs. Khan," he announces.

Asad signs for the gifts and takes the box and flowers to the table. "Ammi, these just arrived for you."

"For me? Who would have sent me flowers?" The bouquet is so large Dilshad has to push her chair away from the table to hold it in her lap.

She settles the gift box on top of the flowers and opens it to reveal a stack of children's drawings and an envelope. She reads the addressee on the envelope and her eyebrows shoot up. Asad, Zoya and Najma exchange confused glances. Dilshad opens the envelope, reads the card and studies the photograph enclosed.

"Ammi, what is it?" Asad asks.

Dilshad hands him the gift box. Najma and Zoya look on as Asad fans out the drawings. They are all sunny, pleasant pictures drawn by little children, many with "Thank you, Mrs. Khan" written on them.

"Oh, how sweet." Najma picks up a picture to study it. "Are these from the children at the orphanage, Ammi? I know you were helping out there last week."

Dilshad looks from Najma to Zoya then finally to Asad. Still silent, she shows them the photograph that came with the drawings. It's a group of smiling, laughing children dressed in school uniforms.

"They look so happy." Najma takes the photo and brings it closer for Zoya to see. "I'm glad. Some orphans have such terrible lives."

Zoya murmurs in agreement. Then she looks more closely at the picture and her mouth drops open. She gives Asad a desperate look. Asad snatches the picture from Najma. He stiffens as he too realizes the picture is of the children from Mr. Gill's factory. Asad and Zoya exchange apprehensive glances.

"What is it?" Najma stares at them. "Why do you two look so strange? Ammi, what's going on?"

Dilshad hands her the card.

"Dear Mrs. Khan," Najma reads out loud. "Thank you again for your kindness and generosity. The children miss you and ask about you constantly. They look forward to having you visit their new homes and see their progress in school. I pray each day that God blesses you and your husband with health, happiness, and prosperity. He has gifted the world with your loving, compassionate spirit. May he protect you from all evils and grant your many beautiful children. Regards, Mandeep S. Gill."

Najma looks at her mother, her brows drawn together in confusion. "I don't understand."

Dilshad holds up the envelope. "Perhaps Asad and Zoya can explain it to us."

She looks over at Asad and Zoya, who both have the same stupefied expressions on their faces. The envelope is addressed to Mrs. Zoya Ahmed Khan.

"Uh, Ammi..." Asad begins.

"Now, Phupee..." Zoya say at the same time.

"Hold on!" Najma interrupts. "Zoya, Bhaijaan, you two got married without informing us? When? Why?"

"No, no!" Zoya shakes her head. "Nothing like that. Never!"

"No, it's not like that," Asad agrees. Then he turns to Zoya. "Wait. Did you just say 'never'?"

Zoya looks from Asad, who is glaring at her, to Najma who stares at her in confusion then finally to Dilshad, who has a small, knowing smile on her face. She blushes deeply.

"I...I can explain everything." Zoya pauses. "I think."

THE END

Author's Notes: As always, all mistakes are mine and made accidentally. This story is not intended to hurt anyone's feelings, culture or beliefs.

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Really nice but i wish u would give an epilogue making Zoya Farooqui as Zoya Ahmad Khan...but u should rite more this was a gr8 ff!!!!