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She looked like an angel as a peaceful look took upon her, her face glowing with white radiance. Asad looked at her his eyes red and slightly swollen. 'It's all my fault, my fault' Asad thought over and over again. He cursed himself for not sending someone on behalf of them, he cursed himself for sending her in there alone, and he cursed himself for hurting her, over and over again. He hated him-self. He looked up and prayed for her well being. "Ya'Allah, iski madat kar. Isko jhaldi se tik kar de, jo bi uske dhook hai who mujhe de dhe bus usko teek kar de". Asad looked back at her, as she lay there on the hospital bed. She looked so innocent, so pure, so perfect.

When she had fainted at the Siddiqui house his heart was in his throat. It felt as if someone had ripped him into shreds. As he caught her just before she hit the ground, he sensed how light she felt. 'No' he silently screamed. She couldn't leave him, she couldn't. Asad was barely aware of his audience, his surroundings. His thoughts revolved around her and only her. He felt her pulse, painfully slow, she felt a little warm, no not warm, really hot. She was starting to burn up. Asad lifted her into his arms and carried her out of that bewitched house as fast as he could calling to her. He gently placed her into the passenger seats, securing the seat belt. He thought he saw a slight movement in her fingers and once again called to her, a little more panicked this time. She hadn't responded the slightest yet. Asad ran to the other side of the car and got in. He didn't bother putting on his seat belt and drove out.

As the members of the Siddiqui family reached outside they heard the screeches of tires as Asad raced out. What's going on Ayaan wondered. Who was this girl? Why was she at their home? Why did she just faint? And more importantly why was bhaijaan freaking out so much? Ayaan turned to see his family staring at the spot in which Asad's car had just been with surprised and worried looks upon their faces. "Ami, mein bhaijaan ke pas jara ha hoo" Ayaan announced. Before his family could reply he turned around and made way to his bike. "Rukye Ayaan, hum bhi aap ke saat chalte he" Shireen responded. Ayaan then got the car and Nikhat also joined. Rashid wanted to go with his wife, daughter and son to see his dost- he was just about too as well when he remembered Asad. Rashid had never seen Asad like this, not even last night in the factory when he had almost shot his own father. Rashid stepped back "Aap log jaye mein bad mein atta hoo" he said. While Shireen, Ayaan and Nikhat left, the rest of the family returned inside. They had no idea about what had just happened.

Razia in her room was pacing back and forth. Who was that girl? Why did she faint? What connection does she have to Asad which resulted in him losing it? Razia pondered over Zoya as Rashid also paced in his own room. What had happened to his dost all of a sudden? Had she told Ayaan anything against him? He hoped she would get well soon.

Asad reached the hospital's emergency ward entrance; he flew out of his car and called for a doctor. Luckily for him, one was there ready at his disposal. Asad opened Zoya's door and carefully lifted her out. He gently placed her on the stretcher that had been brought out and went with the ward boys and doctors into the hospital. As the doctor checked Zoya, Asad was right by her side. He didn't move, not a step, even when he was asked to give the doctors some time. Asad refused and told the doctor to carry on for he wasn't going to move and no one could make him. The doctor sighed and began to work. He checked Zoya and Asad held his breath. 'Please be okay' he silently begged. Suddenly, Zoya began to mumble. She sounded scared, panicked. She began to fidget. Asad called her name "Zoya,". The doctor suddenly gave her an injection. As Zoya calmed down and drifted off again into a peaceful sleep Asad snapped at the doctor. "What was that for, what's wrong with her, will she be okay- why aren't you answering" Asad almost shouted. The doctor put his hand on Asad's shoulder and requested him to calm down. Once Asad shut his mouth and seemed calmer, he began to answer his questions. "Look Mr. Khan, nothing is seriously wrong with her. She fainted because of stress and shock nothing else, She is perfectly fine. She just needs some time to recuperate that's all. But we would like to keep her here for a few hours- at least until she regains conscious. If you remember just a few minutes before, she was mumbling and restless while unconscious. She seems to be having nightmares, now I don't know if that was a onetime thing or not but because it seems so I would like for her to stay here- now if you'll excuse me I'll come back soon to check on her." The doctor signaled for the ward boys to shift Zoya into a private room. As the doctor left, Asad thanked him and followed Zoya out.

Ayaan, Shireen and Nikhat reached the hospital. They asked for Asad Ahmed Khan who had just come with an unconscious girl. As the receptionist pointed them towards the direction of Zoya's room, Ayaan thanked her and along with his mom and sister made his way there. Inside the room, Zoya had just been shifted onto the room's bed. As the ward boys left, Asad walked over to her. He looked at her and a wave of fresh new tears made their way to his eyes. He didn't fully understand why he was crying so much- she was okay, alive and that was what mattered. Asad reached out and straightened Zoya; he fixed her blanket and made sure she was comfortable. As he sat down on the chair beside the bed he spoke in what seems as a whisper "I'm so sorry Zoya". Asad shook slightly as the tears slowly fell down his face. Asad heard a knock on the door and quickly wiped away the tears. He turned around and was surprised to see Ayaan with Shireen and Nikhat behind him. Asad led the three outside for he didn't want to disturb Zoya. "Bhaijaan," Ayaan began. Asad stopped him. "Abhi nahi Ayaan please. Mujhe abi kisi se baat karne ka mood nahi hai. Vase bhi, mujhe abhi be ami ko phone karna hai, wo ghar pe pareshan horahi hogi". As Asad walked back into the room, Ayaan stood there shocked. Had his brother just completely rejected him without hearing him out? Something was seriously wrong- bhaijaan had never acted like this before, not even during the time when Dilshad was in the hospital. Shireen looked into the room through the window and wondered aloud "Ye sab kya hogaya? Yeh ladki hai koon aur Asad iski halat se itna pareshan kyu hai- Ya' Allah, yeh tik to hoja ye gi na Ayaan"? Nikhat went to her mom and reassured her. She turned to Ayaan and told him that she was going to go home with Shireet, they would take a Taxi as Ayaan was needed in the hospital because Asad will feel like talking and Ayaan is the only one to whom he will speak too. Ayaan watched as his sister led his mom out. He then turned back to the window on the door. He looked at his brother who seems more tense than usual. Why wouldn't he be Ayaan thought, he's in a hospital. Ayaan silently creaked open the door, enough to hear what Asad was saying.

Not realizing that Ayaan was still there, able to hear his words, Asad turned to Zoya. "Aap kab uthe gi, oth jaye naa..please" Asad pleaded. Asad leaned towards Zoya and slowly moved her bangs out of her face. As he was moving his hand back, Zoya's hand caught his. Asad looked at her hands and didn't let go. "Mein kahi nahi jaooga" Asad replied. As Asad sat there, one hand in Zoya's hand he began to doze off. Surprisingly it was only 1 in the afternoon and yet Asad Ahmed Khan had fallen fast asleep, his head on the bed besides Zoya Farooqui. Ayaan looked on in awe. There had to be more to this story.

Ayaan closed the door and sat outside. Today's events came back to him. Why did that girl faint, forget that, why was she even in the Siddiqui house? Ayaan sighed and leaned back. He was really confused and he wanted his bhaijaan to clear his doubts so badly. Unfortunately his bhaijaan seems to be preoccupied right now- no way was Ayaan going to be able to talk to him. Ayaan closed his eyes, took a deep breath and then reopened his eyes. He then got up and peeked into the room, Bhaijaan and the girl were both still asleep, they looked like a true couple, soul-mates. Ayaan was just about to look away when he got an idea. He turned around with a small smile and left the hospital.

On their way home, Shireen kept wondering about the girl. Who was she, what had happened to her? She thought back to how the girl seemed to shimmer with her smile and now, how she looked so…..lifeless in the hospital, pale and still. She turned to Nikhat, "aap ko kya lug ta hai, wo ladki hai con?" she asked. Nikhat looked at her mom and had a quick flashback to her elder brother's worried state. How he seemed and does seem extremely broken. She wasn't sure but she could have sworn that she saw his soul being ripped apart the moment he laid eyes on the unconscious, angelic (in a ghostly way) girl. "Ammi kya wo…." She began. Nikhat was hesitating- she didn't want to say something wrong, after all there was nothing to really prove her theory. "wo kya…..Nikhat?" Shireen asked. "Ammi jis thara se Asad bhaijaan us ladki ke liye ghabraye, jis tarike se wo unka naam pukara he tai, aapko nahi lag ta ke….ke who unki beevi ho sak ti hai, ya phir mangetar?" Nikhat asked uncertainly. Shireen's eyes widened, it was possible she thought. "Shayid" she answered.

Back at home, Najma was looking at the clock worried. It was getting late, almost 4pm and Zoya hadn't returned home yet; she wasn't even answering her phone. Najma had just put Dilshad to sleep with much difficulty when she came to the living room. She saw the time and wondered where Zoya could be. "Agar bhaijaan co pata chal gaya ki Zoya abi tak vapas nahi ayi hai to to vo phir se un pe naraz ho ja yengai." Najma thought. She sat there, lost in her thoughts, playing with the end of her duputta. She suddenly got up and began pacing. She had decided that today she was going to scold Zoya- why did that girl always end up getting in trouble? Najma stopped pacing, her eyes widened, what if Zoya was in trouble. Najma rushed to the house phone. She looked at it for a minute, took a deep breath and dialed.

Asad was sleeping as if he had never slept before. For some reason, Zoya's presence gave him a peaceful feeling. When his phone rang, his eyes flashed open and he grabbed his phone. He looked at Zoya, seeing as the phone did not disturb her, he slowly removed his hand from hers and walked outside. As he did, she stirred a little, he paused and once he was sure that she was still asleep, stepped out and put the phone to his ear. He took a deep breath, got his voice as calm as possible and said "Hello". "bhaijaan kaha hai aap" Najma asked. "Kyun, kya huwa Tamatar, tum itni pareshan kyu ho, Ammi tik hai na"? Asad's voice slowly began to fail him. Just before his voice cracked, Najma responded "Nahi, bhaijaan esa kuch nahi hoa hai, Ammi to sow rahi hai meine to bus ese hi", Asad relaxed as Najma said this. Everything was okay, but then why was Najma still sounding troubled. "bhaijaan wo actually Zoya…….Zoya abi tak ghar nahi ayi hai. Wo subah se gayi hai or pata nahi kaha hai wo apna phone bi nahi utarahi hai". Asad understood, Najma and Zoya had developed such a bond between each other that they were practically sisters, they could theoretically feel each other's emotions. "Najma, tum khameka pareshan ho rahi ho, Zoya tik hai unko kuch bi nahi howa hai. Vo mujhe mili to bus mere sath ghar ara hi he- lekin mera kuch urgent kam agaya aur isliye vo abhi bhi mere sath hai". Asad could hear Najma breathe a sigh of relief. Asad felt horrible, he had temporarily relieved Najma's fright regarding Zoya's safety but what would happen if they found out that she was in the hospital. Asad ended his call with Najma after assuring her a little more. He then turned around and watched Zoya through the window, he would have to make sure that Ammi and Tamatar didn't find out about this otherwise they might worry, more than Zoya would like. Asad had realized that Zoya would always be cheerful, she'd always take on other's pain onto herself yet she never let anyone take hers. She was an expert at tucking away her sorrows and showing the world only happiness- however, Asad could now see right through her. He knew Zoya would agree.

Asad walked back into the room just as Zoya was slowly coming to. Asad noticed her responsive behavior and sat down on the chair next to the bed. He gave his rare, half-smile "Ub aap kesi hai Zo….Ms. Farooqui" he asked. Zoya looked at Asad, she could see his eyes were red, from tears and engulfed in worry. She realized that Asad had just asked her something and she nodded yes. She suddenly had a strong need for water. As she slowly got up, Asad began to protest but knowing she would refuse, he instead helped her sit up. He realized that she may have wanted water and hands her the glass next to the bed. As she takes a sip she realizes that she's in a hospital. "Allah Miyan! What happened Mr. Khan, mein hospital mein kyu hoo"? She wondered softly. Asad looked up at her and told her what had happened. He told her how when he came in, she had collapsed, he had brought her to the hospital and the doctors had given her some medication and kept her under survey for a few hours. He mentioned how he told Najma that they had gone out on some work as it was urgent and she was also on her way home. She tried to place the water glass back on the table but Asad took it from her and placed it instead. "Thanks Mr. Khan, for everything including not telling Najma about what happened" Zoya said. Asad nodded his head in response. "Ms. Farooqui mein jan ta hoo ki aap shayud mujhe ye nahi bata na chahegi lekin phir bi mein aap se ek baar puch na chahta ho- kya howa ta aapko, aur ye kese saapne hai jo aap ko bar bar taklif deti rehti hai"? Asad asked softly and hesitantly.