NEW FF: Memories- A Tug of War (Chapter7, Page35) - Page 2

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Short update because I didn't know if you guys would like it. Please do have a read…

Chapter One

She left him, to drown in his own sorrow. She has gone; forever, never to look back at him. Never in his wildest dream did he ever imagine that he'd push her away to such an extent that she should would just walk away, away from him, from his life. He had finally cut that rope that tied them together because of his foolishness. She slapped him with her words; she shut him up to never to be able to speak again.

He sat in one of the corners of his room with his head between his legs rocking back and forth. His tear bank had refused to lend him any more tears as they dried on his face, his eyes had become red. He had been sat there since she left him 3 days ago, exactly 36 hours ago. He was waiting for life to give him another chance, so that he could run and stop her just like the time at the airport. However, nobody came to knock on his door, his mother had given up on him; fate too turned a deaf ear to his cries.

She left him buried in his guilt, in his accusations, in his darkness filled life. He dug himself a grave; she threw the last bit of earth in to it before disappearing into the wilderness without sparing a glance at him. He called out from below, no one heard him; it was too late. He was as good as dead to her. He taunted her upbringing so many times, she forgave him. He accused her of being irresponsible, she let it pass. He bashed her left right and centre, crushing every bit of her strength. However, this time he questioned her character, the bit of self-respect left in her forced her to speak up in front of everyone. Yes, she too said hurtful words; however each word spoken was nothing but the truth. Asad had taken her for granted; he treated her like a punching bag letting out all his frustrations thinking she would never fight back. He insulted her, hurt her... How much of an idiot he was... Now that she was gone, his life had become empty again.
He put his head back as he wiped his face continuously, 'Yeh kya ho gaya Zoya, maine toh tumhe apni dil ki baat baataana chahti thi… How did this happen? How could I have hurt you like this?' He hit his head against the wall, 'I cannot live without you…' he cried, all broken.

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'Ray… stop being an idiot and pass me that photo-frame,' She grumbled on top of the wobbly stool holding the wall for support as she peeked back at her chilled out friend. 'Get off that box, Ya Allah, if I come down there, I will seriously do some damage!'

'Think you're already doing that, bechara stool tumhare weight use sehen nahi ho raha hai' he replied smiling as he carried on eating his chips. Zoya finally gave up; she jumped off the stool and treaded towards him with the vase she found next to her and chased him around the apartment. 'I should've sent you home with Aapi!' She screamed,

'EH? Who would've looked after you then?' He asked as he sat down on the new set up sitting area on the floor, she stared down at him shocked, he looked up at her, 'Maaro, I'm too tired to run!' he got back to eating his chips.

'I don't need looking after Rayhan!'

He pulled at her arm forcing her to come crashing down next to him, he took her face into his hands, 'Zoya, look into my eyes and tell me you're fine?'

'I'm fine' she replied looking past him into the balcony, he adjusted her face forcing her to look at him, she stared into his big almond dough shaped eyes asking her to let go of the pretence, 'I'm not okay!' She cried shaking her head side to side, 'I'm not FINE! Do you hear me I'm not okay, he's broken me Ray… and I still love him, why do I love him… I'm trying so hard to forget him, since the moment I left that house…' She put her hand on her chest nearer to her heart clutching at it, 'it hurts so much Ray… why do I love him' she pulled at his t-shirt shaking him back and forth as she fell on his chest and sobbed. Her broken cries pierced at Rayhan's heart who felt helpless, he didn't know what to do to help his friend. He stroked her hair back and forth trying to calm her down but she broke down even further. He held her tight as she let it all out and finally falling asleep in his arms all drained. He picked her up and took her into her room placing her onto the bed. He caressed her forehead; he needs to do something. This girl is a maha guru when it comes to putting up a faade, her fake smiles to hide away all her pain. He covered her with the duvet before walking out,

'I promise Zoee, I will not let you break down again. I will bring you your love' he vowed to himself, 'But first of all, Mr Asad Ahmed Khan has to be taught a lesson or two for messing with my best friend. Then I, sexy Rayhan Ali, will wear white chaddi, hunt some bow and arrow down to play cupid for you' he chuckled before going back to work on their apartment.

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Dilshad opened the door to his room, after four long days not being able to keep herself away. She tried talking to him many times, she was angry at him but that didn't mean she didn't understand her son's pain. She walked up to the window and moved the curtains out of the way letting in the rays of sunshine and brightening up the room. She turned around to see him sat against one of the corners, resting his head against the wall, sleeping. Dilshad's hands found their way up to her mouth as she gasped at the state of him; she ran towards him and kneeled on the floor beside him. She caressed his face with her hand as she slowly brought his head to her lap. He was so weak; he hadn't changed his clothes in days. The last time she came, it was dark; she had put the food on the table and left him to eat. She looked up at the table to see his untouched food; she let out cry for being so irresponsible.
He opened his eyes as he felt something warm on his face, his hands found its way up to his face as he wiped it; tears. He stared at his mother stroking his hair back and forth; he put his arms around her waist pulling him closer to her stomach and cried,

'Ammi, she's gone… it's all my fault! Ammi, what have I done? Ammi I couldn't tell her that I loved her, Ammi I can't live without her… Ammi kyun, why am I so bad?'

'Shhh' she tried calming her son as she caressed the back of his head back and forth, 'beta, galat kiya hai toh maafi mangne padegi' she told him, 'jaab tak woh tumhe maaf nahi kar deti, tumhare khoshis jaadi rakhna padega!' she advised him, she pulled him back and took his face into her hands, 'You have done the wrong, you have to put it right. I know you're my son, but she is my daughter too, I want her back Asad… and I want you to do whatever it takes to bring her back' She took his fisted hand into hers and opened them to find the ring, she took it from him, 'She loves you Asad, you have to make yourself worth her love, usse wada karo ki tum aise khabi nahi karogi, ki tum bhi usse pyaar karti ho, show her that you cannot live without her!' She nodded her head at him to get up, 'Aise bet kaar kuch nahi hoga… go win her love! Aur iss ke liye tumhare ammi ke ungli pakar kar nahi reh sakte' she smiled, 'relations are built with trust, build that with her… she trusts you blindly, it's your turn Asad. Forget about everyone, focus on you two. Zindagi mein sacha pyaar karne waale naseeb se milte hai, don't let that go beta… She loves you immensely' she smiled at him as his face lightened up hearing her words, he got up to go into the bathroom, 'Aur suno' he turned around quickly, 'Agar maine suna ki tumne usse koi badtameezi ki hai, usko daata, mujhse bura koi nahin hoga… tumhare nikaah kisi aur se kar dungi' she warned him as he held his ears, he mumbled a thank you before running into the shower. Dilshad rest her head against the wall sighing heavily,
'Ya Allah, mere bachon ka saath dena, mere ghar ki kushiyon ki malkin ko vapaas bej do… unki mohabaat ko saare buri nazaar se bacha ke rakhna' she closed her eyes as she prayed.

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'Hello, Asim… What's up?' She asked her friendly boss,

'Hey Zo, haan is the presentation ready? The meeting is tomorrow…' Asim questioned,

'Yes it is, I swear Asim just because I'm staying back without your consent, doesn't mean you have to throw your last minute presentations on me…' She complained, 'the designs for the new IT building in Pune are done, you'll love them… Oh yeah, tell me about the meeting? You can't just let me go there and meet complete strangers, Oh no; I need to pop into the office tomorrow morning to meet everyone, who's doing the pitch?'

'I knew I could trust you, of course I'd love your designs, cuz you're our design maha guru! My company would be a loss without you' he buttered her,

'What do you want now Asim?'

'I need that contract lovesss, we need to start this project asap! Only this company can do this, I was thinking instead of Ray, could you do it?' he pleaded,

'Wait Ray is here on business too? I thought he came for a holiday?' she eyed Rayhan as she waited for Asim to reply,

'No darls, he begged me to transfer him to India temporarily… anyways, ITS- haan Maria ask him to fax me that, Zoe please and thank you, I'll get the whole project details faxed to you, please save this project! Byeee!' He put the phone down as Zoya sighed and threw the phone on the floor and picked her coffee up taking a sip as she sheepishly smiled at Rayhan's questioning face,

'You've lost the project Ray, it's mine now muahahahhahahaha' she laughed mischievously as he almost choked on his coffee,

'What?!' he spat as he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. A smile played on his lips as he pretended to wrestle with her.

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