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A Painful Memory: chapter 1, page 1
Haunting of the Past: chapter 2, page 3
The Last Ray of Hope: chapter 3, page 6
The Darkest Hour: chapter 4, page 9
Eternal Darkness: chapter 5, page 13
The Final Game of Destiny: chapter 6, page 21
Hi guys! Yesterday, I'd posted a poll for which story i shud make a TS. Tied for eternity won and I'm not surprised, thought u guys wud pick that one, so i've already made a rough sketch for the story, guess i'll have to go with the flow. As promised i'm writing the first part of the TS today. this story portrays a totally different mirage of emotions, from my FF[Fallen in the trap of love], which is basically the the the story of asya's bonding and tanveer's downfall. this TS is about desire, passion, hardened love and basically going nuts in the absence of the person u love the most. so please bear with me, as this is only my 2nd story. i don't mind criticism at all, coz i'm still quite new here and i know that some of my readers have much more experience on writing, so i wudnt mind criticism at all. also, a few important points to note. tanveer has already been kicked out, u'll find out how when u read the whole story. the writing in italic are flash backs. so without further bakwaas, i'll start with the story. So here goes Chapter 1:
A Painful Memory
Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead. ~ Oscar Wilde
He sat in his dark room, replaying the nightmare of events which had taken place, faster then he could say the name of his love, once. His love. "Whys did I let her go?!", he screamed in despair. He banged his fist on the table, raged by himself. Several weeks had passed, since that dreadful event. He'd hired the best agents, to find her, but highest efforts proved to be futile. She had just gone, no goodbye, no letter, no anything. She'd left just like that. She'd left him. He braced himself yet again, to cry his rage out. There was nothing left of him, how could there be, when she was his everything? "Its all your fault Asad! All yours!", he screamed out again into thin air. He wanted her, he needed her. The image of her tear stricken face flashed in his mind, bringing back the most painful memory of his life.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
She stared at him, never in her life did she think she'd have stand here. She slowly turned her head to see the mixed emotions of people. Some were of shock, some were of sympathy. She cared for neither, she looked into one particular pair of eyes, that were glazing at her. Glazing with...hate? Hate. She repeated the word in her mind, until she was sure that, hate was the emotion displayed in his eyes. Time seemed to freeze, for what seemed eternity. She controlled her tears, or no, did they stop themselves? Her face displayed no emotions, she stared into the eyes, which were tearing her apart. Maybe, if you looked into her eyes deep enough, you could see the lust they held and she knew he could see it too. It was not the lust which hated him. It was the lust, which made her hate herself. After a long silence, she mustered up the strength to say something. It came out as barely more then a whisper, but she knew she'd saved the little dignity she had. As weak and vulnerable she might have sounded, she knew people would respect her for that. She looked right into his eyes and spoke, "You might as well have killed me, it would have made no difference." A new fire ignited in her, a fire to show that she was not as weak and vulnerable as people thought. She strode out of the hall, her head held high, leaving the guests shocked. There was something new about her, a new strength.
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That was the end, he hadn't heard a single word about her in the two months which had passed, since she'd left. Her words played again and again in his mind, like a bad song on repeat, "You might as well have killed me, it would have made no difference." That's what she said. He felt like his heart was being stabbed, every time he remembered her words. Her last sentence to him, he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to remove her image from his mind. Once again, he found the tears rolling down his cheeks. He was tormented, he was in an inner turmoil and no psychiatrist, or medicine could calm his mad rage, "Please come back to me...Zoya." He emphasized her name, hoping she would somehow hear him and comply. "Zoya.", he reapeated again. The very name, that used make his heart thump in joy, was also the reason for his heart being ripped apart. He knew it was his fault, yet if she had fought with him once, maybe he could have had a chance to mend his mistakes. Out of all the odds, she'd chosen to be silent on that fateful night. If only he could go back in time, to amend his mistakes. His face reddened with a new rage, as the name of another person flashed in his mind, "Tanveer."
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Zoya sat hunched up in a corner, bracing herself. She cried, she screamed, she shouted for all she can, until she wore out and backed away into the dark world she'd formed for herself. In that world, only two resided, one of them were her and the other was darkness. She became a person, who people would far from recognize. Her face being the only identity of who she actually was. If anybody saw her now, they wouldn't believe that she was the same girl who used to make people smile to glory. She wanted to be with him, just as much as he did. She could hear his screams of despair, she could feel his inner turmoil. She knew he was regretting his harsh, heart piercing words. She wanted to run to the Khan mansion and sprint straight into his room and caress his tear stained cheeks. She wanted to tell him she was back and she would never go away. As much as she wanted to be with him, she also wanted to stay away from him. She wanted to show him that at the end, he was the loser. She looked at her phone, which was beeping with yet another message. They were all messages from Asad. This time it was a voice message. She slowly pressed the play button, fearing she might lose the little self control she had. His voice rung into her ears. She felt like her heart was being further ripped apart, than it already was. She took in his words slowly, "Zoya, please come back to me! I know I don't deserve you the smallest bit, but I'm going mad. I need to see you. You're my everything, you came into my colorless life and made it bright before I could blink once. Now you've gone out of it again, making it even more darker than before. Zoya, please. I'm begging you, at least send me a text to say that you're ok. Zoya please don't ignore me. Zoya...I...I lov-" She threw the phone across her room, before she lost the little sanity she had. She wanted to hear those words, yet she didn't. She kept a hand over her mouth, to stop herself from screaming yet again. She ran out of her small dark room. She needed some fresh air. As people began to appear, she quickly wiped away her tears, straightened her tangled hair and put on her stoical face again, the way she lived everyday. Inside, a wild animal caged within the depths of sorrow and despair, while outside she appeared to be a normal person, who was forced to fend for herself.
She went to the place, she always went to in times of extreme despair. It was just an exotic restaurant/coffee shop, yet she felt different over there, sitting in the open dining area. She felt...happy? She didn't know what to call it, but that was the only place, she ever felt relieved in. Being the posh place it was, of course the menu held many flavors and different type of beverages. Yet she always ordered for plain coffee, no flavor. The same coffee that Asad used to make for her, the one with milk and sugar, while he sipped on a black and bitter one. She smiled, thinking of those many nights, with Asad on the garden bench, staring into the starry night sky, with a mug of coffee in their hands. That's how their life was meant to be, they were meant to be...together. She quickly snapped out of her daydream as the queue forwarded. "What would you like ma'am?", asked the man at the counter. She sighed, as she repeated the same order, for the umpteenth time, "Plain coffee, with milk and sugar, please." "Yes ma'am and your name please?", asked the man again, entering her order on the computer. Zoya replied casually, "Zaafira. Zaafira Khan."
to be continued...
precap: "Zoya, I need to confess something to you." She gulped, knowing what she was gonna hear next will break her heart. "Zoya, I know we're very different from each other, in many ways. You were never the kind of person, I wanted to marry but I..."
She wiped the tears which were steadily rolling down her cheeks, as she remembered the night.
So that's it for now guys! I don't know, but i wasn't satisfied with this chapter. sorry if u guys found it boring as well. suggest anything that i shud add in the next part to improve. this is very different from everything i've wrote. i used to live in england, so i'm used to writing romantic stories at school itself, but this one is very different from all of those. plz tell me if u were not satisfied with this chapter. i'll try to make the next part much better. nice or nasty, i want u guys to comment and i wud be very irritated if i dont get comments for this story coz i've never tried something like this before and i need to know if it was at least at average level. so plz comment and let me know what u felt abt it! au revoir!
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