Hi everyone ! iam back. i do hope all of you loved the beginning of my ff. hope u r waiting for the nxt part and more importantly i measure up to your expectations. so here goes...
PART 2 - "barely alive"
BHOPAL- PRESENT DAY
in a small house near the masjid...
"kahaan rehgayi yeh kambakht ladki? allah ! iske peeche peeche bhaagte meri toh umar uikal jaani hai! pata nahi kahaan hai! zoya! zoya! are kahaan margayi" razia kept shouting in a harsh voice , that grated on the nerves of people . time has not been kind to her. her voice had roughened up with using all those pan and gutkhas , her hair more grey than the jetblack it used to be, and above all her face, hardened with lines and her expression, one full of disdain and coldness. everyone in the mohalla feared her and just kept out of her way.
a girl came running up the street and stopped infront of her, panting. her raven black hair flying out of the crude knot she had plaited it into, her lovely dark eyes full of kindness, her lips stretched in a smile, her white dupatta fluttering over her head as she tried to hold it properly, dressed in a white salwar, she was a like a white lotus in the midst of a muddy lake. "main aagayi choti ammi!" zoya said voice full of patience and hands full with her purchases." woh rationwale ke paas saamaan ke liye bheja tha na aapne...toh wahi thi " she said .
but razia sneered and said" itni der baad laut rahi hai ? saamaan laane mein itna waqt legi toh kaam kaun karega? woh rationwale ke saath baat karte hue dhyaan raha nahi hoga, kyun?"
zoyas smile disappeared . zoya closed her eyes asking for strength from the almighty at the insinuation of her words. she wanted to cry but she held herself in check. her crying only made choti ammi taunt her more. she did what always did in a situations like this. she kept silent and hoped she was deaf as razia kept ranting on.
"20 years"zoya thought as she stirred the curry infront of her on the stove. 20 yrs of the same thing. since her own ammi died and raziya married abbu 6 months later, all she ever did was try to win some love for herself from razia. in the first days razia was all honey. she took care of her so well , zoyas young mind thought that maybe she did have a mother. later when humeira was born, she was so glad to have had a sister and she loved her from the first moment on. razia began showing her colours then. slowly everything abbu owned was razias and she was not always wise in spending it. and abbu though he remarried, and had a child with razia and for sometime looked on the way to mending his broken heart never really forgot his first wife and kept drowning in sorrow until oneday he was no more. zoya never knew exactly what happened, only that her father was no longer there. and with no one to atleast advice her( really who would dare approach such a harridan) razia slowly spent her fathers wealth to the ground and soon they were penniless and on the road. with that defeat, razia came back to bhopal, their hometown and it was then zoya began seeing her choti ammis true colors. with everything gone, razia didnt need to pretend any more and she made her hatred for zoya well known to zoya, yet like a fool ,zoya never gave up hope. oh, raziya could have left zoya at anyplace to die, but it seems no one allowed her to do so she had to take care of zoya. zoya knew there was never any hope of love between her and choti ammi and yet she tried- for humeira. god knew how such a perfect and kind person happened to be razias daughter and yet humera was everything a young sis should be. loving, caring, and above all supportive. it was humera who didnot let zoya give up her education when razia said she couldnt afford zoyas education, knowing zoyas love for books. while she was in school, humera would insist that zoya tutor her coz they obviously cant afford an "outside tutor" and even now when she is in college ,knowing zoya wouldnt be allowed to study further, she secretly enrolled zoya in a correspondence course through which zoya unknown to razia completed her degree. her results are due any day now, and zoya was eagerly waiting for them. once she has her educational qualification with her, everything would change. she would not have to go "there".she would be able to live!
"ab kahaan khogayi? saari sabzi jalaadegi kya? kaun se khwaabon mein doobi hai? yaa main yeh kahoon kiske ?"razia said with a sneer
zoya closed her eyes and said "choti ammi ! khuda ke liye aise baat mat karo! hum aapki beti hai!"
"hmmph! badi aayi khuda ka vaasta dene wali! " razia sneered again and said in a quieter voice,"khuda ka naam lene ki bhi aukaat nahi hai teri! main jaanti hoon sabke saamne itna paakh ban ne wali meri yeh"beti" kya karti hai!"
zoya lost it and for one moment she did not know where she got the courage but said" pata hona bhi chahiye ! aap hi ne toh mujhe bheja tha wahaan" and razia angrily tried to retort, zoya continued," waise bhi ab zyaada dinon ki baat nahi hai. kuch hi dinon mein pascal se liye saare paison ka hisaab baraabar hojaayega aur tab main uss se azaad ho jaoongi" without looking back at her stepmothers shock , zoya got up from infront of the stove and went inside . to get ready. she had some important things to do "there"
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BHOPAL...the same day..
In a huge skyscraper that towered over others, in an office at the very top floor...
" and thats all everyone", said asad in a deep voice as his penetrating eyes scanned the people infront of him. " i want the results and i want them asap. no excuses." he stressed. and then gestured everyone to leave. as they left asad got up from his seat and looked out the window. he chose the top office for a reason, he reminsced - it reminded him how small the rest of the world looked from there and how insignificant it is to him. up here he felt a fake sense of being alone and all powerful - almost a god. and he was god- to most of his workers and the world in general. he had achieved exactly what he wanted.
an exuberant voice interrupted his thoughts as it said," and the lion said"roooar! get me results or else you r my dinner tonight!"asad turned back to see the owner of the voice, his best friend- anwar. he frowned at anwars stupid imitation of asad roaring and anwar grinned. anwar said," oh come on asad! tumhara saara staff jab tumhare cabin se nikalta hai toh aisa hi lagta ki they just came out of the lions den. waise apna naam khoob nibhaa rahe ho mere dost!"
asads face lost some of his hardness in anwars presence. despite of all the hardships asad went through, anwar was and still remains one of the few people who made asad atleast try to lose his perpetual frown, other than his own family that is.
asad hugged him and said, " kaise ho?"
anwar replied he was fine and then said in a mock serious voice" par tujhse naraaz hoon."
"kyun?" asad asked.
anwar pretended to be shocked and said," what kind of a best friend are you? kal mera nikaah hai !"
asad said,"haan! toh?"
anwar said"toh! toh?! abbe, robot ke rajnikanth, apne best friend ko nikaah se pehle bachelor party nahi doge kya? yaa phir tere party ka matlab aise files ke beech mein doobe rehna hai?!"
asads expression cleared and said," oh!"
anwar said "exactly!"
asad said ,"koi baat nahi! tujhe meri taraf se party chahiye na , toh jaa de di party, kahin pe bhi chal jahaan tera mann hai and its on me."
anwar said , " why do i hear a but?"
asad feeling uncomfortable said slowly "par main nahi aaoonga, iam sorry yaar. woh actually yahaan..."
for the first time since he entered the room, anwar looked serious and that meant, asad knew , that anwar was seriously pissed off. even as he tried to pacify anwar with excuses, anwar held up a hand" donot insult me with excuses!"
asad stood silent as anwar said in a quiet voice," do you for even one moment think i cant throw a party on my own? asad ahmed khan! who do you think you are to snub me like that? how dare you?"
and then he continued, " iam starting on a new journey and i wanted to share the happiness with you. after all that i have done for you, how i stood up for you when that woman...and i say woman coz any other word that comes to my mind is a curse... ,when she did a number on you, the least i expect is for you to be happy in my happiness!!!!! are you saying you are incapable of that? you say you have left it behind my friend but you havent and god knows i know that. but still is it too much to ask asad? you rarely spend time with people, and the only ones you do with are your family and me. asad its time put that woman behind you and live!. she is not and never was that worthy that you alienate yourself from the world and if you do you are no friend of mine."
asad listened silently to his friends rare outburst calmly. he didnt agree with it all and yet he couldnt really disappoint anwar.
so choosing to turn a deaf ear to all that he said, asad said " kya anwar ? you cant take a simple joke? how can i not come to a party for you? after all you are the groom and woe betide me if i dont listen and obey you now. zeenat, your bride will have my head. after all she trusts on me to keep you out of trouble and she is more frightening than you in anger." he made an attempt at joke.
anwar knew his friend was going to ignore all that he said and he knew further prodding will only open up more wounds ,so he left it at that.
he too lightly replied,"good! "the lion " is atleast afraid of someone around here! i have a perfect place in mind for us to go. it is this elite club that i have heard about..."
asad intervened," please! tell me you are not taking us to a strip club, are you?"
anwar said,"knowing you, i wouldnt dare! its just a club and yes there are girls but thats not why iam taking you and me there and god knows those girls would be busy gawking you than viceversa. its because i want to hear her."
"hear who?"
"cinderella ,ofcourse!" anwar replied. when asad continued to look confused, anwar said "you havent heard of her?! thats behind times asad even at your standards of aloofness! ok let me enlighten you...2 yrs back, this club that we r talking of was a dismal one and suddenly one day they say this girl barely 20 i have heard was suddenly thrown on the stage . her face was covered and everyone began booing her when they saw her stand there silently. suddenly they say , they heard her singing in a voice sooo pure that it was said to have melt hearts and fill them with joy. she kept singing enthralling everyone around until the clock struck 12. and when it did, she just stopped and went back stage. that first one was perhaps her only incomplete performance. since then everyone who went there wanted to hear her and everyday since then they did. only her face was always covered even till this day and she always stops at 12 and leaves. both these things earned her the name of "cinderella" everyone in bhopal says if you love music you should listen to her and today we plan to do just that."
asad was skeptical. "really,anwar this sounds like a fairytale and those dont exist! you arepulling my leg are you not? "
anwar replied, " i know it sounds crazy but thats what i heard, so what better opportunity than now to know how true it is. you and i both love good music and good voice wherever it may be from. so stop looking so damn patronising and get ready we should be there by 11 at night for thats when she is said to start. come on ab chalo!"
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coming up soon...
part 3-"angels and demons"- spoiler-" is she an angel?" he thought as she stood there in the rain and beckoned to him
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