Hey guys, so normally I don't post a lot at all but I'm really fed up of Tannu right now so thought what better way to get my mind off things. I know the blood exchange happened a while ago but that scene really pissed me off royally so yea..this is what I wished would have happened.
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Asad looked at her tears streaming down her rosy cheeks. He had done it once again, made her cry yet once again. Of course this was a daily occurrence in the Khan household yet that didn't stop her pain from slashing his heart and her tears from drowning his existence. His heart yearned to believe and console her yet at this exact moment his anger overpowered his heart. One thing or another, he realized always overpowered his heart. Be it his anger, his fear or his brain. How could she fool around with something as serious as his best friends health? Chickens blood? How in the world had she gotten her hands on that?
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I don't know if I can yell any louder,
How many times have I kicked you out of here
Or said something insulting?
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With one more glance at her stricken face he prepared to leave. He could not handle her glossy eyes and the pearly tears and he realized that no one elses tears had ever affected him as much as hers did and still do and yet he could not calm the monstrous and seething lion in him. He paused at the door and unknowing hit the final nail in the coffin.
"Acha hai ki apke ammi aur abbu yahan nahi hai, warna apki yeh harkat dekh kar unko bahut sharmindagi mehsoos hoti"
And without looking back, he took long and quick strides back to his own room.
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I can be so mean when I wanna be,
I am capable of really anything,
I can cut you into pieces,
When my heart is broken.
Asad returned to his room and sat by the window looking out at the garden adjoining his room to hers, his world to her world. His anger would not cease. Standing up, he started to pace back and forth with only one thought on his mind, "Mein hamesha se theek hi kehta tha. Ms. Farooqui mein na koi tameez, na koi tehzeeb. Har baat pe mazaak. Har baar jab mein sochne lagta hu ki mein galat hu woh aisa kuch karti hai." His anger knew no bounds as for him she had crossed a limit. He had decided that no longer could he continue this farce. He loved her that much is true but her? She could never fit into his world. Enough is enough he had decided.
Zoya subtly dried her tears and thought there would be time later for these. She turned around and with a nonchalant expression tried to salvage the evening.
"Zoya, tum teekh toh ho na?" asked a tearful tamatar, looking like a real tomato, out of anger and sadness this time.
"Zoya, please Asad ki baat ka bura mat mana, beta woh.." tried Phoophi.
"Phoophi, issi baat per na mujhe ek sher yaad aya hai, Arz kiya hai...
Upar toh dekhiya chand bhi hai ayaa.
Upar toh dekhiye chand bhi hai ayaa.
Nahi parega humpar Mr.Khan ki bato ka saya"
She said with a cheerful but fake smile. Her ability to rebound left everyone astounded simply because the only one with the ability to differentiate between her real and fake smiles was the reason for her current natak.
"Phoophi, Tamatar aur Tanveer aap sab ab so jaiye. Hum bhi change karke so jayenge. Issi baat par ek aur sher hojaye...
Neend hai ayee mujhe, par badlne hai kapre
Neend hai ayee mujhe, par badlne hai kapre
kaal utkar shayad mile naye aur tazza kabhre.
Wah wahh"
And with a final assuring smile she bid them a goodnight.
As she heard the click of the door she turned her back on the door and slowly slid down. Her tears, as if knowing that she had hours to cry without any disturbances sprung out, starting almost as slowly as her slide to the ground, but eventually speeding faster than the rush of the endless streams at Niagara Falls, where she had visited with her Aapi and Jeeju once. Her heart cried for all the pain and suffering she had hidden and disguised for so long. It was as if a dam had broken and there was no way of stopping the anguish and the pain from flowing out.
The scene kept replaying in her mind, actually her whole stay in India was being played like a movie. And slowly she began to realize that despite both of them coming from broken homes and both having unresolved pasts, only he ever brought them up during fights. She had never accused him or taunted him about his father and yet this was maybe about the hundredth time he brought up her lack of parents. With this thought her resolve was built. She would not stand for this, she was stronger than this and she would not allow someone to demean her time and time again. But...she couldn't just..she had to fight this time. Surprising thing was that despite everything going the way she expected it to, she just couldn't stop the hurt. None the less she continued her plan, she would not back down now.
An hour later she sat on her bed flicking through the pictures Tamatar had taken with her Ipad. Unconsiously she wept for the future she had dreamt of during this nakli nikaah as she stared at a photo of her and her Jahpanah Six Packs. She could have been Mrs. Jahpanah Six Packs...then suddenly something caught her eye...or rather another eye caught her eye.
"Allah Miyan, yeh kya hai? Maine toh poori raat aisi larki dekhi nahi jiske ek ankh pathar ka ho..." What caught her interest next was a bonus to her plan. A chicken in the hands of the half hidden, pathar aankh wali.
"Aab main apne aap ko innocent sabit kar ke hi aagey bharungi. Kitni lucky hu mein, yaha mera plan abhi shru ho raha hai aur aab yeh tasveer. Aab toh muhje koi rok bhi nahi sakta."
Zoya finally laid down on her bed before realizing that the sun had come up and the night was over. Sleep clouded her mind yet her eyes held a junoon in them. She quickly changed and left the room with her belongings and her beloved Ipad. For the first time ever, Zoya was up and out of her room before anyone else. Following the string of firsts, Zoya silently tip toed into Phuphi's room. As calmly as possible Zoya explained her situation and received blessings from her dearest Phuphi. Zoya returned to room for her luggage and Ipad.
"Morning everyone", she said purposefully omitting the good as what she had planned was the exact opposite.
"Zoya tum apne bags kyun laye ho? Kahi ja rahe ho kya?" asked an naive and innocent Tamatar while her ever smart Phoophi by the looks of it had already figured it out.
"Zoya, please ek baar phir se socho..." Dilshad could not continue, seeing the finality of it all in Zoyas eyes.
They waited for Asad and as always he walked into the dining room at the same exact time as he did every day. He still looked upset about everything, so much so that he missed seeing the bags as well as the three most important people in his life staring at him.
He sat down and waited to be served and he was served but instead of food, he was given Zoyas Ipad.
"Mr Khan, aapne mujh par jo inzalm lagaye hai woh bilkul jhooth hai. Par aap meri baat kaha manegi, aapki nazar mein toh jab bhi kuch kharab ya bhura hota hai toh yeh mere hi galati hote hai na? Yeh tasveer mere begunahi ka saboot hai."
Asad could not believe his eyes, there in the corner stood a girl holding a chicken. His usually handsome yet stoic face paled as he realized his mistake. His mind filled with grief imagined her face last night, how she had held on strong til the last moment when he brought up her parents. How could I? He thought. Despite knowing everything, about her past, her parents, the very reason she came to india.
"Maine Phuphi se baat karli hai aur sari taiyaria bhi ki hai. Phuphi samajti hai aur maine unhe manaya bhi hai. Woh janti hai ki hum dono yeh nikaah nahi karna chahte hai aur i thin yeh best hoga agar mein New York wapas chale jaon. Please iss baar mujhe rokhiya ga nahi." Zoya serenely said all in one breath.
He could not move a muscle. Why did he keep doing this? He slowly stood up and faced her, hoping his eyes could say what his lips refused to say.
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Please, don't leave me [2x]
I always say how I don't need you
But it's always gonna come right back to this
Please, don't leave me
"Not this time Mr. Khan, what's done is done. I'm sorry for barging into your house and your life but at least now you can marry someone, anyone you really want to marry. But I have to go..."
She slowly turned around to look at the house that gave her so much in such a short amount of time. Her eyes focused on the photo frames, paintings and other wall decorations a little longer than necessary and yet no body noticed through their tears.
Asad could not see her go, as he briskly walked to his room he clenched his fists, his nails digging into his skin. He welcomed the pain, hoping the physical pain will take his mind off the emotional storm his heart was going through. The ever clean and tidy, always in control Asad Ahmed Khan was no longer in control. He was lost and somehow through this haze he realized that she had become his anchor. Without her he was nothing anymore and with this realization came a whole new level of pain.
He could see it all, like a screen before his eyes. All their fights, his efforts to make her more like him, mature, calm, traditional and all of her efforts to change him.
How did I become so obnoxious?
What is it with you that makes me act like this?
I've never been this nasty.
Can't you tell that this is all just a contest?
The one that wins will be the one that hits the hardest.
But baby I don't mean it,
I mean it, I promise
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His knees buckled and he fell forward. His face in his hands, a crazed yet sad look in his eyes, he finally broke.
"I'm sorry Zoya, so sorry. Please mujhe chor ke maath jana. Please wapas ajao...Main tumhare bina nahi jee paunga...I love you..."
He repeated and repeated unaware that not one but two pairs of eyes were watching him. One saddened and crying herself and the other excited at completing her mission.
I forgot to say out loud
How beautiful you really are to me.
I can't be without.
You're my perfect little punching bag,
And I need you.
I'm sorry.
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Please, please, don't leave me
Baby, please, don't leave me (no, don't leave me)
Please, don't leave me
(I always say) I always say how I don't need you
But it's always gonna come right back to this
Please, don't leave me (yeah)
Please, don't leave me
(I) I always say how I don't need you
But it's always gonna come right back to this.
(please, please) please, don't leave me,
Baby, please, please, don't leave me.
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