PS>>>>> I have no intention to complete this story. I'm extremely sorry guys!
Hey guys, I couldn't stop myself from writing this. Hope you enjoy it. This ff is going to be a sad one for a few parts - so ignore it if you don't like sad stuff.
Dear Diary,
I saw them! I saw them sleeping in each other's arms. At first I was so numb ... so numb that I couldn't comprehend what had happened. But when it struck me, it felt like being stabbed in every part of my body. I felt so weak in my knees, so weak I could barely support myself. I leaned on the wall, and I really wanted to fall on the floor ...but I had to leave. I couldn't break down in front of him. I ran with all my might... out of that room, out of that factory, and... out of his life.
He followed me diary, he wanted to explain himself ... how did he think I'd believe him after all that I saw? I LOVED HIM, damn it! I...loved... him. Why, Allah Miyaan, why?
x-x-x
It had been a week since she saw them together. She was so shattered. She wouldn't talk, wouldn't laugh, and wouldn't eat. Even Pizza wouldn't be appetizing for her. It was like she was a living corpse. She had broken down, completely. She spent minutes after minutes, hours after hours, and days after days on her bed doing nothing. When anyone spoke to her, there was no reaction. It was as if they were talking to walls. She heard them, but nothing made sense. She didn't even know where she was. She tried to say how she felt, but she would start sobbing even before she started - the other person could barely understand her speech. She tried writing, it helped but her sobs would make it hard to think. Every time she took the pen, one sentence would be enough to get her back to square one. This entry of hers had taken a week ... and yet she couldn't convey how she felt.
Her aapi flew her back to New York the very next morning of the betrayal. It would have been harder for her to see him around. But her aapi wasn't the only one worried for her. Dilshaad was in touch with Zeenat, she called thrice a day to ask about Zoya. She felt somewhat responsible for this state of hers.
Asad always eavesdropped on the phone conversations, he was worried too. But he was in a similar state. He would barely eat, barely speak, and barely care about being clean. He still didn't know how things had happened. He didn't have the courage to face his family anymore. He was disappointed with himself. It disgusted him. He too would spend days on his bed doing nothing; nobody disturbed him nor did or say anything to him - except Tanu. She came in every so often few days back, until Asad screamed at her and asked her to leave him alone. He wondered whether she was the same girl he'd known forever? She didn't seem like it. But he barely thought of her, all he thought of was Zoya, and his ammi's words.
x-x-x
Dear Diary,
I don't know what happened. I really don't. I swear I didn't want to hurt her; I can never sleep with another woman. And if I can't remember what happened then how can I be physically fit to sleep with another woman. Ya Allah, I ask for a miracle ...please show me the path. Show me what went wrong. Bring us back together, if I'm not at fault.
x-x-x
He didn't know who to confide to, it seemed as though he lost everything in one go. His world had been destroyed.
Although Dilshaad was extremely worried for Zoya, and couldn't forgive Asad, he was still her son and she was worried for him too.
Ya Allah, why does it seem as though Asad can't comprehend what happened? He created this mess, and he's the one who is devastated by it too - how is it possible? Why did he do it when he knew the outcome? I have ignored him for a week... but I need to know what's going on. If he's at fault, I will get him married to Tanu. I can't believe my son would repeat the same mistakes as his dad, my worst fears came true. Allah, what situations have you created, please prove us wrong and don't repeat history. And most importantly, give my children strength to fight their battles.
How was it? Should I continue? Do comment!
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