I had this in mind from quite some time...there will be two parts (hopefully, don't want 2 drag) to the story. I am writing this becoz I am fedup of Billo and I want some action.And some spoiler said that Asad will marry Tanveer..so I built up on it. This update is sort of emotional ...which is not my forte..bt I tried. I will shake the Billi till each of her hair(oops fur) stands on her back in the next installment of the story.
I will go with billo in the title as it sounds derogatory.(Muaaahhhaahah!)
Pardafash of Tannu : The Ultimate fall of Billo
An Asya TS
Zoya stood shell shocked at the threshold of the Khan household. The ground seemed to slip beneath her and the air suddenly seemed stifling. And then as if to seal her doom, Asad again uttered the words that tore her soul and knocked the life breath out of her.
'Ammi, mei Tanveer se nikaah karonga.'
Each word of his sentence was a piercing stab to her heart. She felt the blood drain from her face as she realized that life had played a cruel joke on her. Again.
Earlier that day, she had felt ecstatic. She had hurried from the airport leaving her luggage that she could collect later, wanting to throw herself in her Mr. Khan's arms and surround herself in his warmth. She wanted to assure him and herself that he was hers and only hers and that Tanveer had trapped him a web of her lies. Then she had devised a hundred methods on how to kick Tanveer out of the house, laughing at how stupid each method sounded.
And yesterday when she had almost lost her life, though she had saved herself miraculously, she felt that Allah was on her side. It was Allah's indication that he wanted her to live and get her share of happiness. Asad coming to Ajmer of all the places in the world and his sincere confession wasn't just luck at all. It was destiny.
And now she heard from Asad what she wanted to hear but with her name in it. That he wanted to marry Zoya. Not Tanveer.
And then it hit her. The finality of his words sunk in her hollow soul. He was marrying Tanveer. No. Tanveer won. No. She lost. She lost her all.
And then she ran. She ran to the place where it all started.
Zoya collapsed into the empty dargah. Her limbs were screaming at the torture and her eyes begged to be relieved of their burden. She wanted to cry. She wanted so badly to scream herself hoarse. She wanted to stop the way her heart constricted painfully in her chest.
'Aapke dil mei seena nahi pathar hai Mr. Khan.'
'Seene mei dil hota hai Ms. Farooqui.'
'No. Stop it. Stop it.' she whispered, her voice thick with her unshed tears as she frantically clutched her ears in desperation, trying to block out the sudden torrent of agonizing memories swimming in her mind.
His hand wiping away her tears as he assured her that still looked beautiful with her scar. The pain flashing in his eyes as he saw her burnt hands. The way he held her when, when she found her Abu was dead, silently comforting her, letting her know that he would always be there no matter what.
Each memory was a lick of flame to her ravaged soul, scarring her, burning her and destroying her completely to ashes.
A burning shriek was clawing its way up to her throat. She let the screech rip through her, her eyes finally releasing the tears they had dammed. She broke into heart rendering sobs as she gripped the mattress of the dargah. She hunched over and let the tears drown her in the black abyss that she Asad's last words had thrown her in. Soon her eyelids turned heavy as she let sleep take her away from the chasms of sorrow in her life.
Her eyes opened weary, fighting to prise themselves open. They finally did and Zoya opened her eyes to see...nothing. All she saw was bleak, dark blackness. And then she perceived a faint light from the corner of her eye. It was taking a vague form that seemed very familiar. And then she knew.
'Ammi!' she cried out as she made out the faint yet distinct outline of her mother's lovely face. She tried to grab the tendrils of light that enveloped her mother's figure but they evaded her.
But her Ammi...was dead, her mind reasoned. Did that mean she was also dead? The fact that she was dead did not scare Zoya. She was already long dead on the inside. She wanted nothing more than to vanquish her life which had lost its meaning.
She looked at her Ammi's radiance wanting to lose herself forever and leave the world. But her Ammi shook her head, confusing Zoya. She saw her say something though she could not hear the words. She tried to make out the words she mouthed.
Fight...love?
Before she could ask her, her light started dimming as she started fading away. Zoya panicked. She tried to frantically catch her light that slipped from her fingers. No! Her heart screamed. Don't leave me.
Don't!
And she fell back into the abyss.
She flinched when she felt warmth hit her face. Her eyelids flew opened as she gazed around herself disconcertingly. The blackness no longer surrounded her; the presence of her Ammi was not there. The last rays of the afternoon sun, streamed through the window of the dargah. She tried to recollect her dream, trying to remember what her Ammi had tried to say.
Another beam of light hit her face and she turned to face the wall and shield her face. The beam now hit the wall she faced, illuminating an inscription, from the many inscribed on the wall.
Jo chahat hai usko paane ki taakat dena;
Jo kismet hai usko Qubool karne ki himmat dena
She read the verse on the world, unthinkingly. And suddenly her mind caught with what her Ammi had been trying to say.
Fight for your love.
Zoya looked at the verse again and connected it with what her Ammi wanted to say.
Asad was her chahat, her one true love, wasn't he? That meant he was her Kismet as well. And then she joined her Ammi's words.
Fight for your Love. Fight for your Asad.
An electric jolt ran through Zoya as she sat up and cleared her mind.
Asad was her chahat, her kismet. Not Tanveer's . Wasn't that the reason that she was alive even after facing death so many times? Wasn't that what Allah had been trying to prove to her all along?
She had lost her beloved Ammi and Abu. But she was helpless at that time.
Not now.
She was not helpless now. She had the love and protection of her Allah Miyan and her Ammi. And she would take strength from that and fight. She would fight for her true love.
Zoya wiped her tears as she found a strange will within that gave her the strength to stand up. She had fought before and she will fight now. And this time she will win.
Zoya stood at the entrance of the dargah as she let the divine power seep completely within her. She silently promised herself that the next time she visited the dargah, she would not be Ms. Zoya Farooqui.
She would be Mrs. Zoya Ahmad Khan. And with that firm promise, Zoya marched off to reclaim her Kismet.
PS - If you find anything illogical, ignore. I just stiched together what I had in mind and made a khichidi...i hope it's tolerable.
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