AsYa SS- Autumn To Ashes ❤️ Complete - Page 12

Originally posted by: A.Hajnal

Very interesting...I cant even think of what happened between them, to them to make them what they are now...up-date soon...😊

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Originally posted by: NAVI55

I simply love ur writings...which i found by chance, LUCKY ME

Awesome start can't wait to read more. Quite suprised that dilshaad doesn't like zoya...U have got me hooked.👍🏼

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Chapter 3

MY DECEMBER

"What condition?...fine I will do anything you want me to."

"You don't have to do anything."

"Then?"

"Its just that if the doctors ask……I wont get my blood tested!"

He stood there breathless for a moment.

"What?"

"Yeah…."

"But……"

"Life is all about taking risks." She said casually.

Ayan couldn't believe her words, this wasn't the Zoya he knew. She was so different, so caring. For whom his brothers pain was death, how could she……. He trails off. He didn't have time to think of any of this. He had to take a decision…..

"Fine…. I don't have a prob with that!"

"Your final answer?"

"Yes."

"Then go get going…..you have to coax the dockie!"

Ayan nodded before rushing back.

- - - -

"What am I doing here?" She thought to herself.

Lying there parallel to him in another bunk, with their vessels connected by tu=iny tubes transferring her blood into him. She knew there was no problem with her blood, she just got it checked before leaving Turkey, but now she wondered why did she put up that condition in front of Ayan anyway.

'May be seeing them in affliction somehow helps me reduce my anxiety, but this isn't so…..if it is then why am I here saving his life when he once ruined mine. I shouldn't be here…..he doesn't deserve my sympathies.'

Her heart again struggled to fight with her sane mind.

'You don't need to do this.'

'I know.'

'Then why this generous act?'

'he would have died.'

'Why do you care?'

'I don't.'

'You are lying.'

'I am not.'

'How could you Zoya? How could you even after what he did to you?'

'I would have done it for anyone in his place.' Her heart fought back.

'But he is not anyone.'

'I know……he is a no one.'

'Hahaha you are such a liar, such a loser.'

'Nooo!'

'You still feel for this freaking rascal.'

'Shut-up!'

But it didn't……the taunting increased and increased until she could take no more.

Her eyes flutter open and she turned to look at Asad, who was peacefully unconscious, with his breathing leveled but the bandages made him look so weak and breakable. She clenched her fists and teeth.

'I hate you Asad….i hate you!' she muttered with her heavy heart and sour eyes.

After which she made several attempts to distract herself but it seemed impossible being in the same room and not think about him.

For a moment she wished to be in his place and die there instead. But she didn't want him to die.

'Curse you Zoya!'

The next half hour was very difficult for her as it is for everyone fighting with his/her inner self. After it was over she ran out of the hospital, even when the doctor advised for a little rest. She wanted to feel free, her own self was burdening her. Happens…..when you are in love and you hate it.

- - - -

"So you did the honors of donating the blood to Prince Williams?" Neha, her best friend, almost shouted on her.

"Get over it Neha…" Zoya said sluggishly, slumping on the couch.

"What do you mean get over it? Who mar nai jata….they would have arranged it anyway….. tumhe kia zarorat thi….."

Zoya kept silent.

"What got into you girl? Yak dum Mother Teresa Banane ka khayal ku a gaya?" Neha was nowhere near calming down.

Zoya heatedly got to her feet.

"Enough….. we are not going to discuss any of this…not him in any case…period! If you still feel like jumping on the few nerves im left with….i am outta here!"

Neha gawked at her, then finally rolling her eyes said,

"Okay fine…..sit….Khana tu kha ke jao."

Zoya thought of something then sat down again.

"You have changed." Neha couldn't stop herself.

"Thanks……that helps a lot."

"Anyways…..did you go home?"

"Yeah…to put my stuff."

"And then..?"

"Nah!"

"Why not?"

"Don't feel like."

"So where do you plan to stay tonight?"

"Hospital…dad-a ke pass."

"They will also be there?"

"So what….i am not scared of 'em"

"How is he?"

Zoya suddenly looked startled.

"Who?"

"Your Dad-a who else?"

"Oh him….no better." She said hopelessly.

"I wish he recovers soon…"

Zoya sighed. "Me too….."

- - - -

Ayan, Najma and Dilshad sat on thee couch, Asad was now shifted in the ward. He was still under sedation. Najma got up and settled near Asad on a stool, she took his hand in hers and started caressing its back tenderly.

"Mom….its better………we don't tell him……at least unless he gets better." Ayan whispered in Dilshad's ear.

She nodded thoughtfully. "Even I don't plan to tell him……will convey this to Najma too."

An hour passed Ayan and Dilshad left for homw leaving Najma there with him. The weather was still bad; she took out her cell phone to check the weather report on the radio……. She tuned in; a channel catches her attention, she unknowingly started listening to the RJ and then couldn't change…..

'…………..jo dil mein baste hain, unhen mehsoos karna fitrat hai, ku ke who humarey wajood ka hissa hotay hain, aur apne wajood mein honay wali har takleef, har dard aur har ehsaas ko mehsoos na karna mumkin nahi hai…..koi unjaan bane tu who alag baat hai……

Ragon mein daurne wala khoon ka are k katra is chahat ki gawahi denay ke liye tayar hota hai….Zuban sath na de tu aur baat hai…

Par jab zuban bhi sath denay lag jaye, tu samajh len ke dilon ke raste humwar honay walay hain…..'

(Tranzlation:- Those who reside in our hearts; feeling them is nature; because they are a part of our existence. And its impossible not to feel every pain, every grief and every….now what do we call ehsaas in English?...ignoring purposefully is a different thing….

Each drop of the blood running in our veins stands up for this affinity….. if words don support; it's a different thing…

But when even words come out, then be ready because soon the hearts will pave their way…)

Her eyes shoot up at Asad, she gazed at him for a long time, diverse thoughts running in her mind at the same time. She felt some movement in him; his lips part in an attempt to say something, she nears in to hear properly what he was trying to say.

"Zzz…zoyyya…" he croaked weakly.

Najma stopped dead, the RJ's voice starts echoing in her ears. She suppresses her lips….

'Are these some signs? Could it be? Again?... is this what fate plans?...' She trailed off from her thoughts.

"Bhai jaan?" She whispered.

He gradually opened his eyes.

"Tamater?"

"Yeah…tamater." She giggled and sobbed at the same time.

- - - -

Zoya parked her car in the porch of her house. She had to come to change clothes. Her eyes instinctively fell on a huge sized bouquet lying next to the main entrance. She flitted towards it.

'Must be for dad-a…' was the first thing that came to her mind.

She took it inside; she realized they were white tulips; her favorite flowers and her favorite colour. She frowned and took out the white envelop tucked in between the tulips.

And suddenly the sky fell on her. She gaped at the envelop which had the number '57' printed on ne side in bold and a 'Welcome Back' in hand written form….. a strong gale of memories blurred in front of her eyes.

She tore the letter open and started scanning it from top to bottom. As always the damn thing was written using an old typewriter with a broken 'd'.

Hi dear!

You don't know how good it was seeing you after these blocks of years. It somehow felt that someone just blessed me with a new life..

These seven years without you were so meaningless, so incomplete and so dark. I finally feel alive now.

You left back then without answering my question, this time I wont let you do so. Take it as a warning or a threat…I don't care.

Always yours,

………..

"What the hell?" She exclaimed throwing the bouquet away in fury; she then started dialing Neha's number furiously.

"Zoya?" Neha picked up after a few rings.

"Neha…..where the hell is this damn cousin of yours?" she almost barked.

"Who?...kis ki baat kar rahi ho?" she hesitated for a while sensing the alarm.

"That moron Akram….who else?"

"Oh him…..he's in Spain for the last four years…..but why do you ask? What happened? Everything okay?" Nahe got curious.

Zoya was filled with confusion.

"Spain?... Then how the hell ………….does he know………. I am……. Back?" She stammered.

"What?...that's impossible….there is no one here to tell him…but….did you………..?" she fearfully trailed off.

"Got that filthy thing again……" she felt her voice coming from a deep well.

"No! That……….. that cant be…"

Zoya was too flabbergasted to answer her.

"Wait…where are you? Let me come…."

"Don't bother…." Zoya cuts the call. Pressing her temples hard; She ran her finger over the side of her neck, then flicked off the perspiration. She was sweating when the room temperature was 16 degrees. Paranoia swept over her; she knelt down on the floor throwing her head in her hands….her body felt completely drained out of blood. She couldn't help but flinch.

"Please not again." She yelped.

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The end of chapter 3.🥱

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my brain is trying to process soo many things with this single update.😆 how many twists will u add to this😃 first of all Zoya gave blood to Asad despite she being angry with him. and Asad uttered her name. Whats with Dilshad that she hate Zoya soo much? and whats with Akram? is he a stalker? and most importantly, what had happened between ASYA?

Awesome up-date...Zoya has a stalker...😲Cant wait to find out what happened in the past...Up-date soon...😊