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"ya allah.. asad toh poori tarha se badal gaye hai.. woh har ek cheez ab kar rahe hai jo vo kabhi nhi kar sakte the.."

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Back at Siddiqui Mansion:

Ayaan runs into his and Humeira's room and looked around if anyone was following him. Finding no one, he swiftly closed the door and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Kya hua Ayaan? Aap itne pareshaan kyun lag rahe hain?"

Ayaan was brought out of his trance by Humeira's sweet voice. "Nahi Humeira kuchh bhi toh nahi! Main pareshaan kyun hone laga? Waise bhi yeh toh khushi ka mauka hai na? Nuzhat ne tumhe good news diya ki nahi?"

Humeira's eyes brightened immediately. "Usne toh kaan ke paas cheekh cheekh kar mere kaan ka parda kharab kar diya hai Ayaan! Main bohot khush hoon Ayaan... Asad bhaijaan aur Zoya bhabhi kitne khush honge... nahi? I'm so happy for them!"

Ayaan smiled widely at her response... even after knowing Humeira for all his life he would the question that how did she become maamu and mumani's daughter out of all people in the world still baffled him... "Haan bhai toh bohot khush lag rahe the jab meri unse baat hui thi! Waise Humeira mujhe tumhari thodi madat chahiye thi..."

"Haan boliye na!"

Ayaan brought out the photo. "Humeira actually maine bahar deewar pe ye photo dekha... par ismein se kisi ko pehchaan nahi pa raha hoon. Aisi tasvir kyun rakhna jisme kisi ko pehchaana hi nahi ja sake... isiliye tumse poochna chaahta tha ki kyat um isme se kisi ko pehchaanti ho?"

Humeira looked at him questioningly. "Ayaan... pehle aap mujhe ye bataaiye ki aapko in sab mein dilchaspi kab se hone lagi? Aur aapne photo ko wall se utaara kyun? Mujhe wahan le jaake bhi toh dikha sakte the aap... baat kya hai?"

Great! She had to choose now, of all times, to be quick and inquisitive. Just my luck... thought Ayaan as he tried to come up with a logical excuse. "Woh... kya hain na... tumne theek hi kaha hai Humeira begum! Maine kabhi iss ghar ke bare mein jaan ne ki koshish he nahi ki! Isiliye main apna private research kar raha hoon... iss ghar ke poore history ko jaanne ki koshish kar hoon! Au maine ye photo saaf karne ke liye utaari thi.. dhool jam gaya tha na..." he blabbered off.

Humeira was unconvinced, but decided to answer Ayaan's query. "Rehne dijiye. Aap mujhe woh photo dikhaye."

Ayaan couldn't belive his luck, the one he had been cursing a few seconds back, for a moment... Humeira actually bought that excuse?! That had to be the lamest excuse he had EVER given! But he showed her the picture anyway.

Humeira took a good look at the photo... and then she smiled. "Ayaan, aapko kisne kaha ki iss tasvir mein humare ghar ka koi nahi hai? Yeh purani aur dhundhli zarur hai lekin main inhe pehchaanne mein kabhi galti nahi kar sakti. Yeh to rahe, mere abbu!" she said as she pointed out Gaffur Siddiqui sitting in the far right end in the photo.

Ayaan was shocked out of his wits but managed to mask it with a look of interest instead. "Mamujaan? Oh shayad isiliye yeh photo yahan hai... main toh inhe pehchaan hi nahi paaya tha! Main ye rakh ke aata hoon. Thanks Humeira!"

Ayaan hurriedly left the room again to hide the photo somewhere safe... somewhere no one could find it. This new revelation by his wife had set his mind racing... agar mamujaan aur Zoya ke abbu ek hi tasvir mein hain iska matlab mamu aur mumani unko pehchaante they... Aur bhaijaan ke mutabik Zoya ke abbu zinda hain... toh mumani ko zaroor ye baat pata hoga... aur shayad isiliye woh yeh tasvir yahan se hatana chahti hongi. Lekin unhe bhi kaise pata chala hoga ki Zoya apne abbu ko dhoondhna chahti hai... woh toh usey theek se jaanti bhi nahi... aur yeh photo uske paas bhi hai... unhe kaise pata chala hoga?! Mujhe toh kuchh bhi samajh main nahi aa raha hai... agar mumani Zoya ke abbu ko jaanti bhi hai toh unki pehchaan bhi kyun chhipana chahti hai?! Mujhe toh lagta hai ki main kuchh zyaada hi soch raha hoon... shayad iss sab ka Zoya se koi lena -dena na ho... Lekin main sure bhi nahi hoon... Ayaan ran his fingers through his hain in frustration. Nahi... mujhe iss bare mein saboot ikhatta karna hoga... tabhi mujhe chain milega aur main bhai ko kuch bata paunga.

In the bazaar:

Asad and Zoya walked up to the frame shop. Luckily for them, the man hadn't noticed them coming and didn't get a chance to run for it. He was speaking to his assistant when he saw them standing in front of his shop, glaring at him. His face turned paled at their sight. A year had passed but he had not forgotten that lumpsome amount of money he had got for telling that man a simple lie. He was scared of being caught... but he masked his fears immediately. He couldn't let them get suspicious... maybe they didn't know...

Unfortunately for him, he was caught. His face had shown recognition and his eyes, fear... even if it was for a second. And that was all Asad's sharp eyes had needed to see. It was no rocket science for him to understand that the man had lied to him purposely. Because if it had been an innocent mistake he wouldn't have recognised them... which he did.

Asad's jaw clenched and he fisted his hand. All he wanted to do at that moment was to hold that man by his collars and shake him tell he spoke the truth but Zoya's presence calmed him down. He could always get the answers peacefully... if not, he had his ways.

"Ka... kahiye? Kya madat kar sakta hoon main aapka?" the man asked, hoping against hope that he was not recognised.

Asad was furious at the audacity of the man. He was still lying?! He gritted his teeth as spoke, "Pehchaana aapne hum logon ko? Der saal pehle aapne kisise paise lekar mujhse jhoot bola tha, yaad hai?"

"K...kya ke..keh rahein hain aa..aap janaab? Mai..maine kaunsa jhoot bola aapse... aur kab?"

Asad lost it. BAMM! He slammed his clenched fist down on the table and glared daggers at the man in front of him. "Aapki kismat acchi hai ki main apke umr ka lihaaz karte huye aapse sharafat se pooch raha hoon. Theek se jawab dijiye warna mujhe sach ugalwana achhe se aata hai..." he growled.

The man was at his wit's end now... if he said the truth... then that madam would come to know and he would be ruined... but if he didn't, this man would surely kill him.

"Ma...main batata hoon... batata hoon" he stammered. "Mu...mujhe aapse jh..jhoot bolne ke liye paise diye gaye the... bo..bohot saare paise... isiliye maine aapse inke abbu ke maut ke bare mein jhoot bola tha... please humein maaf kijiye... please..."

"Maaf kar doon? MAAF KAR DOON?" Asad thundered. "Aapke jhoot ke wajah se meri biwi ne kitna dard saha... kitne aasu bahaye... aur aap kehte hain ki main aapko maaf kar doon?! Paise kisne diye aapko? Agar aapne yeh baat sach sach nahi batayi toh main aapki jaan le lunga. BOLIYE!"

"Ma... main nahi bata sakta janaab. Meri jaan ko khatra ho sakta hai..." the man replied weakly.

Asad's eyes blazed with uncontrolled anger as he held the man by his collar and shook him. Zoya, who had been watching this exchange with bated breath, gasped at Asad's sudden violent action and held his arms to calm him down. "Asad please... shaant ho jayiye. Aisa mat kijiye..."

Zoya's voice had the immediate magic effect as it always had. Asad's hard breathing calmed down and he let the collar go. The man was shivering in fear now... he had to speak the truth. He had no choice.

"Meri biwi yehi hai isliye aapki jaan bach gayi... ab jaldi se us insaan ka naam boliye! BOLIYE!!" Asad thundered again.

"B..bolta hoon, bolta hoon..." he gulped. "Ye jhoot bolne ke liye mujhe... mujhe Razia Siddiqui naam ki ek aurat ne paise diye they..."

Asad and Zoya were at a loss for words. To say that they were shocked would be a gross understatement. Razia Siddiqui?! What did that despicable woman have to do with them?! And that too with Zoya's father?!

"Ye kya keh rahe hain aap?!" Asad asked.

"Main sach keh raha hoon janaab... mujhe yeh kaam karne ke liye Razia Siddiqui ne hi paise diye the... yakeen maniye! Mujhe unhone kuch nahi bataya ki yeh sab kyun karna hai par unhone hi mujhe yeh karne ko bola tha! Please aap mujhe chhod dijiye... please!" the man begged.

"Theek hai..." Asad sighed and turned around to leave with Zoya, with her still holding on to his hand tightly. They had never been so taken aback before... Razia Siddiqui?! Why?!

Unbeknownst to the couple and to the man who had just confessed his crime, a keen pair of eyes were watching them from a distance... The owner of those eyes sighed... It was time now.

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