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Part 19
Zoya turned to her right and switched on the lamp on her bed side. She looked up at the clock on the wall which showed 3 in the morning. She had been tossing in her bed for about half an hour now. She did not feel sleepy at all at the moment. For the last two days she had done nothing other than lying uselessly in her bed. Sarah didn't let her out of her room even for a minute. She got up and picked up her laptop from her study table. She logged in to her facebook profile.
"Hmm 8 new friend requests."
She checked all of them one by one. The first five were from strangers. She rejected them right away. The sixth was from a girl she had recently met at a book fair. She accepted it and moved to the seventh one. He was a guy from her college who creeped her every time he looked at her. She ignored it and moved to the eighth and the last one. An inexplicable feeling took over her as she looked at his name, Asad Ahmed Khan. Without thinking she moved the cursor to "confirm" but then she thought about the way he had left. Her anger took better of her and she moved it towards the "not now" button. She just couldn't bring herself to reject his friend request but this didn't mean she had to accept it. She contemplated about what to do for some time. Frustrated at herself for not being able to make such a small decision she logged out. She decided to watch the episodes of her favorite serials she had missed in the past few days. As she waited for the video to load, she opened her facebook profile again. She kept looking at his name for some time and finally accepted his friend request.
Asad had just come back from the hospital really tired. His first day at Kings had been eventful as well as tiring. Before going to sleep he logged in to facebook to check whether she had accepted his request. He was disappointed to see that she hadn't. Back in Mumbai it had never occurred to him to add her. Besides he didn't use any social networking sites at that time. It was different now. His only medium to contact his friends was the internet now as he couldn't call them all. Just when he was about to log out, she accepted his request. His heart leapt with joy. Without wasting a second he messaged her.
Asad: "AOA"
Just a few seconds after she had accepted his request, she received his message.
"Allah Miyan! He is online."
Zoya: "WAOA."
A: "Wassup? What are you doing so late at night? It must be bout 3 there."
Z: "Nothing much. Just thinking about how should I curse you for not wishing me a proper good bye."
A: "Err you were not conscious."
Z: "Wrong. You came when I was asleep."
A: "So how are you?"
Z: "Fine."
A: "What are you doing?"
Z: "Nothing."
A: "How is Najma?"
Z: "Fine."
A: "Okay I am sorry. What do you want me to do?"
Z: "Stand up."
A: "Okay."
Z: "Hold your ears and say I am sorry Zoya twenty times."
A: "Errr okay."
Z: "Make a video and send it to me."
A: "We can video call."
Z: "No. I want the video."
A: "So after you receive the video, will I be forgiven?"
Z: "No. There is more. Make another video. For the whole day tomorrow apologize in different ways every twenty minutes and record it. Send that one too. Then only I will think about forgiving you."
A: "Aye Aye captain."
Z: "So how is your new college?"
A: "Its a whole new world..."
They kept on chatting till sunrise at Zoya's end. Suddenly she realized that Ammi would be up any moment now. She quickly bid adieu to him, switched off her laptop and pretended to be asleep. She felt contended and happy after talking to him properly after so long. Why wouldn't she be happy? After all she had just talked to her best friend.
Zubair Faruqi's secretary entered his office and informed him about a call she had received from Rashid Ahmed Khans P.A. Rashid Ahmed Khan was interested in a meeting with him. Zubair had no idea why he wanted to meet him, nevertheless he told her to set up a meeting with him.
Later that day when Zubair walked into the conference room he saw an immaculately dressed man which he assumed was Rashid Ahmed Khan. Rashid stood up when he saw Zubair approaching and extended his hand for a handshake.
Rashid: "Rashid Ahmed Khan. May be you have heard about me. I am Asad and Najma's father."
Zubair shook his hand and replied.
"Zubair Faruqi. Yes I know but I think if this meeting is about your children, you better solve whatever problems you have with them without involving any outsider."
Rashid: "Oh huh no. This is not about them. I just said that for, you know, just an introduction."
Zubair: "Strange way to introduce yourself when you are the owner of one of India's biggest private construction companies."
Rashid: "Ah the construction company yes, that is what I need your help for."
Z: "Excuse me? Oh have a seat please."
R: "I have heard you are basically from Lucknow."
Z: "Yes but how do you..."
R: "I have my sources Faruqi Sahab. Lets get to the point. We are planning to build a commercial city in Lucknow. It is an unexplored market for such ventures as of now. Now the hitch is getting hold of land in our preferred locality. This is where I need your help. Let me offer you a deal. You help us buy that land. The cement we will use shall be bought from you and finally you will get 40 percent of the profits."
Z: "Thank you for your offer Mr. Rashid. I will let you know about my decision."
R: "I will take your leave then. Think about it Zubair Sahab. Its a win win deal for both of us."
Zoya: "What? You met Asad's father Baba. What is he here for?"
Baba: "Yes I met Asad and Najma's father. I have told you about the deal he offered."
Z: "Yes, but there are so many other people from Lucknow he could have contacted. Why us?"
B: "I have no idea but this could be profitable for us."
Z: "What about Najma and Asad. How will they take it?"
B: "Well this is what I am bothered about as well. I feel may be he wants to mend ties with his children."
Z: "Why now all of a sudden?"
She continued when he just shrugged his shoulders.
Z: "Well you should take it as any other professional deal and don't discuss it at home. After this is over he would be gone for good. Should I tell Asad or Najma about this?"
B: "I don't think that would be a very good idea."
Z: "Okay then... what was that sound?"
B:" I think it came from your room."
Z: "Allah Miyan what is wrong with my brothers. They just don't let me live in peace."
She got up and left for her room where a mess created by Humza awaited her.
"And where exactly are you going?"
Zoya spoke as she blocked Hummads path.
H: "Not that it is any of your business but I am taking Najma to the library."
Z: "Ahem ahem. Somebody was really busy with his project an hour ago. I have no time Zoe. Your ice-cream can wait."
H: "That was an hour ago. Besides she has some important work to do. I was going to meet my friends anyway so when she asked me to drop her I agreed. Besides somebody was really happy last night."
Z: "How dare you spy on me?"
H: "Well its not called spying if you are laughing out so loud at three in the morning with your voice reverberating in the whole house."
Z: "Now you are exaggerating."
H: "Well yes but it was loud enough to reach my ears."
Z: "Whatever! You still owe me that ice-cream. You lost the bet. India won."
H: "Changing the topic, are we? Well I still don't get it, why talk to your friend at 3 in the morning."
Z: "Allah Miyan, what is wrong with you Hammad? It was because of the time difference."
H: "Psht! Its just a 4 and a half hours time difference baby sis."
Z: "You were going somewhere."
H: "Wanna tag along?"
Z: "No thank you very much. You go to the library and study."
H: "I am taking Najma to..."
Z: "Duh! Now that is what I meant peabrain. Take Najma wherever you were taking her to. I still don't believe you are going to the library."
H: "Think whatever you like."
As he left she smiled at his back and thought to herself.
"He left his project for her. This project which is going to get him his most coveted internship. Zoe yar this is actually getting serious."
It had been three days since Zoya had not talked to Asad. He was never online. However he had sent her the video she had asked for. At first she laughed her head off at his antics. When she watched it again she found it cute. She thought of showing it to Najma to share a good laugh with her but then decided against it. She had no idea why but she wanted to keep it private, between just the two of them. Whenever she switched on her laptop to have a chat with him she ended up watching the video again. She had lost count of how many times she had watched that video. She even had it in her cell for some time but deleted it for the fear of anyone else seeing it as her cell was a public entity with her brothers.
Seven months later:
Rashid relaxed on the sofa and exclaimed.
"This has to be one of the most successful deals of my career and for this I have to thank you Zubair, my friend."
Z: "Huh! No Rashid. Rather I should thank you. You were the actual mastermind."
R: "I think its time I should tell you why I came here in the first place."
Z: "Finally. Well I have been wondering for a long time. I think I do have a fair idea though. This is about your children indeed, isn't it?"
R: "Well yes."
Z:" I don't think your interference in their life now would be a very good idea. This is what they would say. Personally, I consider both of them my own kids and I wouldn't want them to get hurt. Its better to let things continue as they are."
R: "Hear me out yaar before judging me. How can I forget my own kids? All this I have now is for them only. I did commit very grave mistakes in the past but I have been suffering due to that for a very long time. How can I forget my only son?"
Z: "Only son? I heard you have another son too."
R: "Ayaan is not my son Zubair. He is my wife's son. Shirin, my wife was my childhood friend. Her boyfriend deserted her when he learnt that she was pregnant. I was facing financial difficulties at that time and had taken a loan from her father. I couldn't even pay my childrens' school fees. My wife worked at a small hospital and this is how our household ran. I had grown up in a poor household with so many unfulfilled desires. I didn't want my children to face the same. Money does solve lots of problems, you see. The only choice I had was to strike a deal with her father. I married her to give my name to her child. In return he waived off the loan and helped me start my own business."
Z: "What about your first wife?"
R:" I thought she would understand but when I asked her to let me contract a second marriage she opposed me so vehemently that I had to keep my second marriage under the wraps. I know what I did was wrong but when I realized my mistake it was too late. When I told her about it she decided to leave me. I loved her Zubair, I really did. After she died I decided to put all my energies into giving my children what I never had. I don't know why but they kept drifting away from me. They wouldn't take anything I sent them. I let them live where they were happy but now I have realized if I don't do anything now, they wouldn't come back to me ever. Help me please."
"The party is for Baba's friends to celebrate his successful partnership with I don't know who. I don't get it why you both are putting so much effort into getting ready."
Hammad commented as he leaned against the door of Zoyas room.
Z: "Its none of your business. Let us get ready in peace."
H: "Huh! Okay. By the way Tamatar you look pretty and Zoe you look scary."
He swiftly moved away before the shoe Zoya had thrown in his direction hit him.
N: "It has been so long since we had a function at college. By the way most of the functions have been boring after Bhai has left. It has been so long since I last talked to him."
Z: "Yah he doesn't call, and we don't have his number. He doesn't come online too often either. Esa bhi kiya busy ogaya."
N: "Lets go downstairs. Aunty is calling."
Najma couldnt believe her eyes. There right before her eyes stood the man she had detested and yearned for at the same time all her life. Other than the greying hair, which gave him an even more handsome look, he hadn't changed much. She was really ambivalent seeing her father after so many years. On one hand she felt like running and hugging him leaving behind everything bad that had happened till date. On the other hand he hated him for doing whatever he did to them. She wanted to hurt him as much as he had done to her mother.
As his eyes fell on her, Rashid couldn't take his eyes off his daughter. She had her mother's eyes and had grown up into such a beautiful young woman. His feet started moving towards her on their own accord. When he approached her, she stood staring into his face; he just didn't know what to say to her.
R: "Najma."
N: "Assalamualikum Sir. I am sorry I don't know you."
R: "Beta I am Rashid Ahm... your father."
N: "You must be one of Uncle Zubair's business partners. Welcome to our place. I hope you have a good time at the party. Please excuse me."
No she wouldn't tear up or cry in front of him. She wasn't weak. He didn't deserve to be called a father. Tears flooded her eyes as she turned and walked away from her father.
She went to her room and locked it. Crying, she drifted into an uneasy sleep.
After the party was over and all the guests had left, Zubair sat in the TV lounge when Hammad walked up to him.
H: "Baba."
Z: "Yes?"
H: "I am leaving for Delhi day after tomorrow."
Z: "Why?"
H: "The internship I told you about."
Z: "Oh that. For how long?"
H: "A month."
Z: "So Do you need money?"
H: "No. You know what Baba, I am the only one who got selected from among the hundred other students from my college who applied."
Z: "Very good. This is going to be very crucial step in your career."
Hammads face fell at his reply. It wouldnt have killed him if he said that I am proud of you son. This kind of endearments were never meant for him from his father's side.
Z: "Anything else?"
H: "No."
Z: "Well, in that case we should call it a night now. It's late."
H: "Huh yah. Good night."
Z: "God bless you."
As Zubair got up and moved towards his room Hamza came running to him. He picked him up and kissed his cheek. He showed his drawings to Zubair which he praised animatedly.
Hammad watched the exchange from a distance. Zubair had never showered his love on him ever like this. True that he never let down any of his demands and fulfilled all his wishes but there was a certain kind of aloofness in his demeanor with him. He shook his head and chided himself for his stupid thoughts. He was more vocal with Zoya probably because she was a girl and Humza received all the affections because he was the youngest one.
Sarah sat down on the bed and said.
"I don't think it was a very good idea to call him here. The poor girl was so shaken seeing him in front of her after all these years."
Zubair: "What irks me is the fact that he still doesn't feel that he did anything wrong. Money doesn't make up for a parents affection at all. Kids have emotional needs too."
S: "I find it so strange that you are saying this. Isn't this what you have been doing to Hammad?"
Z: "Don't compare me with Rashid. I took in a parent-less child into my home and raised him as my own. Its just that I can't forget that I almost lost my daughter due to him. I just can't forcefully feel affectionate towards that boy."
Hammad who had come to give Zubair's cellphone to him, which he had forgotten in the lounge, stood frozen to the ground outside Zubair's bedroom. He had stopped to listen to their conversation when he heard his name. The cell phone fell from his hand. The voices from inside continued.
Sarah: "For God's sake Zubair. He was just eight at that time and it was not his fault."
"You Chor! Hammad why did you steal my chocolates?" Zoya spoke in an agitated tone as she walked up to Hammad. He didn't answer. The voices coming from her parents room shook her world. She saw the cell phone fall from Hammads hand. She came back to her senses as she saw him rushing out of the house.
Precap
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