{AsYa OS | I'm NOT Going to let That Happen!}

I'm NOT Going to let That Happen

-By Afu

Hello lovely people! I decided to write an OS this time. I know it has been almost a month since I updated my SS, but I just came back from holiday or bootcamp rather (not literally).

I'll update as soon as I can, pinky promise😃.

Oh and please ignore any and every mistake, I don't proofread😉.

So this story starts after Zoya knows that Gaffur is her father and has moved to SM. Asad is really angry at her for leaving him a day before their Nikaah. Also, Gaffur does not know about AsYa relationship.

Location: Siddique Mansion

"Zoya beta, I have to tell you something. You will not say no to your Abu, will you?" Gaffur was over the moon when he had found out that Zoya was his daughter. She looked just like her mother, her personality was similar to her mother too. The one thing he did not like was her dressing style.

"No Abu, I won't refuse. Go on." Zoya replied. She did not like it here. Her stepmum hated her, the only people who actually spoke to her were her Abu, Rashid and Ayan. She missed her Phuphi, Tamater and her Mr. Khan the most.

"Zoya, I have noticed that you and Ayan are quite friendly with each other. I was wondering if you like him." Said Gaffur.

"Yes Abu, he is a nice gu- boy. Why?" Zoya was physically there, but mentally at the Khan Mansion.

"I think you have come to age, and as I missed your childhood, I want you to stay with me. Ayan lives here, so I thought we would get you married to him. You just said that you like him and even Rashid likes you. We'll start your Nikaah preparations tomorrow." Gaffur informed her.

Zoya was zapped. What about Mr. Khan? True, he hated her now, but that was just anger. She was sure he yet loved her.

"A-Abu, Nikaah? So early?" she did not want to refuse but did not even want to get married to Ayan.

"You are 25 no Zoya, no arguements. I have made the decision bas." Gaffur left. He did not want to be parted from his daughter and so Ayan was the only option.

Location: Khan Villa

"Asad, I really think you should wait. I am sure Zoya will be back, she just needs some time with her Abu." Dilshad tried to make her son see sense.

"No Ammi. If she wanted to come back, she would have stayed until the Nikaah. I would have let her go, and she knows that. I am getting married to Alifiya next week and thats final." Asad would not listen to anybody. He had met his classmate a few days ago, and was now ready to marry her.

"Ammi, we all know how much Bhaijaan loves Zoya and how much Zoya loves Bhaijaan. I don't even like Alifiya! Should we tell Zoya?" Najma was distraught, even she could not understand why Zoya had left them.

"Hmm, good idea. I'll call her tomorrow morning." Said Dilshad and they both retired to their rooms.

Next morning-

Today was Ayan and Zoya's sagai. Everyone was super happy except Razia, Humeira and the couple themselves. No one had asked them, they were just told.

On the other side, Dilshad and Najma also prepared for Asad's engagement half-heartedly. Dilshad called Zoya as soon as she got time. Zoya was elated to hear from her Phoophi, but upset after she heard about was Asad was about to do.

Tears threatened to fall, while her throat went dry and her voice croaky.

"Phu-phuphi, my Abu is making me marry Ayan. I don't know how to say no to him. Phuphi, I think this is what was planned for us. I am so sorry."

Zoya was Dilshad's last hope. Dilshad did not have the heart to tell Najma at that time. Dilshad did not want to tell Asad at all, but little did she know that Ayan had already told him.

Asad slouched on his settee with his face buried in his hands, hiding his tears. No words could describe how much pain he was going through. Love had betrayed him again, he could not give it another chance. He was right, love was a non-existing, stupid thing after all. It just made you crazy, making you happy in the beginning and then punching you in the face.

His heart was craving to be with Zoya's, his arms aching to have her in his arms. His heart was telling him to not marry Aliya, and wait for Zoya but as usual his rational side won. He knew he had time to refuse, but then again, his brain was stronger.

Zoya was going through the same torture. Only unlike Asad, her heart was stronger. She decided to confront her Abu that day. She was always given freedom to do what she liked as long as it was allowed in Islam. She hated this over protection. The one person who she allowed to over protect her was her one and only Mr. Khan.

"Abu, I need to speak to you. May I come in?" she asked politely.

Gaffur nodded and asked her to sit down next to him.

"Abu, I don't want this Nikaah." she blurted, it was not what she had planned in her head.

"What? I am sorry beta, but we cannot break this Nikaah. We can postpone it if you like." He told her bluntly. He wanted Zoya to stay in the same house, even if he had to force her into marriage.

Zoya nodded, "No thanks, let it be."

She had held back her tears there. Why did not her Abu understand? Why did she even find him? Everything was fine before, she had a loving Ammi, a cute little sister and an over protecting and crazy in love would-be-husband. She gave them all up for this man, who did not even care for her feelings.

Next week on the day of both the Nikaahs:

"Wow Zoya, you look gorgeous!" praised Nikhat.

Zoya was wearing a red gown chosen supposedly by Ayan, but she knew that only her Mr. Khan could choose that dress. She remembered him telling Mr. Bhatawdekar that she looked her best in red. It was ruffled at the bottom, like the gowns princesses wore. She certainly felt like a princess when she was with Asad. Her hair was tied up in a bun and chains were all over her head. Her makeup was done by Humaira as she thought Zoya looked best with a natural look.

Humaira, Nikhat, Nuzhat and Zoya had become great friends the past week. At first Humaira did not like Zoya getting married to Ayan, but she yet adored her Aapi since the day she had helped her on the day of her modelling competition.

"Yes Aapi, you look magnificent! Oh Aapi! How I wish we had grown up together!" Humaira sighed.

"Aww! Thank you! Humaira, now I am here to stay, don't worry." Zoya faked a smile, she was not at all happy. She kissed Humaira's forehead, she actually kissed the air as she had lipstick on.

At that moment Shireen came upstairs to call the girls downstairs as a few guests were already there.

"Wah! Meri hone waali bahu kitni sundar dikh rahi hai! Humaira, Nikhat, Nuzhat chalo niche. Mehmaan aagaye hai." Shireen was looking really pretty herself with her unkempt hair was tied into a neat bun and she was wearing her favourite colour, green.

Zoya did not blush. She had not even blushed when the girls teased her about Ayan. There was no love between them. They were just Mona and Rabert to each other, partners in crime.

"Um, Phuphi? Can Humaira stay upstairs with me for a while?" asked Zoya, she had a great idea.

Shireen nodded and left with Nikhat and Nuzhat.

"Ji Aapi?"

"Humaira...I cannot do this Nikaah."

Asad's Nikaah was in fifteen minutes. For some reason he had this little ember of hope in his heart. Hope that Zoya would return to him somehow. He wished that Zoya had never found her Abu, atleast before their Nikaah. There was no use crying over spilt milk now, he had to start afresh with Aliya whether he liked it or not.

He sat on the couch with Aliya next to him, but separated by a translucent cloth as the Maulvi started reading the verses of the Quran.

"Mohotarma Aliya Sheikh, kya aapko Asad Ahmed Khan se Nikaah Qubool Hai?"

Aliya smiled and replied, "Qubool Hai."

It was Asad's turn now, "Hazrat Asad Ahmed Khan, kya aapko Aliya Sheikh se Nikaah Qubool Hai?"

Asad hesitated, he suddenly was not very sure. Aliya looked at him and smiled to assure him but he was too lost in his thoughts. He was asked the same question twice.

"Qu-Quboo-bool-"

"NAHI HAI!" a voice screamed, panting, she was just in time.

Everyone was stunned, but Asad's lips automatically turned into a smile. His Zoya was here, his heart was right.

Zoya ran into Asad's arms, sobbing. Asad reciprocated the hug, how his arms ached to hold her the past week.

Zoya broke the hug and stepped back, "Mr. Khan, I am really sorry but I don't think I can see another woman take my place in your heart or anywhere. I broke your heart last week, but I am here to mend it. I don't want me to regret this fifty years later when we both celebrate our anniversaries on the same day with different people. If you say no now, I don't think I will ever forgive myself for going away, but I will have this assurance that yes, I tried. My Abu wanted me to marry Ayan because he wanted me to stay in the same house which is actually supposed to be my home. But home is where the heart is and my heart was always here. Here is where I got genuine love, with no blood relations. Even after knowing that I was the daughter of your biggest enemy, you wanted to go ahead with the Nikaah. I love you Mr. Khan and I am really sorry."

Asad had tears in his eyes. How could he say no to the angel standing in front him begging for forgiveness? He had to think about Aliya too, he couldn't just leave her like that.

"Asad, if you are thinking about me then please don't. I had noticed that you were never happy and always wondered why you wanted this Nikaah so early. I have seen the love you have for her in your eyes and she just said that she loved you. It takes a lot of pluck to run from your wedding, if I were you I would have agreed and would be saying Qubool Hai to Maulvi Sahab now." Said the ever so understanding Aliya. She had longed for and believed in love strongly. She certainly could not steal it from someone.

Asad got the assurance he needed and enveloped Zoya into a passionate embrace. He picked her up bridal style, her arms yet wrapped around his neck, and placed her on the couch carefully. He sat next to her and draped the translucent cloth between them, keeping their hands entwined.

As the Maulvi started reading the verses, they were interrupted again by the Siddiques' and the other Khans' along with Zoya's Aapi.

"ZOYA! WHAT IS THIS?" Gaffur bellowed.

"I am sorry Abu, I cannot marry Ayan. I love Asad with all my heart and soul and I am going to marry him no matter what YOU say." Replied Zoya while Asad's heart melted hearing this.

"Zoya, I told you. You are going to marry Ayan."

"Well then, I have no other choice than to break all my relationship with you. I cannot call such a heartless person Abu. I was a Faaruqi and now I am going to be Mrs. Asad Ahmed Khan. I was never a Siddique and never am going to be one. I am my Aapi, Jiju and Phuphi's daughter, Najma's elder sister and now am going to be Mr. Khan's wife. I have no other relation, you can leave if you like."

Gaffur was speechless. He asked his family to leave along with him, Ayan and Nikhat stayed back for the Nikaah.

"Dilshad Bi, lets hold on to Zoya. Kya karein, she's a run away bride. Though Asad is already holding on tight." Zeenat joked, looking at Asad and Zoya's entwined hands.

"I will not run away this time Aapi. I am happy that I did those last two times." said Zoya looking at Asad.

"Mohotarma Zoya Faruqi, kya aapko Asad Ahmed Khan se Nikaah Qubool Hai?"

"Qubool Hai."

"Hazrat Asad Ahmed Khan, kya aapko Zoya Faruqi se Nikaah Qubool Hai?"

"Qubool Hai."

A/N: Ok, this was not supposed to be so long, but couldn't help it. I thought of it in the shower😆.

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