SS- (CAGED!) Chapter 5: let me go...page 20 - Page 3

Brilliant start... Looking forward to the next update Soup...

itna achha kaise likh leti h aap ??? ...
wondersul it is ...each n every word has its charm ...luvd it ...
mujhe pata nhi chala ki aapne ss likha h ...:-( ...
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Loved the beginning...
N loved the intro...
Loved the chapters too...
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Now will you pm me when you update???

Beautifully Written!!..👏

What an absolutely brilliant start! You're a great writer 😳

Yay! I am loving all these stories around this current track. Writers on the forum are doing a far better job than the writers of the show!😎

nice

Dear readers,

Thank U all for the amazing response...🤗

I am not sure what your expectations are...😳 and I am fine with however Gul writes Zoya...just that I felt this is how Zoya would respond if she looked at lives of the women around her.

(This is a slightly more serious view of Zoya than she is in the show.)

Hmmm...Some comments were in favour of Asad😆...which is fine...because at the end of the day, my sympathies are with him too😳...that is precisely why I did not give him a Mangalpur...😛

Story so far:

Asad comes to take Zoya home, on the night of Nikhat's nikah, and she goes with him silently.

Shelter me under your wings

Finally they were on their way back home. There were no formalities to be done tonight...the family wanted to call the qasi and discuss the matter thoroughly, now that the wedding was over, and they'd move towards it slowly. He had not cared much. All he wanted was, Zoya safely back with him.

Asad glanced at Zoya. She looked fairly healthy, except for her tiredness, probably from today's function. She had not reacted the way he had feared. There had been no tears, anger, accusations...none of that. She had looked quite peaceful when she saw him in the room. But something had been missing. Even when she looked at him and spoke, it felt like she was looking right through him...addressing someone behind him- "Shall we go, Mr. Khan?"- in a toneless voice. He hoped it was the tiredness.

He had been taken by surprise by the display of emotions at the farewell...his father, his grandmother...both of them had blessed her and hugged her. Ayan's Ammi had been profusely thankful. Even Ayan's Maamujaan had come up to the door and blessed her, "Allah tumhe khush rakhe, bitiya...". She had smiled brightly at him. May be Zoya changed people. Of course, she did.

Ayan had insisted on carrying her bag to the car, and Humeira had let her go with a last hug, "Hum aapko bahut yaad karengey, Baaji..." .

Zoya had smiled weakly and replied, "Thank you for being there for me. Have a happy life, Humeira. We will be in touch, of course..."

Asad glanced at Zoya. She had been silent through the drive, her face turned towards the window. He had wanted to pull over for a night coffee, but she seemed to be asleep, probably.

He asked her softly, "Would you like to eat something?"

"Huh? No, thanks..."

And she drifted back to semi- sleep.

Zoya was back to her thoughts. She tried to focus on the positives. She did not have the energy to think about her future. So, she concentrated on the past few weeks.

She would miss Humeira and Ayan and their talks late into the night. Stories about their childhood, their Zingo Hotties...Badi Bi, her dost...and she'd miss Humeira's Abbu. She remembered how they had kept a distance initially...but Ayan had entrusted her with a speech Siddiqui Uncle wanted typed, for a talk in the Islamic University. He had been pretty impressed by her speed and accuracy...and ever since, he had had a soft corner for her. They had spent quite a few hours, focusing on religion and its impact on today's youth.

Zoya came back to reality as the car stopped. They were at the Khan Mansion now.

Dilshad was at the porch, welcoming her with a beaming face, strung with tears. She allowed herself to be lost in the warmth of the only mother she had known for a long time.

She ushered her into the house, and seated her at the dining table. Mr. Khan entered with her bags and proceeded towards her room.

Phoophi went ahead with filling her plate, and Zoya realised she had not eaten anything tonight. Still, she was not feeling hungry. She started to protest, when Dilshad started feeding her with her own hands. She wouldn't take her eyes off her face- silent tears acknowledging relief at finally having her home.

Zoya did not realise when or how finished the whole plate, simply staring at Phoophi and smiling- her first real smile in ages, perhaps...still, there was a sharp pain stabbing at her heart. And she was afraid to look in the direction of the man who had joined them later...this was a dream she had cherished ages ago, and now when it came true, she could not explain the unnamed fear gripping her heart.

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Zoya dried her hair and looked around her room...it was strange. She felt like a stranger in this house, yet her room felt like her own...she felt safe, after a long time.

Dilshad peeped into check on her. Zoya was lying on the bed staring at the roof, looking very lonely and distant.

She quietly went near her, for a good night hug. She had missed her sunshine girl a lot. She sat on the bed and leaned towards Zoya to gently pat her to sleep.

After a few minutes, Zoya stopped staring at the roof, and turned towards her,

"Phoophi, can I be your daughter forever? Will you take me?"

" Of course, Zoya...you will always be my daughter..."

" NO...I meant...Can I just be your daughter..."

Dilshad understood what Zoya meant this time. The slight desperation in her voice, combined with the slow determination in her eyes told her how deeply Zoya had been affected. How this experience had changed her. All she could do was hug a lost little girl and reassure her.

She had no idea how her son would ever cope up with this. He had counted days, hours, minutes...living like a corpse...until his soul was returned to him. And now to know that very soul did not want to be a part of him any more...she herself could not bear this.

She looked at Zoya's angelic face... sleeping, hugging her. May be time would heal her...help her forgive what she wanted to forget...she hoped so.

PS:

Hope you guys liked it.😊

Pls read the small note on page 5, since I could not reply to each comment.😳

Esp U, Ankiewa.😉😆