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THE MUSIC BOX.
Zoya stared at the musical box in her hand. How had it broken? Who had mended it? Why was this, the one she chose for herself, when she gave Humeira the intact one of the two she had?
She opened it slowly. The music had never ceased to give her happiness and a sense of peace throughout her quest for her Abbu. It had always reassured her. Then why was it that her heart felt empty now? What was she yearning for, after finding what she had set out for?
Destiny had finally been good to her. Her Abbu had been her mission ever since she knew he existed. And she had pledged to herself that she would not rest until her pursuit was rewarded. And rewarded she had been, in the most unusual stroke of fate. She had not found him; he had reached out to her. That too when she had been lost in a strange city, with the memory of the past few months evading her. She was lost, and she had been found; by her Abbu.
He had stumbled on her in the yateemkhana, when he noticed the music he had created for her years ago. It was beautiful, like a fairytale. The only missing chapters were the memories of those past few months.
Abbu had been quick to bring her home, to an astonished family. And he had firmly established her as his firstborn...now she had a father, a mother and a sister...Yet she felt incomplete. Something was not right. Why did it feel like fate had taken away something more precious from her, in return of her childhood dreams?
Zoya ran her fingers tenderly through the tape that held the broken pieces. She knew this was not her handiwork. Someone had lovingly joined a shattered dream, accompanied her in her journey...Who was that?
There was a knock at the door, and Humeira entered. "Baaji! Ready for shopping? Ayan said he will take us."
Ayan was Humeira's betrothed. She found him very sweet, but strange. She felt he was uncomfortable around her, yet she knew he was immensely fond of her. He looked out for her, like a brother, from a distance. Whenever she tried meeting his eye, he would shift his gaze away, sadly. One of these days, she was going to ask him about it. Why was he so serious for his age?
They met Abbu on their way out, who gave Ayan strict orders to make sure no harm came to her. She often wondered why Abbu was so protective about her, as if she would be snatched away from him...a fear he did not have, regarding Humeira.
Zoya was looking through the stoles section, when she noticed a beautiful middle aged lady staring at her. She had tears in her eyes, as she moved towards her slowly. By the time she reached her, Zoya found herself responding with a smile and happiness bubbling through her heart.
"Kaisi ho?"
"Achhi hoon"...and with that she had embraced her in a motherly hug.Zoya felt a part of herself returned to her already...
"Aunty..."
"Phoophi bulao beta..."
"Baaji...", Humeira hurried towards her. She gave an apologetic smile towards the lady she had just called phoophi.
"We have to go, Baaji...", was there a hint of guilt in her voice?
"Wait, Humeira. Aunty knows me."
She turned eagerly towards her...
"Ghar aao, Zoya"
"Jee... Aap mujhe jaanti hai?"
A nod of head accompanied with the most sincere smile she had ever seen...a smile that looked like a rainbow brightening up the restlessness she had been feeling.
She noticed Ayan walking towards them, and stopping in his tracks.
"Ayan, Main phoophi ke ghar jaa rahi hoon. Yeh mujhe achhi tarah se jaanti hai."
"Lekin Abbu...", Humeira suggested.
"Main dekh loonga, Humeira.", Ayan reassured her.
Zoya looked around as they followed the lady's car. Nothing seemed familiar to her. They reached a beautiful house, in a peaceful locale. Zoya wondered how the lady knew her.
Ayan and Humeira sat on the sofa, while Zoya looked around the house in wonder. It was beautiful. She felt some connection to the house, as if her memories were willing her to let them through. She felt a pull towards the room on her left, and she walked right in, through the door. It was a neat room, decorated in grey and black and white. Whoever lives here, does not have colours in his/ her life...she chuckled to herself.
And then she saw a family portrait..and strangely, she was there in it, hugging a girl. Phoophi was there too, and a man. A man whose eyes expressed the joy his lips refused to show. She knew him.
She had seen him before once- hardly a week back!
And it had not been a pleasant experience. She had walked in on an argument her Abbu had with this very man. She had accompanied him on one of the deals, right there in Bhopal and the argument had happened on the last day...she had gathered he was a business rival. He had turned to leave, and then noticed her. His eyes had softened on her and he had taken a stride towards her, in majestic grandeur...and she had retreated in fear. She felt threatened. Her Abbu's words still rung clear, "Mr. Khan! Those will be the last words you will have with me or any one in my family, may I remind you?"
He had stopped, loked at her meltingly, and hung his head down. And looked towards Ayan...she had not caught his expressions. When he looked at her again, she had strengthened her grip on her Abbu's arms...and he had smiled at her, weakly, sadly, and left.
Zoya gathered from Phoophi that she had stayed there as a paying guest while looking for her Abbu. So this was the missing piece in her puzzle. Obviously, she had somehow found her Abbu and this house was written off her future, since they were rival houses. But not the motherly phoophi...she wished there was some way she could meet her again.
Back at home, Zoya called Aapi to know more about this family, and received a cold response. They were far related to Jeeju, and Aapi sounded like she'd rather forget about that part of her life.
She supposed that was the practical thing to do now, since her father was not in good terms with that Mr. Khan.
Blocks away, Asad made towards his room. Ammi had excitedly filled him in on the details of Zoya's visit...how she had walked around the house like she was seeing everything for the first time. He entered his room...and breathed in...she had been here. He knew that. His room did not feel like a kabristaan tonight. An angel had blessed it with her presesnce..."Zoya..." Somehow, there was no weight in his heart any more...he knew she'd return to him sooner or later. For now, it was enough to know she was happy... and safe.
Zoya turned in her bed. She could not brush aside the image of the man she had seen that day. Or the expression in his eyes...and it filled her with excitement.
Who was he? Why did her heart leap at the very thought of him? What was he to her?
PS:
Thought I'd write something pleasant...and with a happy ending. Ths is a two shot...inspired by the BANDAGED MUSIC BOX.
And also since I have no hopes of getting an amnesia track now...😭😆
Do comment, please.😳
Part 2 will be shorter and have a happy ending...and I hope to complete it latest by tomorrow.😊
It will be just after Ramlath's post below!😆
THE MUSIC BOX- Part 2.
Zoya ran as fast as her legs could carry her...she did not know where she was running to, or to whom...but she knew she was running away...
She had accidentally stumbled in on her parent's conversation...parents? She had not heard much. Humeira's mom had never been receptive to her these past few weeks. She had hoped it would change, as she and Humeira grew closer together as sisters. But the lady had always maintained a distance from her, looked at her with contempt...
And today she had known why, when she heard her spewing venom at her mother. "Aap ne uss bazaroo aurat ki beti ko jagah thi, mere ghar mein, mere Humeira ke saath?"
Her heart had stopped at the harshness and cruelty of her words...how could a woman address another woman, that too, a mother like that?
Her Abbu was reasoning with her, at times raising his voice, sounding exasperated. But he had been firm.
"Itni hi parvah thi usski toh, kyun jaane diya, ussi raat kyun leke nahi aaye, jiss raat woh aurat mari thi? Kabhi dhoondha bhi nahi, aur ab yeh museebat khud chali aayi hai...yeh ladki humein kisiko bhi munh dikhane layak nahi chhodegi..."
She had not waited to listen to the rest of that conversation. So her Abbu had known about her mother's death, had let go of the opportunity to safeguard her back then, leaving her at the mercy of the world. She had never asked him about why he had not sought her, may be she had been afraid of just this.
She had felt suffocated at the thought and had come out into the garden, may be the fresh air would cleanse her...and a rapid volley of curses came creeping up from somewhere.
Bazaroo aurat...kahi bhi munh dikhane layak nahi...besharam...badchalan...kaun banayega issey bahu...gandi naari ka keeda...Zoya puked.
Were these echoes from her suppressed memory?
The pain and humiliation of a rejection a woman had gone through...why was it burning through her?
Her subconscious told her to run, and she had been running since then.
As the cold air hit her, she inhaled as much as she could, hoping it would wash her, purify her, lessen the weight on her heart. But it left her wanting, breathless, aching for that singular aura that would absorb her...it was him; she had run to him, back then.
Zoya continued her blind flight, she hoped it would carry her to where she belonged.
A car screeched toa halt behind her.
Zoya felt a familiar feeling of falling...this had happened to her before...dejavu.. Fate had cruelly flung her into an abyss...far away from him...
And she fell, to be gathered up by a strong pair of arms, to be crushed into a muscular chest, to be caressed like a petal... to be nursed and bandaged...she knew she was safe, as darkness engulfed her. There was no fear any more. As the last ebb of consciousness left her, Zoya enjoyed the feeling of being squeezed against him, his warmth spreading through her.
Asad stared at Zoya's toneless body. An angel had fallen from heaven straight into his arms. Broken, ready to be mended...and he was there for her this time and everytime hereafter...He would carry her, the few metres into his home- their home.
He heard a bike stop behind him, and knew it was Ayan. He came running, the joy and relief pouring out of him.
"Is she OK?"
"Of course, she is OK. She is home, Ayan." The first of the broken relations had started healing...the angel was already working her miracle.
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PS:
The idea behind this TS, as I wrote already, was the bandaged music box. The idea was that Asad would bandage all her emotional wounds. I purposely left out the truth behind Zainab's death because I had not wanted that to be the reason for Zoya finding Asad. I wanted her to reach out for him for something lesser than that.
Filing in the gaps in the story...
Zoya left distraught the night Raziya insulted her with the pics of her and Asad...and she had run away to Asad...a journey she could not complete.
She met with an accident, and was dropped off into a hospital away from Bhopal, since the people involved were kind hearted enough to get her medical help, but scared of the consequences.
In her hurry to slip out that night with Ayan, before the exposure, she had taken only one belonging- the music box. Ayan had promised to get her the rest of the stuff, like in Thursday's precap. (Phew! Had to fit the music box in!😆)
As she recovered, Zoya knew why she was here in India, and was trying to retrace her last months, and planning her future, when Gaffur found her in the Yateemkhana.
Asad had stopped talking to Ayan and that was why Ayan felt so guilty. He had made a promise to take care of her, and had failed...he had wasted precious time in verbal battle with his family, before informing Asad. And he had lost Asad's Zoya, even when she came back as the daughter of the family.
The night the lovers reunited, Ayan checked in on Zoya, and noted her missing quite early..and alerted Asad, just as he was reaching home. Asad sped in the direction of SM and came across Zoya who had reached near by then.
I know Part 2 might look too rushed, after the slow pace of part 1. That is because there are many chapters gaining momentum in between, leading to Part 2...where Zoya meets and starts falling in love with the enemy of her father!😉😆
Hope U guys enjoyed it...😳
Thank U all of U for the lovely comments and appreciation.😊
Originally posted by: MisHumptyDumpty
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