AsYa FS: Real love stories never have endings - last part up! - Page 3

I remember reading this !

Originally posted by: MisHumptyDumpty

isnt this a re-post of yours? next part puulllezzeee

This is something different 😃

Zoya married to someone else then pregant then her husband is dead 🤪

I guess d confusion will be solved in d next part 😉

update soon ⭐️

Awesome...:-)

Nice chapter, I'm trying not to get to into this story because its only 4 chapters.

Okay!

"Many of us spend out whole lives running from feeling with the mistaken belief that you cannot bear the pain. But you have already borne the pain. what you have not done is feel all you are beyond the pain."

- Saint Bartholomew

Chapter 2

Asad entered his house, tired - physically, mentally and emotionally. He saw his mother, Dilshad standing in the kitchen while his younger sister, Najma sitting on the couch in the living room, watching television.

He had always thought that Allah had wronged him and his little sister by taking away their father when he was only seven and Najma was just a baby. His father, Rashid Ahmed Khan, was a reputed businessman, a loving husband and the best father a child could have. He worked hard to provide for his family but also always had time to spare and spend it with them. His life was cut short when a drunk driver had hit his car one evening when he was returning home from office. Immediate death. For a child, there was nothing worse than being told that his father was not coming back.

He had thought that life had been unfair to him. He never had the opportunity to enjoy his father's presence and guidance in his life. How strange it is, that every human being perceives his/her own misery to be the greatest sorrow. Now, as Asad looked around his home, he realized that he had a good life. He had a family. Unlike many others. Unlike Zoya.

*flashback*

"Only that my husband is dead."

Silence.

It was so unexpected that Asad could not even mask his shock to her statement. Dead. Her husband was dead. She was pregnant. Ya Allah!

"I am very sorry, Zoya. I shouldn't have asked you anything. It's not my place. I apologize if I hurt you. I didn't mean to pry at all." Asad tried to salvage the situation.

Zoya shook her head at him. "Its fine, Dr. Khan. It was just an innocent question. You couldn't have known. I did write Married' in the forms. I guess I am trying to lie to myself, still and making myself believe that he is not really gone." she let out a humorless laugh.

It was painful to hear that.

What could you ever say to something like that?

Asad cleared his throat and said, "Um, Zoya, since I am not a gynecologist, you will need to set up an appointment with an OB/GYN. I can refer your case to one of my colleagues, Dr. Anita Walia." at Zoya's nod, he continued, "She will probably take a blood test and ultrasound and will be able to tell you details about how far along you are and-

"Five weeks", Zoya's whisper interrupted Asad.

He looked at her, gave her a small nod and cleared his throat again, "Well, and about your due date and such. In the meanwhile I can prescribe you some prenatal vitamins that you need to start taking." He scribbled some names on his prescription pad and also wrote down Dr. Walia's contact information, "I'll talk to Dr. Walia today and inform her about you. If you could only call her set up and appointment with her?"

Zoya nodded at him and took the paper from him. After thanking him, she was about to leave when his voice called out, "Take care, Zoya. Maybe your family will help you. You won't be all alone."

Without turning back she replied, "I don't have any, Dr. Khan."

*end of flashback*

Asad was brought out of his trance by Najma's voice, "Asalaamu Alaikum, Bhaijaan."

"Walaikum Salam, Tamatar."

He proceeded to greet his Ammi next, and then went to room to freshen up.

Dinner was uneventful, which was a normal affair in their house. Najma chattered about her day at college and asked a few questions about Asad's day. Everything, every thought about the day brought him back to Zoya - her innocent face, her tears and her loneliness.

As Asad lay down in the bed for the night, his mind kept going back to their meeting today. All the little things made sense now - why she had come over to a free clinic (she obviously did not think to schedule an appointment with an OB/GYN), how scared she looked, why her marital name was making her agitated.

Asad could not understand why he felt her pain the way he did, why did he want to comfort her - take her in his arms, protect her. Working at the clinic, he had encountered numerous people in wretched situations, situations that were worse than what Zoya had found herself into - human misery came as a package deal with being a doctor. But why did his mind kept chanting her name? Zoya, Zoya, Zoya Zoya Zoya...

***

It had been a few weeks since Zoya had found out about her pregnancy. Her estimation was correct about the timeline of her pregnancy. How could she have been wrong when the moment was so clear in her mind? Her last moments with him.

She had met with the OB/GYN soon after. Dr. Walia seemed like a nice lady. She had made Zoya feel comfortable. Without pitying, Dr. Walia had provided Zoya with information about all the cautions she needed to take and had repeatedly asked Zoya to call her if there was ever an emergency or if Zoya needed someone. But Zoya could not shake her mind off of the thoughts of Dr. Khan.

Asad

Why did her thoughts keep going back to him? She had bigger things to worry about that her infatuation with the doctor! What was she going to do? She had no one. Her only family was gone. Atif was gone. Her muse was gone. Her friends would undoubtedly support her but was it the same as having your partner? No, it never is.

Zoya had met Atif Nasser at a workshop for Creative Arts when they were both twenty two. Zoya had been volunteering at the workshop, gaining experience and skill on top of her degree in photography. Over shy smiles, coy looks and stolen glances, they had found each other gravitating towards the other. After seeing each other every day over the course of the workshop, finally one day a very nervous and stammering Atif had asked her if she wanted to join him for coffee. Zoya had heartedly agreed. She still remembers the moment vividly.

*flashback*

Zoya was nervous. She had seen the boy make a move towards her. They had been steeling glances for a few days but neither of them had been bold enough to take the first step. Untill now.

"H-Hello. I am Atif. Atif Nasser. I saw you the other day here." She could tell that he was equally nervous. But boy he was beautiful. Soulful. Hazel eyes, ruffled hair, slight stubble, lean body and a nervous smile. Zoya internally swooned.

She gave him a timid smile. "I am Zoya and um, I saw you too."

"You are beautiful." He blurted out and his eyes widened cutely.

Zoya blushed and accepted the compliment. After a few silent moments, Atif shifted on his feet and said, "I'd like to know you, Zoya. You are something else, someone special. Would you join me for a coffee, please?"

*end of flashback*

Slowly, they had opened up to each other.

Atif had revealed to her that he was an orphan, raised by a kind foster family. He had graduated from college, majoring in music. He had big dreams and a very soulful voice to back up those dreams. His charm and genuine smile had rendered all of Zoya's defenses useless.

In return, she had found herself telling him her stories that she had never felt the need to tell any of her friends. She had opened up about never getting the chance to know her father, losing him when she was a baby. Her mother, Zainub had remarried when Zoya was seven. She could never form a good relation with her stepfather. And when her had mother passed away when Zoya was seventeen, it had strained Zoya's relation with her step- father and they did not talk to each other anymore.

Zoya and Atif had bonded over the loss of loved ones and over taking on the world on their own. Without them even realizing themselves, they were not so alone anymore. Falling for each other had been easier than breathing. He had become her muse, her inspiration in life.

And rest as they say, is history.

And now, even their relationship was history. It was all gone and once again, Zoya looked at the world, alone.

A fire was all it took.

*flashback*

The doorbell rang and it was past midnight. Zoya was upset and angry. Atif was late, he was very late in coming home. All set to give him a piece of her mind, she was shocked to see a cop outside her door.

"Mrs. Nasser?"

"Y-yes?"

"I am sorry to inform you, but your husband's studio caught fire and he was inside."

Zoya's body had gone numb. Words like "loose wires" "only person inside" "identify the body" registered her mind. Her world was reeling. The world around her titled and shifted angles. She could hear someone calling her name. Everything seemed to be fading.

She realized too late, it was her body giving into the pain. She had collapsed.

*end of flashback*

Zoya shook her head and cleared the morbid memories of that night and the countless nights that followed. How was it that she was alone, yet again?

Not quite alone this time, Zoe, a small voice from the back of her mind said. She touched her stomach tenderly. Yes, not quite alone.

A/N: Here is the next chapter!

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