Inferno-A FF by Arabflower. Chapter 19 page 36 - Page 12

Title: Inferno

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction adapted and based on other works of fiction .I only hold the copyrights to my imagination

Characters: Asad / Zoya / OC (Other Character)

Genre: Romance/ Drama

Summary: Love is ignited and so is anger, but when the latter stirs the former suffers. Both emotions create and both destroy but for how long can one blame their love for their anger.

Authors Note (A/N): This does not follow the Current Track and Characters will be slightly OOC (out of Character)

WARNING: Mature content ahead, reader discretion is advised so basically readers under 16-ish...look away...

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CHAPTER 15

His eyes were closed, head resting against the back of his chair, tie loosened and body relaxed. Asad Ahmed Khan was one of those beings that were able to look gorgeous even while he slept and in this state his subconscious mind began fantasising.

The morning rays of sunlight danced across his muscular build, his vision dark and his nude form entwined with the lithe form of another. They were joined in the most intimate way, their bodies merged into one. He felt something brush against his cheek; it was a set of soft lips which were now making their way from his left cheek, down the left side of his neck and across his chest. They had travelled again from the contours of his muscular chest to the right side of his neck, nipping and biting his flesh gently, driving him wild with each passing moment. He felt a soft breath tickle his skin as a voice whispered Good Morning Mr Khan' into his right ear. His Zoya's voice was magical but his vision remained dark (as though he was blindfolded or had closed his eyes), he was letting her have her way with him and felt himself harden slightly as his body responded to her seductive ministrations her lips captured his, he flipped them over so his frame was atop of hers. His hips began grinding into her, impaling her with his arousal; her moans of pleasure were clouding his judgement and he felt himself edging closer to his release, her hands roaming across his back, her nails digging into his skin as she pulled him closer to her, her legs wrapped around his waist controlling the intensity of his thrusts. She was nibbling on his earlobe, arching her body closer to him; he felt her soft breasts press against his wall like chest. He knew she was close, he could feel her walls tighten around him and it was at this point the darkness had left his vision. He gazed upon the woman of his dreams, her face contorted with pleasure, eyes closed and lips parted, moaning deeply. The sight alone was capable of sending him over the edge...

The knocking of his secretary had pulled him from his daydream and Asad Ahmed Khan was furious. He opened his mouth to yell at his incompetent staff but the look in the eyes of his secretary told him that the disturbance was merited. So growling angrily he motioned for them to call in whoever dared to disturb him.
He expected a business associate or someone from his staff but not Gaffoor Ahmed Siddiqui. The moment he laid eyes of the man who destroyed his life, his anger increased. He clenched his fists in anger, poised and about to lash out at the man who plunged his world into darkness, but something stopped him. The Gaffoor Ahmed Siddiqui that he knew was ruthless, powerful and proud but the man before him looked hopeful, sad and desperate. Sure he had Gaffoor Ahmed Siddiqui's face but at this point he was not the Gaffoor Ahmed Siddiqui at whose presence the whole of Bhopal trembled. If Gaffoor Ahmed Siddiqui was troubled, Asad Ahmed Khan was no fool to remain calm, there was a storm brewing beneath the surface threatening to destroy his life once again, Asad could see the reflection of the storm in Gaffoor's deep blue eyes and he could not believe that his life was going to be destroyed all over again. He hated the Siddiqui's with a passion; he hated them and everything that came from them. Sure he was civil to Humaira but that was only because of his siblings Ayaan, Nikhat and Nuzat.

Asad had rose from his chair, and was ready to throw the man who humiliated his mother out of his office but what the man had said shocked him to the core

Siddiqui: "I am sorry."

Asad stared at him, absolutely sure that he had misheard. There was no way, in God's good name that Gaffoor Ahmed Siddiqui was standing in his office and apologising to him.

But before Asad could question God's good humour, the man before him spoke once again

Siddiqui: "I was wrong, I shouldn't have broken your family...maybe that's why my family is scattered, the price my family paid for my deeds was to costly..."

Ok, the man was making NO sense, as far as Asad knew the Siddiqui's had a perfect life, they had every luxury money could buy, the respect of Bhopal's society and heck, they even took his family away from him, so whatever the Siddiqui patriarch wanted Asad Ahmed Khan will make sure he never got. But if anything, Asad was curious, curious as to why a man who widely proclaimed to vehemently despise him and his family, the same man who would go to great lengths to either avoid or insult his mother... So after so many years of indifference, humiliating Asad's family and pain caused by the Siddiqui family members what changed? Did they think that Asad would forgive and forget...absolutely not! They caused Asad and his family immense pain and now when their deeds have caught up with them, there is NO way that Asad is going to make things easy for them.

So he kept his gaze on Siddiqui, while his hand was itching to press a button, summoning his security team so Asad can have the satisfaction of throwing the man before him out of his office and his life.

He was about to press the button but the next words that left Siddiqui's mouth completely threw Asad for a loop.
Siddiqui: "I apologise for the pain I have caused, after all, my daughter's happiness depends on this... And I will do anything for my daughter..."

Asad stared at him confused, the man was behaving oddly and if Asad didn't know any better he would have assumed that the man was genuinely sorry for what he did, but to use his daughter Humaira as a tool in his weird game was sick and twisted. No matter what happened, Humaira was innocent and for her father to use her as an excuse to justify whatever the hell he was doing in Asad's office was inexcusable, you see Asad was convinced that there was a plot afoot and was therefore livid that the man before him could commit multiple sins and use his daughter as justification. Asad opened his mouth to say something, to yell and curse Siddiqui loudly but it seems that there was no chance for him to get a word in as Siddiqui continued to speak, irrespective of Asad's pending outbursts.

Siddiqui: "Now that we are related, I don't want my daughter to suffer...I was hoping that you could do this much for your father in law?"

Father in Law??? Ok...the man has officially lost it. There was NO way that Asad was going to marry Siddiqui's daughter. The whole of Bhopal knows that Gaffoor Ahmed Siddiqui has only one child, a daughter, HUMAIRA and for Siddiqui to offer her up as a trade for Asad's forgiveness was downright sick, because Asad knew, from what Nikhat had told him and from what he had seen, that Humaira had loved his younger brother Ayaan, heck she was even engaged to Ayaan. Asad moved to throw the man out for even suggesting that he marry anyone other than Zoya, but clearly Siddiqui had more surprises in store for Asad

Siddiqui: "If not for me... Then for Zoya?"
Upon hearing Zoya's name leave Siddiqui's lips, Asad became livid, he grabbed the man by his collar and shouted
Asad: "Don't you dare! Don't you dare take her name!"
Siddiqui: "If a father doesn't take his daughter's name then who will?"

It took a few moments for Siddiqui's words to sink in and then Asad felt as though someone had just pulled the rug out from under him. He WAS married to Siddiqui's daughter...he married the daughter of his worst enemy...he fell in love with the daughter of the very man who humiliated and destroyed his Ammi. At that moment he hated himself, he hated himself for ever loving Zoya, he hated Siddiqui for destroying his family once again by being Zoya's father and he hated Zoya...he hated her for being HIS daughter. He glared at Siddiqui and resorted to an age old tactic... When faced with news that is unbearable... make it untrue

Asad: "You are lying...You're lying! There's NO way that someone as sweet and pure as Zoya could be related to someone as vile as you..."

Siddiqui: "Asad...It's a well known fact that Razia, my wife, gave birth to my daughter Humaira..."

Asad: "yes...but what does that have to do with?-"
Siddiqui: "All in due time... Now, you are well aware that my wife is a very cunning woman..."
Asad: "Of course...Cruella DeVil is a tellytubby compared to your wife..."
Siddiqui couldn't help but laugh at that... It was something that Zainub would have said and therefore he knew that being married to Zoya was a very good influence on Asad, Asad was one who would never crack a smile or make a joke, yet here he was with humorous comparisons about Razia.

Siddiqui: "So what is your opinion about Humaira?"
Asad: "Well Humaira is sweet and innocent...she wouldn't hurt a fly..."
Siddiqui: "You say that, yet you also admit that my daughter Humaira is also the daughter of a vile woman like Razia, you do not hold Humaira in contempt because of her parents so my question is...why do you hold Zoya in contempt?"

Asad stared at Siddiqui, how on earth did Siddiqui know that he hated Zoya for being Siddiqui's daughter? Before he could ask the question, Siddiqui had answered it for him
Siddiqui: "call it father's intuition...now do you Asad Ahmed Khan accept my daughter Zoya as your wife?"

Asad: "I accept Zoya as my wife... But there's NO way in hell I'm letting you anywhere near her, for me Zoya has NO father and it will stay that way. She doesn't know that you are alive and quite frankly she gave up searching for you so why should I hurt her by bringing up old memories just for you? A man who abandoned his daughter? A man who can't get off his high horse and go against his reputation to find his own daughter?"

Siddiqui: "I did search for her, I DID NOT abandon her! I searched until one day I had found her, I found her a day after she left my world forever... I was too late... But I consoled myself with the notion that she was safer away from me... Had I accepted her as my child and raised her as I should have, my wife Razia would have killed her...like she did to my love, to Zainub..."

Asad, being the sceptical sort, did not believe a word of it. He knew that the Siddiqui's were masters of manipulation and there was NO way that he was going to let them hurt his Zoya. He smugly turned to Siddiqui and said

Asad: "Proof...what proof do you have."
Siddiqui: "I have not one, but two..."
Siddiqui then reaches into his pocket and pulls out the sphere-like music box, the twin of Zoya's box causing Asad's eyes to widen with shock. The second thing he presented was the necklace he was wearing around his neck. There was a square silver locket attached to it, the face of the locket held numerous Arabic inscriptions leading Asad to correctly believe that it was some sort of Taweez, hanging next to the locket was a diamond ring. Siddiqui then opened the locket and the music from Zoya's music box had filled the air, Asad went closer to the locket to see what it contained and was surprised when he found that one side of the locket contained a picture of a younger Siddiqui with his arms around Zoya's mother Zainub, the other side was a split picture; the top half was a sonogram picture and the bottom was of Zainub holding an infant in her arms, an infant that Asad recognised immediately as Zoya. Asad stares at the locket for some time, his eyes seeing the locket and its content, his ears hearing the music filled air but his mind refusing to believe what was before him. Asad moved away in disbelief, he then let out a frustrated cry, his ego not letting him accept the fact that maybe, just maybe... Siddiqui was telling the truth. Something immediately struck Asad...Zoya's mother. Was it Zoya's mother's skeleton at the doll Factory? If it was then Rashid Ahmed Khan was both an arsonist and a murderer and Siddiqui...well if he was right about the skeleton then Siddiqui had got his own wife murdered and there was no way Asad was going to let Zoya know that her father is such a despicable man, that will only hurt her...she'll be shattered.
Asad:"Zoya's mother...you killed her..."
Siddiqui: "I did not kill Zainub; I'd rather die before I raise my hand on her..."
Asad: "But that didn't stop you from killing her..."
Siddiqui: "they say that a girl will marry a man like her father, Like you Asad I too put my trust and faith in the wrong person...yes I know about Tanveer"
Asad stared at him and waited for him to continue
Siddiqui: "I had married Zoya's mother Zainub in New York but was tricked by my own father into returning to Bhopal, he had already fixed my marriage to Razia and he pressured me into marrying Razia. I had made it clear to Razia that I love and belong to Zainub only, a fact which she had initially accepted, but when Zainub had come to Bhopal in search of me, Razia had lead her into a trap. A trap planned by her and my father, they paid your father to set the doll factory alight in guise of claiming for insurance but in actual fact they were using it to hide a double murder. Your father was innocent, like me, he fell prey to Razia's evil plans. The factory burnt down with Zainub's corpse still inside, but somehow Zoya survived. My father and Razia placed her in an orphanage while Razia blackmailed your father into leaving you and your family using Zainub's corpse as leverage. By the time I found out where they had taken my daughter, Zeenat and Anwar Faarouqui had already adopted her and took her away to New York. I knew that If Zoya remained in Bhopal then Razia would have surely killed her so I let go of my daughter and gradually I forced myself to forget about her, for her own safety. But now the truth has been buried long enough and since I have come face to face with my Zoya again, I need to get Justice for her and her mother. I have told Humaira the truth and she is excited about finally meeting her sibling. Humaira, Rashid and I are working together to trap Razia and we need your help..."
Asad: "why should I help you? You claim that this is the truth but all the proof you have is a music box and a few pictures...there is NO WAY I'm going to let you get close to Zoya... What if 17 years ago you killed Zoya's mother and now all you are trying to do is get closer to her so you can finish the job you left incomplete all those years ago? Why should I believe you!?!"

Suddenly a voice had spoken from the doorway, a presence that had gone unnoticed by both men for quite some time, Dilshad Ahmed Khan had stood in the doorway of her son's office and marvelled at his love and protectiveness over Zoya but the same love and protectiveness was taking the one thing which she had craved most away from her...her father and Dilshad will not allow that, so she voiced her decision, knowing that NO matter what...Asad will never go against her.
Dilshad: "Because he is Zoya's father..."
Asad stared at his mother in disbelief
Asad: "Ammi...you can't possibly believe him?"
Dilshad: "I do believe him, had Humaira not told me already I would have never believed it myself..."
Asad: "Ammi...you knew? And you believe that this man won't manipulate Humaira so that he can get what he wants?"
Dilshad: "Asad, Humaira proved her sincerity to me and by extension she also proved her father's. Think about it Asad...if you turn Siddiqui away know and Zoya finds out that you knew who her father was, didn't tell her and took away from her what she craved most she'll hate you forever..."
Asad contemplated his mother's words and reluctantly agreed with her. He begrudgingly accepted Siddiqui's apology but decided to keep an eye on him, in case his inner sceptic was right and Siddiqui was trying to kill Zoya.

Siddiqui walked over to Asad and embraced him. The hug lasted for a few minutes, only adding to Asad's awkwardness. Once they broke apart, Siddiqui had removed his necklace and fastened it around Asad's neck
Siddiqui: "this necklace and locket was given to me by Zainub, the ring is the same ring I used when I proposed to her. Only Zoya and her husband have rights over these, so I pass the locket and necklace onto you, my son in law, and if you wish you can either give this ring to Zoya during your Nikaah or at the birth of your first child..."

Asad accepted the gifts and opened the locket. He stared at an infant Zoya and vowed that he will get justice for her...no matter the cost.

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Najma Ahmed Khan was happy, everything she wanted had happened. Zoya was her Bhabhi, her Bhaijaan was happy and her mother got a wonderful Bahu who loves her more than life itself and to the untrained eye, their lives seemed perfect. Only those who were privy to the suffering of the Ahmed Khan Family knew that they were barely holding on to their happiness. Their happiness hung by a thread which was inextricably linked to the happiness of the new daughter in law, Zoya and right now Zoya's happiness was a mere pretence therefore the happiness of the Ahmed Khan Family was also pretence. Everyone had put on a happy facade for baby Maahir, who was busy in his crib being cooed over by his Aapi Zoya. His smile and happiness had reached his eyes, unlike his Aapi's who looked solemn but put on a forced smile for the sake of her nephew. Najma was watching them from the doorframe, food for both of them in hand as she smiled sadly at the scene before her and she knew that Zoya was close to her breaking point and the reason why she hasn't broken down yet was because of her nephew Maahir and unborn child. Najma admired her Bhaijaan for accepting Arbaaz's child and Maahir, she sincerely hoped that Zoya's happiness will return soon because Khan Villa had been filled with tears and sadness for too long and now that it's life has returned, so should it's laughter.

Maahir had seen his aunty Najma standing in the doorway and immediately tried to get to her from the confines of his crib. Zoya had seen his face light up and immediately turned around to see the source of her nephew's happiness. Her Tamatar was carrying Maahir's baby food and gave Zoya her trademark smile. Zoya stared at Najma for a few moments and could not believe that this was the same girl she had met nearly three years ago. Najma had grown into a confident, vibrant and determined young woman everything that Zoya represented and Zoya was extremely proud of her Tamatar. Najma had done everything to prove Zoya's innocence, she was a younger sister to Zoya, at this point Najma was the only person Zoya felt absolutely at ease with. With Dilshad there was still the subtle fear of being abandoned, with Asad there was mixed feelings she could either forget everything and embrace him or she could hate him for all that he had done to her. Right now, her loyalty to Arbaaz was preventing her from making an unbiased decision, she needed to mourn her late husband but she can't ignore the facts that Asad is trying to rebuild her life, even though he was partially responsible for destroying her life. One thing hasn't changed though, Zoya still had feelings for Asad and this added to her guilt, she felt guilty because here she was carrying Arbaaz's child, mourning Arbaaz's death and she was busy having feelings for Asad, even though Asad was her legal husband, religiously she was still Arbaaz's widow, she was carrying Arbaaz's child and yet she was kindling feelings for Asad. Asad had really stepped up; he wholeheartedly accepted Maahir as his son and was a doting expectant father. He was eager for the arrival of the new child. He had been by her side through the early stages, through the morning sickness and cravings. Asad was going out of his way to make Zoya comfortable, he had made sure all her pregnancy cravings were satisfied, he had booked the OB/GYN appointments and had even started working on a colour scheme for the nursery. When Zoya had discovered her pregnancy, she imagined Arbaaz getting whatever weird thing she craved at some odd hour, she pictured him next to her during the OB/GYN appointments and she imagined him in overalls painting their child's nursery and when she realised that Arbaaz was no more and that she was raising their child without him she began to hyperventilate. She kept seeing Arbaaz's body on the cold table, the same table from her nightmares and she clutched her head and shut her eyes to block out the image.
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Najma was about to go to Maahir when she saw Zoya beginning to hyper ventilate. She quickly placed the food tray on the nearest table and rushed over to her friend and enveloped her in a bone crushing hug, as though comforting her through the hug, as though the hug will take away her pain. Zoya collapsed into Najma's arms and began sobbing uncontrollably. Najma had never seen her friend so broken and this brought tears to her eyes. Maahir was curious at the whole situation but remained a silent observer from his crib. Najma knew that the only thing that could comfort Zoya was a hug from her adorable nephew so she carefully untangled herself from Zoya's arms and extracted Maahir from his crib, giving the aunt and nephew some space. She walked over to the table where she had placed the food and brought it over, setting it down on the floor in front of Zoya and Maahir (who was sitting on Zoya's lap) Najma took her seat besides Zoya and watched as Zoya began feeding Maahir leaving her food untouched. Najma knew that Zoya was in no mood to eat anything but it was important that Zoya eat something, it seemed as though Zoya was forgetting one tiny detail...She was pregnant and when pregnant one needs to take extra care of themselves for themselves and for the baby. Najma gave Zoya a stern look which said Eat something' but Zoya had refused to eat. Najma kept glaring at Zoya until her frustration knew NO bounds therefore to prevent herself from force feeding her BFF Najma spoke up

Najma: "You need to eat Zoya..."

Zoya mumbled something which Najma understood as "I'm not hungry"

Najma looked at her best friend before she spoke again

Najma: "Zoya...you need to eat something, you can't neglect your health"

Zoya: "What's the point of staying healthy Najma...everything I touch is destroyed..."

Najma: "That's not true Zoya... you entered my life and changed it for the better, because of you Ammi is smiling again and I could've sworn I saw Bhaijaan giggle at one of Maahir's cute antics the other day. All the happiness that my family now has is because of you, so there is a point Zoya...there is a point. You need to stay healthy because firstly the happiness of my family lives and dies with you and secondly, you're living for two now...if not for yourself then at least eat something for the baby, he/she is your last remembrance of Arbaaz... you wouldn't want anything untoward to happen to your child."

Najma could tell that she had given Zoya something to think about, but Najma also knew that Zoya would need some gentle prodding so Najma picked up a spoonful of the food that she had brought for her friend and proceeded to feed her.

Zoya opened her mouth and accepted the first spoonful offered by Najma, who was now glad that she had gotten through to her stubborn friend.

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Asad and Dilshad watched Najma handle Zoya and in that moment they were both proud of Najma for really stepping up and being there for the one person that, both Dilshad and Asad, have let down previously.

Dilshad had dried the tears that formed and excused herself to make a phone call. Asad watched Zoya's tears fall and remembered his vow from earlier in his office. He will give Zoya all the happiness in the world and give her the rights that she was denied because of Razia's evil schemes. Asad Ahmed Khan was ready to fight for his love's happiness and Razia Siddiqui better be scared...

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Dilshad was in the hallway when she pulled out her phone and called Humaira. It was decided that Humaira receive any and all calls from Dilshad as Razia would expect Rashid to be the main recipient and would thus she could instigate Shirin to check his phone, Siddiqui was ruled out as a recipient as Razia had easy access to his phone and could therefore pick up on their plan easily. The last person that Razia would suspect was Humaira, and being of a younger generation and more technologically advanced than her father or uncle, Humaira found a way to craftily conceal Dilshad's calls from any outside party that took a peek at her phone (she had done this on the day she met Zoya at the Ahmed Khan house, when she had heard that her big sister was a technological guru she decided to use this to her advantage so she cleverly lied to her sister that she wanted to keep all her communications with Ayaan private from anyone else who used her phone and Zoya readily complied and showed Humaira how, once the required software was installed and ready for use, Humaira had announced to her cohorts that their channels of communication were likely to be watched by Razia and therefore she will act as the messenger). Dilshad knew that Najma and Asad should be informed about her latest intention, but right now her children needed to be there for Zoya so she decided not to distract them. Those who were privy to the truth about Zoya's paternity (besides her and her children) needed to know that Zoya needed to become Asad's wife religiously and soon. The rush was not because of Dilshad's desire to have Zoya as her daughter in law religiously but because by a religious marriage Zoya would become inextricably linked to the family she had always wanted.

The phone rang for a few seconds before Humaira's cheerful voice resonated from the receiver.

Humaira: "As Salamu Alaikum Dilshad Ammi, Mamu and Abbu are discussing some business in the study, let me go see them then I can put you on load speaker."

It took Humaira a few moments to get to the study, check to see that they were not going to be overheard, walk into the study, tell her father and uncle that Dilshad was on the line, place the call on loud speaker and then shut the doors to ensure privacy. So after greetings were exchanged it was down to business.

Dilshad: "Ok, The reason I called...I want Asad and Zoya's Nikaah to happen at the earliest...There should not be any more delays..."

Rashid and Siddiqui looked at each other sceptically before loudly saying "No"

Siddiqui: "Dilshad Razia will try to harm Zoya so they need to lay low and keep Zoya safe, if we have the wedding now, Razia will see it as a way for Zoya to permanently stay in India and will therefore try and kill her before she gets too close to me or my secret."

Rashid: "I agree, by getting Zoya married we will be putting her in greater danger, anything could happen to her during the wedding preparations, Razia is crafty therefore it won't be an open and obvious attack, she'll probably try to trap Zoya in a room and set it on fire..."

Humaira: "Well then to prevent that from happening a grand event with Zoya at the centre of attention will put enough eyes on Zoya to ensure that Ammi won't do anything to hurt her. A wedding now will be the easiest way to protect Zoya and for extra measure, I will be Zoya's shadow for every event..."

Dilshad: "Humaira had a point and I agree with her, the wedding will be the easiest way to keep Zoya safe."

Siddiqui: "But how will; we explain Humaira's constant presence next to Zoya? Because Razia will definitely think something is up then..."

Rashid: "Well Humaira can add herself in as one of Zoya's sisters in law..."

Dilshad: "That's perfect, If Nikhat Nuzat and Najma accompany Humaira it'll be less obvious, besides Najma knows the truth so she can help Humaira protect Zoya."

Siddiqui: "With Nikhat and Nuzat acting as buffers it'll lull Razia into a false sense of security...I like lt."

Rashid: "But what if Razia still tries to harm Zoya?"

Humaira: "Then we will be able to catch her red handed; all eyes will be on Zoya during every function so someone will definitely be witness to any of Ammi's plans."

They had all debated over the pros and cons over having the Nikaah soon or to post pone it. It was only after Humaira loudly complained that "If we don't have it now we will never have it! It will never be safe for Asad and Zoya to have a Nikaah with Ammi still in Bhopal" that Rashid and Siddiqui gave in and decided to let the Nikaah happen at the earliest. A rough guest list was drawn up which comprised of relatives (both near and distant) the crme da la crme of Bhopal's society and the most influential families of the Upper East Side. Dilshad had ended the call after they had set a wedding date as Rashid and Siddiqui had assured her that they will handle the wedding details like the catering, decor and venue while it was Dilshad's responsibility to handle the guest list. So once she had gotten off the phone with Rashid, Dilshad placed a few calls to relatives and friends before calling New York.

Dilshad: "Esmerelda! Isabella! I have wonderful news!"

The elder and younger Latino was excited to hear from the Ahmed Khan matriarch and was even more excited at the prospect of good news.

Esmerelda: "Is it Zoya? The Baby?"

Dilshad: "It's Zoya...I'm fixing her Nikaah with Asad and I want Zoya's family to be there..."

Dilshad began explaining that they had found Zoya's biological father and that it was time for Zoya to get married to Asad and since Esmerelda and Isabella were family to Zoya they had to come for Zoya's Nikaah. When the Latinos had agreed to attend, Dilshad had asked them to please extend the invitation to the Upper East Side on her behalf as she had no idea how to contact them personally and knew that Zoya would want her Upper East Side family to attend, after all she was one of them...

Isabella: "Don't worry, the Upper East Side will make its presence known in Bhopal, after all one of their own is getting Married so how could they not attend?"

After a few more pleasantries where exchanged the call had ended. Now all that was left was to plan the wedding that will be the talk of the town for years to come...