ASYA FF 'REVENGE' - Chapter 19, Page 128 24/09/2014 - Page 30

Chapter 11 A -

Black or White???

Zoya's POV -

I swallowed and made a small attempt at humor. "Wrong. I was"

AAK - "Stop it, Zoya. Why the hell did you let that happen? Do you think that now I won't be able to leave you when the deal's over?"

Zoya - "What the hell does he think of himself???"

Humiliated, I got up and tried to arrange my dress feigning calm when my heart was breaking into millions of pieces. I wouldn't cling to him. NEVER. If he wanted to think the worst about me, I would show him how unaffected I was. He doesn't mean a thing to me... Does He????

Then suddenly, a revelation stuck me. It was as if every piece of a puzzle fitted and everything made perfect sense; I still loved him, had never stopped. Without saying a word, I took my stole and put it on and tried a casual "see you later" left the hotel room. I needed time to think, to get over this shock. And also I needed to escape this conversation.

Thankfully, Asad didn't try to stop me still fuming in his anger most probably and I was still in too much shock to care. As I left the hotel, tears fell down my eyes and I didn't care about anything else. It was early morning and she would walk down the street for a little while before getting back. Or get to somewhere peaceful.

As I crossed the street, so many thoughts hovered into my mind that I didn't see it coming. With a thud, I fell down with my face hitting the pavement as a car collided into me and I felt my eyes closed welcoming the darkness that swamped over my mind.

Asad's POV -

"Ya Allah! Where was she going at this ungodly hour? Should I stop her??"

I wanted to stop her but I was in too deep emotional amalgam to do anything about it. Before Asad got carried away with thoughts that would fuel his wrath.

I made myself sat down and stop speculating.

But the questions came anyway. How the hell was Zoya still a virgin? She was a model for heaven's sake, her photos were splashed on every newspaper after each scandalous party. He had the proof still in his luggage, he'd carried the article he had read about her all the way to Hydrabad.

Shaking my head in a futile attempt to ease an impending headache, I looked at the clock in the rom. It was three in the morning. I should go after her to ask her about the unanswered questions that were tormenting me. Why the hell would she sleep with me if she was still a virgin? Logically she had been keeping herself for someone special and I was sure she hadn't chosen me to be the someone SPECIAL.

Not more than a week ago Zoya had clearly told me that she was never going to forgive me for what I had inflicted on her when I had called off the wedding. I was sure she could not have a change of heart so quickly. And if she had been a twenty six year old virgin, she must have had some dose of self-restraint. So, how come she had given herself to me?

Rubbing my temple to ease some of my tension, I got up to phone Zoya but found her phone forgotten on her side of bed. Sighing and still angry (Why am I angry???), I dressed quickly and descended the stairs in rapid steps to find a staff of the hotel at the reception. When I described Zoya, the man nodded his head in the direction of the street.

I got even more furious. Was she out of her mind? To go out at this hour? I strode out quickly and scanned the street but she was nowhere to be found. Frustrated, I was deciding which direction to go when I saw something I could not define lying a bit further on the street.

Filled with apprehension, I approached to investigate and froze at what I saw. It was a body wearing the stole Zoya had just put on before leaving their room. "Ya Allah, nahi!!!" praying as he ran to the lifeless body and turned it over.

My heart stopped beating. It was Zoya lying in a pool of blood her body limp and with her eyes closed. Memories of my mother swamped me and he found it impossible to breath after that.

"No no no. Not again. Not my Zoya too."

"ZOYA... ZOYAAA!" I cried. "No, Zoya! Don't do this to me please." I shook her gently but she was not even reacting.

Tears were falling down my cheeks when I ran to the hotel to ask one of the staff to call an ambulance. Immediately, I rushed back to Ana and I could not control to cradle her in my arms. But I stopped as I didn't want to aggravate her case more. Gently, trying not to let panic overcome my senses, I sat down on the street and examined her. My hands were trembling as I touched her head gently to feel the wound there.

It must have been inflicted when Zoya had hit the road. There was also blood on her legs which must have been caused at the impact of the car. Ya Allah!!! I should have stopped her. I shouldn't have said those harsh words to her. This had happened because of me.

Zoya made a small plaintive sound and I felt relief course through me. It was going to be alright. Even if I was trying to convince myself, I was well aware that it was all my fault. I was the one responsible for Zoya's plight. I would never forgive myself if anything happened to her.

Within minutes, the ambulance came and I was allowed to accompany Zoya to the hospital. She was admitted in emergency, I was pacing the corridor like a caged lion. I had to wait for the doctor to examine her before I got any idea of Zoya's condition.

When the doctor came out, I rushed to his side and was told that Zoya's condition was not serious but they had to scan her to be sure. She had not fainted but was suffering from a black out and the doctor concluded that she had not been propelled by the impact. When she came back to her senses, her legs would feel like hell but they were keeping her under observation to administer some pain killers.

AAK - "Is she going to recover?"

Doc - "Yes, in one week or so, she'll be fully recovered."

I nodded. My relief was so intense that I felt my body go limp and I dropped my body unceremoniously on a seat nearby.

"Is she going to be scarred?" I asked the Doctor worriedly. God, Zoya was a model. Those things must be important to her.

Doc - "It's difficult to say now, Mr. Khan but I don't think so. We'll keep you informed"

At last, I closed my eyes exhaustion overwhelmed me and my headache was back with a vengeance. Millions of thoughts and feelings washed over me and I felt submerged. The sight of Zoya lying lifeless on the road will never leave my mind. It was more imprinted than the memory of my mother hanging dead.

Which meant only one thing. I loved her. I loved her. I LOVED ZOYA SIDDIQUI!!! Damn! I had managed to fall in love with the daughter of my enemy. All over again. Except this time I wasn't sure I would be able to walk out on Zoya without leaving a major part of myself behind.

My Zoya had shone out even after I had inflicted the worst kind of wounds on her. She had still kept her chastity intact, her soul as pure as her love for me had been. What kind of insensitive bas***d that made me?

How could I have taken her virginity and flung those unkind words at her as soon as our lovemaking had been over? It had been such a wonderful experience and I

had to spoilt it with my cruelness.

I was breaking Zoya. I should get the hell out of Zoya's life and never come back. Should never have come back in the first place. We never had a chance at a happy ending anyway. It was way too complicated. And Zoya must hate me now. At least she would when she woke up. If she did.

As if reading my thoughts, a nurse called me to tell me that Zoya was asking for me. I felt my heart sank. She was asking for me? Maybe she did not remember my last words. Maybe she was going to forget the past and they would be back to where they had been before she had learnt the truth.

The nurse warned me not to overtire her as she was still too weak to exhaust herself too much. I nodded my ascent and approached her bed. She was looking frail, nothing like the hot model she had been only a fortnight ago.

"Asad," she said feebly.

I sat down beside her silently and took her hand in mine. I decided then that whatever she would ask of me, I would do it without any regrets.

Zoya - "Don't blame yourself. It was time for me to let go of my v.. state. And when you came back into my life, I thought why not you?"

I swallowed at the pain her words were causing me but only nodded in order to reassure her. I was only someone who had fueled her desire so much that she could not resist. I did not mean anything to her and her next words confirmed my theory.

Zoya - "It was only sex after all, nothing more."

Zoya closed her eyes tiredly and I stroke her hand with my finger.

AAK - "Stop talking now, we'll talk later. Try to get some rest, okay?"

I leant forward and planted a chaste kiss on her forehead but she was already asleep exhaustion overcoming her.

Unwilling to move, I sat there looking at her unseeingly her words reverberated through my brain and I felt like an excruciating pain in my chest. She had told me that it had been only sex for her. Had not even bothered to tag what we had shared as a love making. Sex was too mechanical a word. It meant nothing except satisfying a lust between a man and a woman.

For me, it had been the most fulfilling experience of my life and was saddened that Zoya could dismiss what had trespassed between us so easily. When Zoya had touched me, I had never wanted a woman more than I had wanted Zoya at that time. I had felt so aroused at her touch that I could not wait to mark her as mine.. Only Mine!!!

I was almost addicted and one time had not been enough for me. I still wanted her. With same fervor as I had before the night we had spent together. She was like a drug now, the more I had, the more I will want. And for Zoya, it had only been a sexual satiation and had meant nothing more.

Finally I focused on Zoya's sleeping figure. Even lying in that horrible hospital robe, her face as white as the sheet underneath her, she looked gorgeous. Innocent. Like a fresh flower.

A flower I was destroying bit by bit. I swallowed the lump down my throat at the pain I felt there. I would do her all the good she deserved this time. I would find that damned sister for Zoya's sake and get the hell out of her life once and for all.

The more I thought about it, the more determined I became. I knew how she had always wanted a family, her step mother Razia and Tanveer had not been mentioned once during our courtship period but I knew she had hated them both. She has proposed to help me to find the only family she had left and I would find the sister for her, even if I had to go to hell and back.

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