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Chapter 3 - Life is to forgive and forget

It seemed like time had frozen. The movement of the little hand of the clock was moving at a speed so slow that it was difficult for one to tell whether it was actually moving or not. It had been exactly 2hours 33 minutes and 29 seconds according to Asad Ahmed Khan's watch since his daughter had been taken into the operation theatre. Only another 3 more hours to go he said to himself mentally. Doctor has already said him that the chances of survival in such cases was so miniscule, but if there was something his life had taught him over the past 30 years was to never give up. Because those who give up never succeed. There's always a ray of hope, even in the most difficult of situations. Have faith in yourself and what you truly believe in, and all will be okay. His Zoya always say, "Na ummedi Gunah hai..."

He closed his eyes and Zoya's screams kept replaying in his head like a broken tape recorder repeating the same thing over and over. It was as if there was no pause button to stop it. It hurt him a lot watching his loved ones in this state. His love pleading to save his beloved daughter. He was feeling like an injured lion, helpless. So helpless that he felt as if he has entered a state of paralysis. For the past 2 hours or so they had been sitting in the same position. They hadn't budged. Zoya still lying down in Asad's lap clinging onto him. Asad still stroking her hair. The only difference in this scene was that after a lot of effort and a lot of pacifying, Zoya's tears had finally stopped as she had went into a deep sleep. Now silent tears were brimming into Asad's eyes which were getting collected on Zoya's cheeks below him. He hadn't cried once since this horrible incident had occurred. He knew he couldn't cry because if he did he knew Zoya would shatter both physically and mentally. Life had always played this game for Asad. Life always showered him with the worst of the worst. He had a broken childhood which made him grow up so soon. He never cried or presented his emotions because he knew this will break his Ammi and Tamatar. Loosing Zoya for so many times and all the separations before getting married finally had been the worst phase of his life. But that was not the worst as now life was playing its actual worst card with him.

He could hear somebody's footsteps approaching where he and Zoya were sitting. It was the faint tapping of shoes getting louder and louder as the person approached. He briskly wiped away the tears with the side of his hand allowing a sudden redness appear in his eyes.

Asad: "Ayaan, tum?" He said as he put up a brave face as he watched his brother's expression change from a weak smile to concern as he saw the fatigue embedded eye bags sitting hollowly underneath his red eyes which were not meeting his gaze.

Ayaan hated seeing his Bhaijaan in this state. He had seen his brother sacrificing & struggling to give a better life to his Ammi and Najma. He had always taught him what life really is. He had practically given him a second life. Asad is more than a Bhaijaan for Ayaan. But never had he seen him like this. It was heart wrenching. He knew his Bhaijaan was an expert in creating a hard exterior which was difficult to get through. He knew how important it is for Asad to relieve his tension and let out what was on his mind. But more importantly he knew it was a difficult task to make Asad open up. Only Zoya has always succeeded in doing that.

Also he knew due to an unfortunate incident he had lost the power and right to do so. He knew his attempt to give a shoulder for Asad to cry was futile. Even though Asad had forgiven him he knew he had hurt his Bhaijaan a lot. But nevertheless he would still try. It was his duty. After all he is a brother.

Zoya stirred in her sleep.

"Haan Bhaijaan, mai", Ayaan replied in the exact same tone Asad has spoken in and gave a fake smile.

"Coffee?", he said flatly as he looked into the Operation Theatre window and handed him the coffee . 30 seconds later the coffee was still in his outstretched hands.

Ayaan turned and looked at him, "Bhaijaan, please le lijiye"

Asad shook his head. Conveying a stern NO and Ayaan knew he couldn't budge him. But he didn't give up.

Ayaan, "Bhaijaan, please pee lijiye. Ye bachpana chodiye aur apni haalat dekhiye jara. Aapne kuch khaya bhi nahi hai."

Asad would usually have snapped back with mild anger telling him to mind his own business, but today was different. He just sat there motionless with his fingertips circling Zoya's delicate hair. He gently removed her fringe from her eyes as he knew it was irritating her and the last thing he wanted was for her to wake up. Ayaan knew he was breaking inside and it was tearing him apart. He knew, pleading him to take the coffee would be a futile attempt and simply a waste of breath, so he shrugged his shoulders as if everything were normal and started saying dramatically, "Thik hai. Aapko nahi peeni to mat pijiye. Mai fek deta hoon ye coffee. Waise bhi aisi kadvi coffee kaun peeyega."

Asad finally broke into a feeble genuine smile at his antiques. That's what he loved most about his brother. Ayaan is more like his son. He was the one who took care of him when he was so small. He has pampered Ayaan a lot & he loved him more than his life and that's why he forgave him after what he did. Everybody deserves a second chance & here it was Ayaan. His life. His beloved little brother.

Asad: "Shukriya Ayaan"

Ayaan's eyes filled with tears and he was thinking in his mind, Aap itne achche kaise ho, Bhaijaan. Maine aapko itni takleef di aur aap mujhe shukriya keh rahe hai.'

"Kisilye Bhaijaan?", he replied a little apprehensively.

Again the blank expression returned to Asad'd face and he said, "Yaha is waqt mere saath hone ke liye."

Once again thinking how great can his bhaijaan get? I hurt him, and he is acting as if nothing ever happened. An invisible cloak of shame overtook Ayaan.

Asad: "Shukraiya. Tum jaise ho waise hi rehne ke liye. In haalato me dusro ki tarah umeed na harne ke liye. Yaha to sab log aise pesh aa rahe hai jaise Adya ko kuch ho hi gaya hai. Mera matlab hai meri Adya ko kuch nahi hoga. Woh bahot himmatwali hai. Aakhir wo meri aur Zoya ki beti hai." He let out a low laugh due to the irony of what he had just said.

Humeira who has been a silent watcher to the scene suddenly made her appearance in front of them. Fighting to keep the tears concealed within her eyes but successfully managing to do so Humeira said, "Bilkul sahi kaha aapne Jeeju wo aapki aur Aapi ki beti hai... sabse jyada strong aur himmatwali..."

Another 10 minutes passed in silence. It wasn't a creepy silence but a calm solace. Which was apt for the situation. Asad looking at Zoya in his lap. Ayaan & Humeira stood their hand in hand supporting each other and staring at Asad & Zoya. Adya has been the apple of Ayaan & Humeira's eyes. They both loved her a lot. But Ayaan's mind was replaying Asad's words over and over.

To break this beautiful silence came the beep of a text alert on Asad's phone. It's about time said Asad to himself mentally as he picked up his phone and read the text.

"Humeira, Zoya ka dhyan rakhna. Mai jald hi wapas aaunga. Uske saath hi rehna. Ek pal ke liye bhi use akela mat chodna. Please. Mai jaldi wapas aaunga uske pass.", said Asad softly. Humeira was about to ask where he was going but Ayaan clutched her hand & she simply nodded without saying anything. Ayaan had a feeling he knew where Asad was going. It was not like Asad to sit quiet in a situation as such and not get to the core of it. He was surprised he hadn't gone to find out earlier. Both looked at Asad kissing Zoya's forehead as he lay her down gently placing his coat under her head to cushion her. Ayaan then understood that for his Bhaijaan even before getting to know the core of the situation which he was in his priority first was Zoya. True love he thought to himself and smiled as he saw Asad turned around one last time to check if Zoya was okay before he slipped out of the waiting area.

Ayaan's mental prediction was correct. Asad had gone to find out the truth and the reasoning behind this situation as to why his daughter was fighting for her life and why his wife was in the mental state she is in now. He wanted answers. There was only one person who would tell him the truth now.

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Rashid Ahmed Khan looked up from the bench he was sitting on situated just outside the glass doors of Sanjeevani as he saw Asad Ahmed Khan approaching him.