Drabble/OS Prompts - #22 up FEB 26 (Index for all prompts on page 1) - Page 18

Originally posted by: mochhug

D'awww that was adorable! I love that they had twins

Originally posted by: nnn

that was really cute Simi !!

Embarassing him already 😆😆😆

loved their small talk😳😳

thx for the pm

Originally posted by: shreya11mehra

Awww sooo cute

Baby gal z scared of skool..n hr twin brother z almost excited ..

So adorable...

Lovely wrk dear

Originally posted by: Surya.Ravi

that was a very sweet one shot..loved it..😊

Originally posted by: asyafreva

loved it..! Perfect...!! Update morre...!

Originally posted by: kritz4ever

all the stories r awesome

To everyone, whom I did not reply personally!

Awesome prompts
love all the writings

Hi guys! Here is the next one! This one was different!, hope you like it!

Request by yashasvi_88

Prompt: "Asad consoling Zoya when her Aapi and Jiju die on their way to Bhopal to take her back to New York. And all this takes place in SM after zoyaan nikaah. Asad breaking the news to her and her hugging him in front of all."

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Everyone in the Siddiqui Mansion was seated at the breakfast table, well almost everyone. Zoya had retired to the guest room after experiencing one minute of the stifling and silent breakfast.

The silence of the house was shattered as Rashid's fork fell from his hands and clattered. All eyes turned to him questioningly but before anyone could wonder what was wrong, Rashid whispered, "Asad!"

Everyone turned towards the direction Rashid was looking. There, standing by the door of the house he despised the most, stood Asad Ahmed Khan.

Ayaan got up from where he was sitting and ran over to his elder brother.

"Bhaijaan! What are you doing here?" he wondered. His voice was drowned by Ghafoor Siddiqqui's booming voice.

"How dare you enter this house? Who gave you the permission to step a foot inside?"

Asad barely heard anyone. His eyes were roaming around and looking for one face. After not finding her anywhere in the sight, he finally acknowledged Ayaan.

"Where is Zoya?"

Ayaan furrowed his brows, "Zoya? In the guest room, I think. What is wro--Bhaijaan! BHAIJAAN!" Ayaan called out as Asad walked in the general direction of the rooms, not even waiting for Ayaan to finish.

Ayaan ran after his brother as everyone in the house gasped at the audacity of Asad.

"Which room?" Asad spat out.

Getting more confused by the second, Ayaan simply led Asad towards the guest room where Zoya was staying. Reaching the room, Ayaan knocked at the room and checked if she was there.

"Zoya? Are you there?"

"Ayaan? Yes. What is it?" came her voice, muted by the door.

Without waiting or wasting another moment, Asad pulled the door open and entered. At the sudden sound of the door being slammed open, Zoya jumped.

"Ayaan? I asked wha"Mr. Khan?" her eyes widened as she saw the person intruding her silence.

They stood there, looking at each other for a long time and then their eyes filled with tears - Zoya's because she was confused and angry at him, and Asad's because of what he was about to unleash on his love.

"Wh-what are you doing here, Mr. Khan?" Zoya stuttered, crossing her arms, holding herself against the emotions cursing through her.

"Did you talk to your Aapi and Jeeju recently?" he asked her, afraid of her answer.

"W-What?" she said, thrown off by his question - she was not expecting him to talk about them, of all things. "Yes. In fact I did, yesterday. They were talking about a surprise or something."

Asad closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Surprise, yes. They were on their way to India, to see you."

Zoya's eyes grew and a smile graced her face. It was the best thing she had heard in a long time. She was grinning at the thought of seeing her again, but then the smile slowly vanished.

"Wait. "Were"? Why did you day they were on their way?" she scowled, "Are they not coming anymore?"

By this time, everyone in the house had made their way to the guest room. Ayaan, who still stood outside, held his hand up, silencing all and stopping anyone to come forth. He could tell something was wrong. His heart clenched.

Asad took two steps and stood right by Zoya. Bringing his hands forward, he gently grabbed her arms and pulled her close to him. Zoya watched him as his face paled, and his eyes shot her a terrified glance.

Zoya cocked her head to the side. "What's wrong, Mr. Khan? You are scaring me."

His mouth opened and closed several times, but no words came out.

"Mr. Khan?" she asked again.

"I'm so sorry."

What did he have to be sorry about? "For what?"

"Ms. Farooqui..Zoya...I..." he stuttered, and Zoya wasn't so sure if she wanted to hear what he had to say anymore. "Zoya, your Aapi and Jeeju... their car crashed on the way to the airport. They...they, um, didn't survive." He managed to get out.

"Wh...what?" she stammered. "No."

"I'm sorry."

"No!" she yelled. Asad looked stricken. "They can't," she murmured. Zoya shook her head violently.

"How could you play such a cruel trick on me, Mr.Khan!?"

Asad didn't say anything, just lowered his eyes.

"I just talked to them. They were fine, perfect. No..." Defenses, that's what she needed, anything to prove Asad's clearly incorrect statement false.

"They were on their way to the airpo..."

"No." she cut him off. "They are not dead."

"Zoya, please." Asad quiet words tried to break down her fortress, but she wouldn't let them.

"They are alive," she said, nodding her head, telling herself more than him.

Asad hung his head, looking for the entire world like it had been his family that had died. No. No. No. No. Her family wasn't dead. Zoya promptly shut down that dangerous line of thought.

"They are alive, right?" she asked to anyone, anyone at all who could say 'yes'.

Again, Asad remained speechless.

Zoya grabbed onto his shoulders and tried, to no avail, to shake the answer out of him. "Right?" now she could hear panicked frenzy creep into her tone.

"Right?" she repeated, squeezing his shoulders.

Her body started to shake.

When Asad spoke, his voice sounded broken, and it was not saying the words Zoya wanted to hear. "I'm sorry."

Zoya shook her head, over and over again, and the pain slammed into her out of nowhere. Asad would never lie to her, but still she tried to make him tell her it wasn't true.

"They are not dead," Zoya said into his chest. "They are not dead!"

Asad's cautious arms encircled her, squeezing her to him as he rocked them both. Then, she let go of her defenses. She broke.

***

"Yeh kya batameezi hai, Ayaan" Ghafoor bellowed. "Tell him to leave. NOW!"

Ayaan looked at him Mamu with an incredulous expression. Did that man not hear what Asad Bhaijaan had just told Zoya?

"She needs him, Mamu." He replied in a clipped tone.

"Ayaan", Shireen came forward. "Woh aapki biwi hain. What would everyone say?"

Ayaan gritted his teeth at his insensitive family. Was everyone out of their minds?

"Listen to everyone, beta" Dadi came forward, "You are her husband. You should take care of her, its only right."

"She. Needs. Him. CAN T YOU SEE?" He yelled and stalked off.

***

Five hours later, she'd cried all the water in her body out onto the shirt Asad wore but he never ceased to hold her. Instantly, Zoya missed the mindless crying. She wanted to weep forever because at least the noise held back her thoughts.

Thinking about what had happened - that was the worst. She thought of talking with her Jeeju, the way he'd beamed about the father-daughter dance he took her to when she was ten. Images played out in her head like films, images of them taking her to school, images of their midnight checkups on her, images of them eating her burnt food with a smile...

Zoya hiccupped. Asad's hand was still rubbing circles on her back.

"H-how did you find out?" her parched voice asked him.

"I got a call. You were in their contact in case of emergency and our house number was in your Indian contact information."

"Mr.Khan?"

"Hmm?"

"Why does everyone always leave me?"

Her broken, defeated and tired voice tugged at his heart and all he could do was hold her tighter and let her feel him; let her know that he was there, for her, with her, forever.

-end-

Phew!

That was a hard one!

Great prompt! It really challenged me! So, thanks!

Cheers,

Simi

This is so sad :( Very well written Simi Hun xD