AsYa FF: Only in the darkness can you see the stars THREAD #1 - Page 69

Originally posted by: Linsie

Thanks!!

For sticking around...and continuing the ff

i think you need to start new thread soon...dont
wait to last minute...

Originally posted by: anopama

wow what and update
very intense loved the
zoya abbu scene questioning asad
and his answer just awesome
aadil and zoya was cute he wants her to be his ammi
oh oh trouble at the door IMRAN
can nothing ever go smoothly
beat the shit out of him asad
continue soon

Originally posted by: ...KSGmiAmor...

Simi

Amazing update again

Finally Imran is here

Loved it when Asad punched him ... i felt so happy

Aaadilll ... i love that kid

so he wants a little brother huh

God ... i just love that scene

So cute

continue soon

plzzz dont make us wait Simi

Originally posted by: sarbrathan

It funny if anyone is spending time with wh**es it would be Imran because he himself is one😆

Waiting for the next update and thank you for the pm

Originally posted by: shreya11mehra

Simmi ..such a rocking chapter

Originally posted by: Applef

awesome update..

love the park scene..

the baby boy wants zoya to be his mom..

imran is so disgusting..

he wants his son now..?😡

update soon..

I read ol the parts in one go.
Its amazing, plz do continue soon dear.
Plz do pm me

A/N: Hi all! Here is the next chapter.

There is an IMP note at the end of the chapter, please read it! :)

Chapter 15: Jump Rope

The Khan Mansion was silent as Imran Qureshi made his way out of the house. The only reverberating sound was Asad's loud breathing as he tried to control the rush of adrenaline and anger that was cursing through his veins. His hands shook as he balled him into fists. Zoya and Najma were looking at him with worry in their eyes. He did not seem to let of his current emotional state any time soon. But it was his son's sniffles that fought through the tension.

It was like Aadil had been holding onto his calm only as long as Imran Qureshi was in the house. The moment the door was slammed shut after his less than graceful exit, Aadil started bawling and screaming in Zoya's arms.

"ABBU!"

His cries for his father tugged on everyone's hearts and Asad ran over to his son and took him in his arms. Aadil was important more than anything else in the world for him. The father-son duo collapsed on the floor and held onto each other for dear life. Aadil clung to him and sobbed onto father's chest. Aadil did not understand what exactly was wrong, but he knew that the man had said bad things and that his Abbu was hurt and angry. This created panic in the little heart of the youngest Khan.

The less than stellar blast from the past was unwanted, unneeded and certainly haunting for the Khan boys.

Najma huddled close to Zoya while they watched the scene unfold.

Aadil scrambled closer and closer to his father. Asad ran his hands down his back and through his hair, trying to soothe the little guy.

"Shhh! It's alright, Aadil. He is gone. Abbu is so sorry that you had to see that. It's okay son. We are all fine. Hush, now!" he rocked them on the floor as he tried to get Aadil to stop crying.

Aadil continued to hiccup but fortunately, his sobs soon halted. He sniffled and shifted in Asad's lap but kept his head tucked away in his father's neck.

"W-who was he, Abbu? Why did he say that he was my Abbu?" he looked at Asad with his glassy eyes.

Asad hugged Aadil and said, "You know that I love you more than anything in this world, right Bud?"

"Yuh-huh" Aadil nodded.

Asad took a deep breath and said, "His name is Imran Qureshi, Aadil. Remember when you asked me how come I do not have the peanut allergy and you do and while your Ammi did not have it either?"

Aadil thought about and then nodded and said, "I do! You said because we do not have the same insides. My Ammi and I have the same insides but because you loved me so much, you decided to be my Abbu."

Aadil paused for a few seconds and said, "Is he my real Abbu?" he looked at Asad, and his eyes held fear in them.

How did he make that connection? Asad wondered, shocked.

"Aadil, his is your father, yes. And while he is, it still does not change the us', Bud. You are still my son and I am still your Abbu." Asad said, trying very hard to control his tears. Zoya also bit her lip in order to keep control of herself and not reduce to a blubbering mess.

Aadil looked unsure, "What does kustedy mean? And coat? How will he take you to coat, Abbu?"

Realizing that he'd have to explain everything to Aadil now, Asad picked him up and brought him over to the couches in the living room. Zoya and Najma also moved to sit beside them. Aadil refused to move away from his father which Asad was too eager to comply with and he simply sat there with Aadil in his lap.

"Aadil, you know how sometimes some Mommies and Daddies do not live together? In those cases, the children live with either one of them and whoever gets to have the children have what is called the custody. And Imran Qureshi said he will go to court, not coat. Court is a place where people go to tell their side of the story and there is a person called the Judge who decides who is right or wrong and he makes a decision. Do you understand?"

Aadil thought hard as he took in the information, "I think so. But how come you two can go to the coat place? I don't have a mommy, you are both Daddies." He questioned.

Asad racked his brain and wondered how to explain, "You see, Aadil, most times, Mommies and Daddies go to court for custody, but sometimes, when there two Daddies can also do that and decide which daddy their child will live with ."

"Oh" was all that Aadil said after a very long time. Asad looked over to Zoya with a concerned look on his face. He knew that his explanation was not enough. Zoya nodded at him and got up. Walking over to Aadil, she knelt down in front of him and took his hands in hers.

"You can ask us anything that you want to, sweetheart. We all love you." She squeezed his hands.

Aadil looked at her and upon her encouragement, said, "Why does he want to do it? He did not want me before." Aadil sounded timid.

Zoya caressed his hands and pecked him, "I wish I could tell you an answer to that, sweetie. I wish."

"Do I have to go live with him?" he asked in a very small voice.

"NO!" Asad almost yelled, "I mean, no. I will do everything in my power, Aadil. I will not let anyone take you away from me."

Aadil looked so forlorn, "But what about the same insides?" he referred to his biological connection with Imran Qureshi.

Zoya reached for his hand and traced his fingers and kissed them softly, "You may have the same "insides" but that does not mean that he loves you as much as your Abbu loves you, or your Dadi and Dadu or Chachu and Phuppi. And me, Aadil. I love you so much as well."

Aadil's tears ran freely as he jumped from Asad's lap onto Zoya and clung to her. Zoya embraced him tightly and smoothed her hands down his back, murmuring soft words and calming him. Why did he have to go through his, Zoya thought as her emotions got the better of her.

The front door opened again and Rashid and Dilshad entered. The smiles on their faces vanished when they saw the scene in the living room. Najma was sitting next to Asad, who had his hands in his hair and Aadil was latched onto Zoya and crying.

Asad saw his parents looking confused and concerned. He got up and walked to them. Before they could question him, he gave them the rundown of their disastrous afternoon.

"Ya Allah!" Dilshad placed her hand on her heart and swayed. Rashid held her, and comforted her. She looked at her grandson and cried silently. Please don't take him away.

Oblivious to everyone, Aadil snuggled closer to Zoya and whispered so that no one but Zoya could hear, "I love you too, Ammi."

***
"HOW DARE HE?" Ayaan bellowed, "I will not spare him, Bhaijaan. No one comes here and threatens my family and especially not my nephew. Imran Qureshi can go to hell." Ayaan had entered to house after days at his camp and was met with the morose atmosphere.

Everyone was sitting at the dining table and discussing the potential plans of action. Almost everyone was there, except Zoya. She was upstairs with Aadil.

It had been three days since Imran Qureshi had come in and turned everything upside down and today they had decided to go ahead with planning on how to counter Imran Qureshi even before he served them legal papers. Ayaan's outburst had been to how Imran Qureshi had warned about very soon filing for legalization of his parental rights and sole custody of Aadil Asad Khan.

"I am telling you Abbu," Ayaan continued, "I will beat up the guy and throw him somewhere. No one has to know." He anger knew no bounds at the moment and he was very serious.

Rashid sighed, "Calm down, Ayaan. We have to be serious here. And while beating him sounds very tempting," he muttered, "let's wait for Mr. Sheikh. He should be here any time now."

They were waiting for Mr. Haider Sheikh, their attorney.

As Asad paced the floor of the living room, while waiting for the lawyer to show up, Zoya came downstairs.

"Aadil is asleep." she told to no one in particular and then went near Asad and put her hand on his arm, stopping his incessant pacing.

"You are going to wear down the tiles." She chuckled, "I know you are worried, but please try to think positive. The heavy atmosphere around the house is affecting Aadil as well. He is worried about his Abbu." She gave him a pointed look.

Asad looked at her and nodded. He had been very agitated and tensed these past three days and of course his very perceptive son had picked that up. He needed to be better in control of himself for his son's sake.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Asad opened the door to let in a man in his thirties.

"Asalaamu Alaikum, Mr. Khan. It's good to see you again but I am sure you wished it wasn't under these circumstances, huh?" the man laughed.

Asad nodded and shook hands with him, "Walaikum Salam, Mr. Sheikh and I have told you so many times to call me Asad. Please come in."

"Well then, it's only fair for you to call me Haider then!" Haider smiled at him and made his way inside. He was very charming man - happy and amicable. Often, people had trouble believing that he was a well established lawyer and had the potential to be serious about work.

Asad introduced him to Zoya and then led him to where his family was sitting.

"Haider!" Ayaan yelled in joy and took him into a rather enthusiastic hug, "How is your sister?" Ayaan asked him with a glint in his eyes.

Haider rolled his eyes and pushed Ayaan off, "I knew you weren't so happy to simply see me. I have told you, stay away from my sister. Humeira can do so much better than you."

It was their custom conversation. Ayaan was rather blown away by Haider's younger sister, Humeira after she had shot his flirtation down before.

Haider walked pass him and greeted the others. After the greetings, they got down to the business.

"Well Asad," Haider started, "I looked at his file and I think I have a general idea on how Mr. Qureshi plans on approaching this. I thought that it was strange for him to consider filing for re-evocation of his parental rights and sole custody of Aadil at the same time. I did some very basic digging around Imran Qureshi to see what he has under his belt, so to speak." He winked at him, and Asad rolled his eyes.

"He is married to a girl named Rishida Sharma." Haider continued, "They have been married for two years. He is a manager at an insurance company. While his stable job and income are going to be vital factors in court's decisions, his marital status is our biggest obstacle. You see Asad, courts value a child's secured life the most and you may not like it, but having a wife and potential mother for Aadil swings the case in his favor a lot." He said in a matter-of-fact way.

Zoya looked at Haider incredulously, "You mean to say that the court can let him have Aadil's custody because then he will have two parents? What a load of crap! I KNOW for a fact and from personal experience that the number parents hardly matter when it come to who loves you. Asad loves him!"

Asad soothed an enraged Zoya and rubbed her arms while pulling her close to him.

Haider looked at the two of them for a long moment, "You make a point, Ms. Zoya. But love is not substantial in terms of what we can offer in the court. Well, we can effectively challenge Imran Qureshi if..."

"If what?" Rashid questioned, almost impatient.

"If Aadil had a mother; if Asad was married." He simply said, not realizing that simply thrown out suggestion and his words sealed the fate of a relationship.

Everyone fell silent and looked at each other. Was this the only option? Asad pinched the bridge of his nose. All these years, he had stayed away from any romantic endeavor so that the uncertainty of the fruition of any of his relationships will not affect Aadil in any way and today to find out that it did affect him - only in ways completely opposite to what he had thought.

Asad looked at Haider and said, "Haider, is there any other way? You know this is imposs--" he didn't get to finish the sentence and was cut off.

"I will marry Asad." Zoya said.

I want to tell you that everything will be okay
That everything will eventually turn itself to gold
So keep pushing through it all
Don't follow, lead the way
Don't lose yourself or your hope
Cause life's like a jump rope

- Jump Rope Lyrics by Blue October

A/N: So...yeah. I just did that! Hahaha! Leave a review if you liked it!

IMPORTANT:

For the purposes of this story, I will be taking some creative liberties when it comes to how the procedure of court cases work, for example, Haider's dialogues about the court's decisions are not backed by any real cases or research and hence I do not say that it is credible or not.

The path this story will take does not necessarily match what the legal procedure for custody cases may be. The court case will take a twist and I have not researched how this may actually happen in reality, so bear with me on that. Usually, I am very big on facts and research, but for this story, I am taking some liberties, so I hope that is fine with the readers - I will write in the manner that will suit how I want the story to proceed! :)

Thank You!

Okay! Ending my long ass A/N here! LOL.

Cheers,

Simi

Wow.. Asya Nikaah.. And with Adil's approval..
Simi, you just made my day with this update.. It was amazing
I liked how Adil whispered to Zoya and called her Ammi..
And this would now complete my perfect family..