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The Forbidden

Part 1

7:00AM (Asad's villa)

The silence prevailed even when the running factotums could be seen in different directions. Only the occasional authoritative voices of Dilshad could be heard or certain exceptional conversational sounds of Asad could be heard too, while he was on his phone.

He wore black coat piece with a white crisp shirt giving him a certain look of sophisticated rich business-man. His neatly made hair to one side gave him a look of a sincere-trust worthy man, and it emphasized his Dark but clean personality which made many young hearts flutter with anticipation and attraction.

While on dinning table he kept his phone and business away as per the clear and strict orders of Dilshad. His eyes strictly on his cereal and toast. He was very well maintained and hygienic by character and liked everything as per his like, never liked much interference of anyone. ANYONE!

Just then unlike other days Zoya came out of the kitchen with a jug of fresh orange juice. But it didn't do much harm for she got lucky as His all focus lay in the newspaper. She poured some juice in glass for Dilshad and then nervously moved towards Asad, watching him as he read the newspaper. And then she reached out for the Glass and then it happened suddenly. Instead of liquid getting into the glass it spilled over the table and didn't stop just there, but it drip by drip ruined his pant and still the liquid didn't stop pouring, as if she was in trance.

"Miss ZOYA FARUQII" he shrieked bringing her out of trance but it was too late.

"Wha…" and then she clasped her hand on mouth horrified and didn't once dared to look up at his face. She already knew that won't be a pretty picture, instead she looked down which she every time did when she knew she would be scolded and screamed at. But it was not what would break her heart. Well it was something that followed her name.

"What the hell! I don't know why you do something you are not good at, you are a guest so live like one. Don't try to merge in My family and house. You are just not needed here…" when he was interrupted by his Mom.

"Asad… how can you talk to her like that… she is just an innocent girl and she is just trying to help.. and you are accusing her for being little careless…"

"Ammi, I don't know why you keep protecting her. And she is not an INNOCENT girl." He said as he looked at her, who stood there with her head bowed down. He could notice the tears staining her face. He stopped with a sudden and without a next word he moved to his room to change immediately.

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'What ever she was, a clumsy, a horrible coffee maker or annoying girl, but she certainly didn't deserved tears. He hated tears, he felt a pang of guilt in his heart. No matter how much he loathed her presence in his house, no matter how much her presence tormented him, angered him, repulsed him not for now but from the day she entered his house but still she didn't deserved tears, and not by him at all.'

'It wasn't if she on purpose did something to annoy him but her mere presence was enough to make him furious. Everything about her was wrong, her big deep innocent eyes, her quivering lips when she cried, her anklets that disturbed him in morning and never let him stop thinking about her, her innocent petty jobs to please him, strange looks in her eyes when she looked at him, smile on her lips… everything.. everything was wrong. He knew. He just wanted her to go back from where she had come.'

It was better ten years ago. When they were in school. It was way too good then.

Flash-Back

2005 (Asad's villa.)

"Zoya Apa… where were u? Bhai is getting angry." Little thirteen year old Nazma said as she saw Zoya coming out of the house hastily.

"I am just.." she looked in her watch, "five minutes late." She said surprised. "Your brother is a perfection freak… you know." She made a face as she looked at him sitting on the window seat at back. "You go first." She asked Najma to go and sit beside Asad, but to her surprise Najma declined her request and said.

"Apa.. . I am sitting at window seat… so will you please move in?" Zoya looked at her horrified.

"Najma… please.." she pleaded her in hushed voice but giving no avail.

She moved in the car dejected towards her doom. However to her surprise nothing of such sort happened as she had thought. It was only for a fraction of second that he looked at her when she just sat beside him and then he looked out of the window the whole of journey, as if she never existed. It hurt her to same extent as it relieved her.

He moved out of the car as they reached the school. He was in 11^th and a prefect. One of the most handsome looking lad in school. Every girl swooned over him. They for some reason gave evil looks to Zoya and at the same time were over friendly with Najma. However if was definitely strange for Zoya to receive such looks.

She walked towards her class, she was in 8^th and famous for her innocent beauty not only in her class among boys but also in Asad's class. Everyone liked her, as her nature of that of carefree girl made her more attractive. She would talk to anyone who wanted to chat. But the real thing being she had never once imagined what would a boys mind possessed. She received as many 'hellos', and other greetings from all boys nearly everyone in school. It was a routine. But she always took them casually.

"hey.. hi Zoya. How are you?" A boy greeted from back.

"hey Akul! I am just fine.. You know everything…" she said as she looked towards Asad's walking away towards his class.

Akul smiled and said, "Why what happened now? Did he again shouted at you?"

Akul was only mate Asad was close to. It was only him ever visited him at home. For Zoya and Najma he was equal to a brother. Akul also treated them like young sisters as he had none. Zoya felt close to him for only he was who actually understood her. And he always made her feel better when ever Asad-Zoya would fight. He always tried to explain to Zoya that Asad was actually a good guy and he is just tough on exterior but internally he is soft and kind. However Zoya never believed him fully but it did made her feel better.

"He always does that… nothings new …. But today…" she trailed and turned away again looked towards the disappearing figure sadly.

"What? Did he beat you?" he asked shocked when he saw tears in her eyes.

"No!" she said shocked at his conclusion. "its just that he ignored me today. Its good when he fights me… but his ignorance didn't felt nice." She said looking down.

Akul looked at her in disbelief. As if she were mad. "So… you are sad because he didn't fight with you?" he said with uncertainty.

"yeah… kind of.." she said and felt stupid as she reconsidered her statement.

He guffawed. And walked away saying, "Did you get proper night's sleep yest? You need rest."

His statement made her scowl. It felt so stupid. What was she thinking. She should be happy, for once at least he didn't say anything to her. And here she felt bad of him not fighting with her and stating how unimportant she was. She really felt that something was definitely wrong with her. Thinking she entered her class.

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Flash-back ends

Present. 2013

She ran to her room. Tears running down her cheeks. She didn't know why he always does that. What has she done to gain so much of his hatred? Why he hurts her so much? Why it delights him seeing her in tears? Why he breaks her heart? Why he makes her feel so unworthy of her existence?

She knew she won't get an answer to these questions. But it really hurt her. She truly loved him and he always does just this one thing, break her heart so cruelly. Though she never expected anything from him but she respected him and never wanted him to shred his position in her eyes. It was one thing that kept her there, it made her heart yearn for him for she knew that he was the one best man any girl would ever desire. And knowing that she was so close to him when others could only dream of it, even though when he was yet so far. Did this distance could be counted in love? For her it didn't.

It seemed that everything regarding him was just a big mistake. Mistaken love, or just a blurred fantasy which was just too good to be true. Nothing seemed to make sense…. Her love nor feelings. It all seemed wrong, forbidden. Why she had to love the heartless. But there was just nothing that could be done now,… the feelings could not be just erased. It was a fact and now nothing could be changed. Even if it was a grave mistake. Even if now it brakes not only her heart but the soul.

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Okay now That's it for now…
I'll be updating it soon… in a day or two…
till then.. have a good night…
Love.Priya

nice story. really loved it .please do update soon.

Oh wow. what a chapter! very well written and good etching of the characters. I'm not so sure I like this Zoya though - she's not the independent, spunky, funny, assertive, exhuberant, adorable Ms Farooqui I love. she seems more like a humeira or nikhat to me. looking foward to next chapter. ur writing is really good and the plot vry interesting:)

really loved it .please do update soon

really liked it!! plz update soon..

wow loved it waiting for your next update

am lovng your writings... Waiting 4 nxt part..