Dil ki baat: Asad's POV Pt 4-pg 16 (Feb 3) - Page 5

Originally posted by: ras224

hey bheegi dat ws a fantabulous part 1👏...u hv described asad's painful past so beautifully dat it brought tears in my eyes😭...i thought i really cn acknowledge wat he actually went through...his hardship days were very aptly portrayed by u⭐️...is mein poochne ki kya baat hai u hv 2 cont😳

Part 2:

I don't know why, her tears pinched a chord in my heart. Even though we both were in allah's cradle, I felt a sudden urge to walk towards her and take care of her. She looked so innocent, yet vulnerable. Normally, I would have averted my gaze from any woman, but an invisible force pulled me towards her. Then I shut my eyes in prayer for her; asked Allah to give her the strength to fight her sorrows. As if on cue, when I opened my eyes again, she had disappeared. I lit a candle and wished her happiness in her life. I would probably never see her again, but her image was etched in my heart forever.

Later that day, as fate would have it, I couldn't believe my eyes when I accidentally ran into her on the road. Like before, I couldn't take my eyes off her as she sat nursing her bruised elbow. I felt guilty and responsible for the mishap but silently thanked Allah for giving me another opportunity to see her again. Women were never a part of my existence, but something about this bride captured my attention. I sat down beside her, hoping to give her a helping hand.

My excitement was short lived. I had been mistaken. I wish she had never spoken. Her silence had captivated me but her words turned me off. She was the most ill bred woman I had ever met. Of course, everything made sense when she mentioned she was from New York. How could such a beautiful creation be so ugly on the inside? I regretted my prayers for her and wished I had never set eyes on her at the dargah. Perhaps, this was allah's way of saving me from breaking my resolution. I had resolved never to fall in love with a woman after Mr. Rashid Khan abandoned all of us. Ammi's grief had put me off love and after meeting Ms New York, I was convinced that there is no place for love in my life. The momentary attraction was just a sign of weakness; Allah's way of guiding me to the right path.

To my dismay, I ran into this ill-mannered woman a few times afterwards. She was never meant to be a bride, I learnt. Her attire, her attitude, her arrogance reflected the way she had been brought up in the west. I am sure her family had spoilt her and never guided her the right way.

I am usually a good judge of character; how did I make a mistake with her? She had called me judgmental, but I think I am usually able to see beyond people's exterior. I felt she was the judgmental one- she probably hates all men, typical feminist types. I could visualize her shouting slogans with a placard in her hand- a waste of time in my opinion. People who have nothing else to do; or have not experienced the real world, do such useless things.

As if Allah was still testing me, I got the biggest shock of my life, when Ms New York showed up as a house guest at our place. Ammi, the kind woman that she is, couldn't refuse an offer to be guardian to her friend's relative. My equilibrium had already been disturbed after the few meetings with her; now I would have to bear her 24/7. I resolved to stay away from her as much as possible- perhaps start some new projects at work. To add to my woes, she turned out to be the most disorganized, untidy and loud person in the house. I had to sanitize my bedroom after she accidentally settled in my precious bedroom.

I don't know why Najma and Ammi took a liking for her. She was probably a clever woman- knew how to manipulate people. She almost did that to me in the dargah, although I don't think she ever saw me there. I hated her guts; she broke every rule in the house. Normally, I wouldn't have cared, but for some reason, I wanted her to follow our rules. Why? Why did that bother me so much? We had entertained guests in the past, but none had rattled me as much as Ms Zoya Farooqui did. Was I still mesmerized by her image in the dargah? Did I want her to fit my image of an ideal woman? Why? I don't have any answers. She has the most beautiful smile in the world, but why do I feel like strangling her when she does that? She has created a lot of commotion in my house and in my life. I want her to leave but then why do I care about her being out so late? Why do I have this urge to protect her? To make sure, she doesn't get hurt again? To make sure she doesn't cry like she did at the dargah?

'to be contd'

did Rashid divorce Dilshad or they just got separated?

U didn't mention anything abt Asad's bonding with Nikhat and Nuzhat.. coz its not like they didn't meet each other in all those 17 yrs.. and what abt Shireen.. whats his take on her?

Originally posted by: Annu..

did Rashid divorce Dilshad or they just got separated?

U didn't mention anything abt Asad's bonding with Nikhat and Nuzhat.. coz its not like they didn't meet each other in all those 17 yrs.. and what abt Shireen.. whats his take on her?

Originally posted by: bheegi

hey annu...good to see you. I think rashid's status with dilshaad is still a mystery. They did mention divorce in the serial but Rashid's expression said something else. I have a feeling they are just separated. Let's assume Asad doesn't know the truth...

Yeah, i was going to mention the other sisters and shireen. will try to do so in a later part.