After the truth at the Doll Factory Asad returned home. He went straight to his room. Below are thoughts of both Asad and Zoya. I've started it out not sure if I should continue...
Asad's POV:
Life is pretty complicated, there is no straight way, many of us take U-turns, detours or even give up. But what really keeps us going, thought Asad sitting against his teal couch. "I've trashed this whole room, broke every object in sight but why do I still feel pain inside?" Tears help cleanse the system, but was I allowed to shed them, thought Asad? I feel so devastated, my whole world pretty much ended today. The man I despised the most in my life could he really be that vile? And on top of that I was slapped by the same hands that fed me, nurtured me, that tucked me in at night while growing up. Was this life's way of playing a cruel joke on me?
Zoya's POV
I slowly opened Mr. Khan's room waiting for an uproar. Silence filled the room and there he was sitting all alone curled up in the corner. I walked over to him, trying to feed him and hydrate him with his favorite sumatra coffee. But he didn't budge. He was staring into space crying his heart out. I've never seen Mr. Khan like this. Something inside of me was breaking at the sight of this. I sat next to him and placed my hand on his shoulder. I wanted him to know I was there for him. He slowly took me into a hug. A long, powerful hug. I've never felt so comforted before, here I was trying to comfort him but instead he was comforting me. I didn't want to let go, I wanted to hold on for eternity.
ZOYA'S POV
Mr. Khan and I did not break our hug, in fact we fell asleep embracing each other. When the rays of the morning hit our eyes we slowly let each other go. I was totally shocked that I slept like that all night. It was very serene to lay in his arms. I still did not know why I felt so at satisfied doing so. Mr. Khan on the other end just sat there. There was no reaction from him. For a moment I thought he would start an outburst but nothing. I didn't even realize he was there. I had to do something to bring him out of this mopey stage. I couldn't watch him like this. It was so painful. I decided to freshen up and bring him some coffee.
ASAD's POV
Nothing really mattered to me today. I didn't feel like getting ready or going to work. I didn't even feel like moving. I felt so lifeless. I couldn't stop thinking how could Rashid Ahmed Khan kill someone? How could he destroy someone's life and then cover it up? I felt ashamed to share the same DNA with that man. I knew he was selfish but he was also a murderer, that was too much to digest for me.
ZOYA'S POV
After taking a hot shower and changing into my usual jeans and a shirt I made some strong coffee for Mr. Khan. I sneaked into his room through the window again since he bolted the door shut. I forced him to take a sip of the coffee I made him and after much hesitation he did so. He only took a few sips but that was enough for me. I tried comforting him and giving him courage to start a new day. He just looked at me like I was cracking a joke. I kept insisting and finally he snapped. He said "How would you know how I feel right now?"
ZOYA'S POV:
I do know how you feel right now Mr. Khan. I have been living life like it's a masquerade party wearing a different mask everyday to entertain everyone except myself. Only I know how much pain I go through every day. I would never have shared this with anyone since I like to keep my personal life "personal". But I felt like opening up to you earlier but you were disturbed and then time never gave me that opportunity again. Anyways...Mr. Khan you already know my ami is no more. She died saving me from a fire. A fire that was perhaps set by my dad or someone else I don't know. I am staying here trying to locate my father and ask him where he was my whole life and why he left my ami and I or why he set us on fire. There is so much going on in my mind I myself don't know what happened since I was only three. Look at my scars, I stare at them every day so they remind me of the mishap that once took place. I re-live this pain every time I look at these scars. I wonder how and why all this happened. Even though one of your parents hasn't been there for you most of your life the other was always there for you. You had a shoulder to cry on, you know where your lineage started and who you are and above all you had support of your loved ones, while I had nothing. I was only given hardships from the beginning of my birth, and I don't even know where tomorrow will lead me. If I compare you to myself you are far more lucky then I am. I have nothing Mr. Khan, nothing to lose.
ASAD'S POV
Asad was just staring at Zoya. Tears filled his eyes and once again she had surprised him. He could never have guessed that she must be facing all these problems because she always looked so happy and content. Her mask never let him know who the real Zoya was. The pain she must be feeling how does she manage to live life to it's fullest. The beautiful lady standing in front of him has faced this much in life yet she's so determined. How can anyone be like that? He took her into a hug, a real tight hug. " I am so sorry Zoya, I could never have thought you went through this much in life". You are right, you could relate to what I am feeling probably better than what I can. I am sorry for being so weak today. Zoya broke the hug and held his face with her hands. She wiped his tears and said "who said you are weak Mr. Khan. When I look at you I feel inspired, you make me feel safe and secure. How could you be weak?"
ZOYA'S POV
She stood there like a statue staring into his moist eyes. They were standing so close to each other that they could feel each other's breath. Asad was still holding onto her from the waist. She held onto his shoulders and leaned closer into him. Asad moved closer and their noses were now touching. Asad tilted his head a bit and they both started to kiss. They were kissing with so much passion that Asad pushed Zoya onto the teal couch behind them. He was on top of her and she was pinned under him where their legs were still on the ground. They felt like this was so right and something they both wanted for the longest time. Today their ego was not getting in the way nothing was going to get in the way. Asad then continued to kiss Zoya on the neck while Zoya was catching her air and caressing Asad's hair. Asad then got back to kissing Zoya on the lips and both of them started their passion filled kiss all over again. None of them wanted to stop, they could go on forever and probably would have but then there was a gunshot noise coming from the living room. Najma was yelling for help. TO BE CONTINUED>>>>>>
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