Zoya felt loneliness empowered her as she saw Najma, Asad, Dilshaad and Tanveer sharing a hug. Ever since Tanveer had come to the house, she was being pushed into a dark pitched room. She hated the fact that she lost everything, which she took as a family.
She never had expectations from Asad as she knew, for him she will always be a guest inspite of some close moments they have shared. However, the fact that she is losing Najma and her Phupi is making a hole in her heart. They ignoring her were like a stab right at the most sensitive part of her heart.
She wiped the tears, which threaten to flow down her cheeks and left the house determined to finish the mission for which she was here for and leave for New York as soon as she can.
She just can't make a fool of herself by losing her heart to someone for whom she was just nothing!
She hated the fact that she lost her heart to him.
She hated the fact that she fall for a cold-hearted person like him.
She hated the fact that she let him conquer her heart and let him play with it.
She hated that she opened up to him.
She hated everything related to him.
But then, she cherish those moments which she spend with him.
She cherished the moments she spent with him in Mangalpur. Though she was almost gonna loose her life, she cherish it because that was the first time when she saw the concern for her in his eyes.
She cherished the moments she spend with him last night. Their first dance, the confession. She cherished them all but he? Oh well he hardly remember a word they shared the last night.
The sight of him hugging another woman and ignoring her like a plague was too much for her to digest.
She fought back the tears as she replayed the very scene in her mind. Taking a deep breath she moved forward to resume her mission. She had redeveloped the picture but that was not clear still. But yes, a little improvement was surely there in it. She ran like a minac asking for her abbu from different people but what she got was only and only disappointment!
She had only 4 days left and then, her visa would be expired. "What should I do? " Zoya thought to herself. Never in her life she had felt so lonely even when she had lost her mother. Ya it is true that somewhere she must have felt lonely but her aapi was there with her that time. But now? There was no one by her side.
Back at khan's house, no one had any idea where Zoya was and this was something which had left them all tensed about her well being. Asad took the keys and had left to search for her but on the other way, Zoya was retuning back to the place empty handed. She need to do it fast but the question was just the same. HOW? How is she going to find her abbu? How is she gonna do this? Again, a question was disturbing her since a very long time. Did her abbu know she is alive? She gulped down the saliva as a thought ran down through her mind. "What if he had something to do with whatever happened 20 years ago?"
As she reached home, she was poured with many questions but she turned a deaf ear towards them. She directly went p in her room, locked it tight, and broke down crying hard.
She was lonely would surely be a gross understatement. She was indeed dying from inside. All this was too much for her. She needed a shoulder to cry upon. She needed someone who could understand her. For god's sake she need HIM! But well, had her wishes been fulfilled ever? NO! Then, why today?
Inside her heart, she knew he will come but her mind was repeating only one thing. "Why the hell will he come?"
That night she made a promise to herself that she will move on and will forget everything, which happened in these months. She booked the tickets for New York and packed up her stuff.
Wrote it in a study break. And yup it do have 1 or 2 parts left, depending on how much time i will get to update it. Do leave your precious views and tell should I continue it or not?!
Part 2 (a) - Page 6
Part 2 (b) - Page 8
Sequel FF : Bekaraar
Geet - Hui Sabse Parayee
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