~Dil-e-Muztar~ AsYa FF Part 7 updtd Pg. 74 - Page 39

Originally posted by: _Annie_

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awwwiiieee... itni jaldi reply kiya?? Mere toh bhagya hi khul gaye.
I laooo you too meri jaan 😆

Originally posted by: -SB-

awwwiiieee... itni jaldi reply kiya?? Mere toh bhagya hi khul gaye.
I laooo you too meri jaan 😆

Originally posted by: _Annie_

Uff...shukriya shukriya shukriya *Zoya's style*😆😆

ya allah... abhi jaldi update karna plz

Originally posted by: -SB-

ya allah... abhi jaldi update karna plz

Zoya sat on her favorite place, the bench on which she used to sit and remember her Abbu. This place had always given her peace, but this time she wasn't thinking about her abbu, she was thinking about her life which had turned upside down due to the extra-ordinary turn of events. Exactly a month ago, she could've never thought that her life would take such drastic turns. But, here she was Divorced, Devastated and betrayed. She blinked back the tears that formed in her eyes because she was literally tired of crying.

A mug of coffee popped up from nowhere and she looked up to see who was standing, "Mr. Khan?" She merely whispered, as she looked up. He smiled slightly at her as she took the mug from him, hesitating a bit.

They sat in silence as a light gush of smooth wind hit them, making her fringes tickle her face. Asad resisted the urge to move them away and tuck them behind her ear. He looked away, reminding himself that he had no right.

"Why are you doing this?" She asked, taking him by surprise.

"Huh?" He asked, confused.

"I asked, why are you doing this?" She repeated her question.

"What am I doing?" He had no idea what she was talking about.

"Taking care of me, showing concern towards me! Why are you doing this?" She raised her voice a little bit, "I know this is fake. You don't give a damn about me. Then why?" Her voice broke.

Asad was at a loss of words. She thinks I'm faking it? "I'm not faking it, Zoya. I do care" He managed to slip the words out of his mouth.

Zoya rolled her teary eyes, "Please Mr. Khan, stop lying. I know how happy you were when I left the house and married Ayaan. And now that I am back, you must be thinking to get rid of me somehow."

"Stop it Zoya!" Asad stood up, having enough of her nonsense, "How can you even say that?"

"Because I know that. I know what you think about me" She said, "And don't worry Mr. Khan, I won't trouble you that much. I'll leave soon" Saying so, she started to walk away but he held her arm and pulled her back, jamming her fragile frame with his rock hard one.

"Leave? What do you mean?!"Asad shouted, "Do you think it's a joke? Look at yourself, are you in a condition to leave? Where will you go, haan?" He tried knocking some sense in her.

"You don't have to worry about me Mr. Khan. I can manage myself very well; I'm not that weak that I will need you!" She shouted back, tears slipping down her face.

Asad was shocked at her behavior. What in the world makes her think like that? She kept struggling out of his firm grip, all in vain. "Let go of me!" She shouted.

"Zoya! Get a grip. Calm down, you're not in your senses!" Asad tried to calm her down but she kept hitting his chest with her small fists, tears streaming down her face.

Asad had no choice but to hug her despite of her resistance. He wrapped his arms around her softly yet firmly, as she still kept hitting him. He caressed her back to calm her down but she kept sobbing. Soon, he felt her resistance washing away as she stopped hitting him but she didn't hug him either. She stood like a sobbing statue, with her head on his shoulder as he placed a feather-light kiss on her forehead.

Gulping the lump formed in his throat, he spoke, "Zoya, you need to realize this. This is not you. The real Zoya is lost somewhere, the one who had brought laughter to this house and made it a home, the one whose silly poetries and nonsense chatter made everyone smile, the one who is missed by her Phupi and Tamatar, and I won't lie, but I miss her too." He said with no hesitation, because he knew his hesitation will be of no help and he wanted her to hear the truth.

"I know what happened with you was..." he choked, wanting to gulp down his anger whenever he remembered that, "...wrong. But punishing yourself will never help you. You have to be strong, the way you've always been. And why do you feel there's no one with you? You have your family with you. Ammi, Najma and..." He stopped for a second to gulp down the last bit of his hesitation, "Me."

They stood there in silence as they breathed in their scents. It took Asad a minute to realize that Zoya was not responding, he pulled her back softly to find her eyes closed. He smiled and picked up in his arms and led her to her room.

Placing her down on the bed, he pulled the comforter as he sat down beside her to admire her serene face. He kept looking at her, peace washing his heart. His lips pulled into a smile as he removed the fringe that disturbed her. Her innocence made his heart clench, as a tears slipped down his cheek. He bent down and kissed her forehead softly.

Making sure she was comfortable, he made his way out of her room, not before giving her one last glance full of love.

***

Zoya fluttered her eyes open as she felt sunlight hitting her, waking her up. She got up and stretched herself. She felt better, lighter than before, after a long time. And she knew the reason.

She got up and walked towards the window. Last night was still afresh in her mind, even though she was half conscious but she remembered his words clearly. How his words had managed to soothe her. How his words were able to make her want to live life again like before. It wasn't the first time he comforted her, but this time she felt different. She felt safe and protected in his arms; there was a different kind of warmth in them, as if he wanted to fight against the world for her.

But why did he never stopped me? Her mind shouted. He could've stopped me, told me he loves me...wait, love? He...loves...me? Joke. He never did, he'll never do. Whatever happened last night was out of sheer sympathy. If he had an ounce of love for me, he'd never let me go and marry his brother, but he let me, and now he's just guilty just coz of his brother.

She felt angry tears pour down at this thought. He's just guilty. She kept chanting it to herself, avoiding any kind of hope to grow in her heart.

***

"Good morning Phupi" Dilshad almost dropped the bowl out of her hands in surprise. She turned around to see Zoya standing before her, clad in a white salwar kameez with her dazzling smile. Dilshad's eyes watered seeing her smile after so long; it felt as if her Zoya was back.

"Zoya...beta.." She was utterly surprised to see her. Since she had come back here, not even once she came out. She was always locked up in her room and despite their requests, she never came out.

"Kya hua phupi?" Zoya chuckled, "Aise kya dekh rai hain? Mein ne socha aaj breakfast aap ke saath kar lun and so I'll be able to help you with it too..." She stopped for a second, "pehle ki tarah" Dilshad smiled a teary smile, she could see the pain behind those happy eyes, but she was more than glad and grateful to Allah that at least Zoya was trying to come out of her shell.

She forwarded her hands as Zoya came and hugged her. Dilshad embraced her as tightly as she could, feeling her daughter back. She pulled apart and kissed her forehead, "Meri bacchi..." Zoya smiled at her motherly affection which she missed so much. "I missed you Phupi" She said through her tears.

"I missed you too beta...ye ghar tumhare bina kuch bhi nai tha" She replied, kissing her forehead again as she hugged her.

"No one missed me" They turned around to see a pouting Najma and smiled at her indirect taunt to Zoya. "I missed you more my Tamatar. Come here..." Najma smiled wide and jumped up and hugged Zoya as she hugged her back. "How is your diet going han?" Zoya teased once they pulled apart. "Awesome as always" She said cheerfully. "Hmm, I can see that" Zoya said, wiping the bit of chocolate from her cheek while Najma smiled sheepishly.

Dilshad chuckled and hug her daughters, feeling blissful after a long time. She looked up and thanked Allah. Her eyes fell on Asad who stood there with his arms folded, smile -a real one, playing on his lips. She smiled knowingly at him, having an idea of what he was thinking.

Asad stood there admiring his little family, a happy one after a long time. He looked at Zoya who chuckled at something Najma told her, his eyes watered at this sight. It won't be long enough to see her eyes sparkle when she laughed, the way they used to do, he promised himself. He smiled back at Dilshad when she smiled at him, thanking Allah for listening to their prayers. Things were not exactly the way they used to be, but what made him relaxed was they started to get better.

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Hola! :D Sup everyone? I've continued this FF after a long time so please ignore any kind of mistake. :) So, I hope things are a little clearer now. The story will move with a slow pace, so I'll need patience from you guys :)

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Originally posted by: _Annie_

Guys! Mujhe 'Res' ki shop nai kholni!😆

itna late update diya tune toh ab res unres nai karne waali mein 3 days tak