Chapter 2
Zoya sat in her room talking to her jeeju. For her, it was just too good to have him talk to her whenever she wants. She knew, whatever the situation was, whatever the problem is or anything, her jeeju will always be by her side, supporting her as he did in her decision of staying back in India. It was as if they share a good bond between them.
"Haan jeeju I'm fine. Aap bolo? How is aapi?" Asked Zoya in her usual happy tone.
"Yahan toh sab theek hai. Lekin tu jaanti hai na, ghar mein ek dum sannaata sa ho gaya hai tere India mein rehne ki wajah se." replied Anwar.
"Aww really jeeju? Koi nahi... chinta na karo. Bas thode dino baad waapis aa jaaungi." replied zoya sadly.
"That's great but mereko aisa kyon lag raha hai ki tera man wahan lag gaya hai? Kahin kisi se pyaar toh nahi ho gaya?" joked Anwar while Zoya stiffened.
Yes, she has finally fallen in love with someone. Someone, for whom she was just a misfit. How is she to compose herself? Only she knew, how hard it was for her to compose herself whenever he spoke those - anger and hatred filled words to her.
It was killing her every day, indeed every second.
All she wanted to do was just pack up her belongings and leave the place. But ironically she never had that much courage to do so. She had been so attached to najama and her phoophi that it breaks her heart down with the very thought of leaving the place where she felt like home.
Home. Was this really her home? She was just a mere guest over there and Tanveer had made it very clear to her. Only if zoya knew, what tanveer was actually up-to.
She shut her eyes tight as tears made their way out.
"Hello? Zoya?" spoke out anwar taking her out of the trance.
Zoya wiped up the tears and spoke out in the usual manner "Me and love? Jeeju paagal ho gaye ho aap!"
"Accha zoya, I got to leave. Warna late ho jaaunga. Bye. And ya, take care. Koi aisa waisa kaam mat kar dena. Kay?" spoke out anwar.
"Ya jeeju. Bye" and Zoya ended the call.
Only if she knew, there was someone who had just listened it all.
Someone who had just started to feel for her. Someone named Asad Ahmed Khan.
Back at Asad's room.
"She was leaving. She was going to leave him forever! And it's all because of you damn it!" shouted his heart and mind together.
He knew, he had pushed her away very much but never did he ever knew that he had pushed her away from him to such an extent that he can never have her back.
Yes, he had a well defined reason for pushing her away. Indeed there wasn't a single reason. To be prescribed, there was a pile of reasons for this "rude" behavior of him.
He was scared. All his life, he had seen only on thing i.e. rejection.
Ever since, his father had left him and his small yet happy family, he had just locked himself from the world. He understood, for facing the world he had to be strong. Strong for his ammi for his sister.
Well, fear was just another reason for this behavior of him. He feared he will end up hurting the one he will marry. He feared he will end up hurting her the way his father had hurt his ammi.
For him, the blood rushing in his body was just of his Abbu and he was just like him. Dilshaad tried making him understand that he is not like his abbu but the result was just the same.
These reason were the most which had made him push her away from him. He never wanted to hurt her as his abbu had hurt his ammi. He feared rejection.
Little did he ever knew, he was the only one who had hurt her the most in the process of this "stay-away" game. Ever did he knew, she would never reject him. For her, he was just a perfect fit.
The morning next to that beautiful night was just as bad as the day when his abbu left him. He was not angry at Zoya for not letting him reach the court, indeed he was angry on him own-self for opening up to her.
He knew, the feelings will just grew and he want to stop it. But are these feeling in his hand? Well, they never were.
And this is what they had led him to. He had lost his heart to a girl whom he had never imagined to. How ironical.
He felt tears build up in his eyes. The mere thought of her leaving him was too much for him to digest. He just can't let her leave him. But then, who is he to stop her?
He is just a no one. Just no one. Not even friend. He didn't knew which was the only thread which had linked him to her. What had made him care for her. What had made him feel for her like this way.
Ever since she had entered his house, there was only one thing between them - pure hatred.
But now, where had that hatred gone?
What was that which happened in Mangalpur. Why did he felt as if his life had been snatched away from him when he saw her like a dead body?
"Wasn't that love?" spoke out his heart. But again, where did this love came from.
Only if he knew, the more different you are, the more you attract. And its even said, "Opposite Attracts".
Wasn't it for him? Damn! It suited his and Zoya's case perfectly.
They both were so different from each other, yet they were always bonded up by a force. The force which had now grown to such a big extent that one can't bare living without the other.
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Zoya sat in the lawn looking up at the sky talking to her ammi.
"Main bahut buri hun na ammi? Isiliye toh kabhi koi mujhe chodke chala jaata hai ya phir main. Aap kyon gayi ammi? Uss aag se kyon bachaaya mujhe aapne? Usi aag mein aapke saath jal kar mar jaati toh accha hota na ammi? Atleast aapke saath hoti ab. Aap se theek se baat kar paati. Pata hai aami, jab rona aata hai toh koi nahi hota. Aapki gaud mein sar rakh kar rone ka man karta hai ammi. But aap nahi ho. Abbu... aabu bhi chale gaye the aapko aur mujhe chodke sirf paison ke liye. Main bahut buri hun aami. Please apne paas bula na mujhe... please ammi." broke down zoya.
Little did she knew, Asad was just standing behind her and had tears in his eyes listening to her confession. Edited by abhiyakreya - 12 years ago
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