Asya SS ~ Tu Jahan Main Wahan! THREAD 1 (chapter 1-9) - Page 63

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The way Zoya figures stuff out
is really amazing
AyRa scene was so cute no AsYa though.. oh no but you better make up for it love the Banner

The way Zoya figures stuff out
is really amazing
AyRa scene was so cute no AsYa though.. oh no but you better make up for it
Love the Banner

I read all the parts in one go and all the parts are just amazing
Loved it
Fab
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Part 9

Zoya paced in her room with the bunch of keys in her hand. She was cursing her stupid inner voice which never gives good ideas when she needs them. Couldn't she have suggested humaira's room a little earlier? She now had to wait for another opportunity to search Razia's room.

Later that night, Razia went to the kitchen to execute her new plan to eliminate Zoya out of their house and out of their lives. She had successfully managed to spoil her black magic plan and now she will have to suffer so that Shireen starts believing in it again or else her whole plan will be ruined, her ideas to create a wide rift between Shireen and Dilshad will go down the drain. She switched off the gas, poured the hot milk into the glass, mixed some powder in it and made her way upstairs.

Nuzhat who was coming down nearly crashed into her.

"Oh ho, can't you watch where you are going."

Nuzhat was going to apologize when she saw the glass of milk in her hand.

"Oh mumani you are so sweet you knew that I can't study properly having warm milk that's why you got it for me right?" Nuzhat beamed and took the glass from her hand. Razia snatched it back from her and Nuzhat looked at her bewildered.

"N-Nuzhat this is not for you, it's for Zoya." She said.

"Zoya baji? Ok then you can make another one for her, I'll take this one."

"NO!" she shouted.

"I-I mean that Nuzhat beta you know Zoya is not feeling well and do you remember what the doctor said that we should take care of her and give her healthy food. She is a guest and we don't want her family complaining that we don't take care of their girl right? Why don't you go make another one for yourself and I'll give this one to Zoya." She explained in a sweet voice. Nuzhat simply nodded and went downstairs with a confused look on her face. Razia heaved a sigh of relief and proceeded further.

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"Allah Miyan I have to find my abbu and get out of her as soon as possible or else this Mr khan will eat my head by calling me in every 2 hours." Zoya said with a huff as she disconnected yet another incoming call from Asad. She heard a knock on the door, thinking it might be Ayaan she asked the person to come in but she was surprised and a little shocked to see Razia there. She had never come to her room ever since she came here. She wondered if she came here to talk about the keys and so she mentally tried to come up with a lie.

"Razia aunty a-aap?"

"Woh Shireen has sent this for you." She pointed at the glass.

"Eee, I don't like drinking milk." Zoya made a face. Seriously what was wrong in coffee?

Razia rolled her eyes at her.

"Actually she says that it's good for your health she was going to come herself but I was coming upstairs anyway." She lied smoothly.

Zoya was a little apprehensive at first but she didn't want to upset Shireen so she took the glass and kept it on the side table.

"I'll drink it." She said and looked at her phone which was ringing again.

"Woh, Shireen knew you wouldn't drink it so she wants me to be here to see to it that you finish the glass."

Zoya had to take the call, she knew Asad would be furious and the fact that Asad's big ego still let him call her repeatedly even after she disconnected the call meant he might have something important to say. She could not take the call with Razia hovering over her so to make her go she gulped down the milk in one go and even though it tasted a little different her mind was too preoccupied to think about it. Razia took the glass from her and walked out of the room.

Zoya stared at the phone which had now stopped ringing.

"Arrey now I'm free so he is not calling. Incredibly foolish." She huffed and dialed his number hoping he wasn't too angry. She however met with the prerecorded voice of the operator.

"Busy? Zaroor Ayaan se baat kar rahe honge." As she said that she started making her way to Ayaan's room but before she could walk out she felt dizzy. She clutched the door for support as she felt the room sway. She felt her palms itch and she let go the door to scratch it. Soon it was not just her palms that were itching, she started scratching her arms, elbows, neck and back, she was getting frustrated and started scratching rigorously not caring that her nails were forming marks on her skin. She lifted her sleeves to look at her arms and was shocked to see rashes appear on them. The itching refused to subside instead it grew worse. Zoya made her way towards the bathroom all the while rubbing her palms on her neck as tears made their way down her cheeks. She splashed water on the rashes but that didn't help either, she washed her arms with soap but even that didn't work. She let out a cry and started walking towards the bed; her skin had become red with nail marks over them.

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"Bhaijaan don't worry Zoya is fine here." Ayaan said amusedly.

"Then why is she not picking up the phone?"

"Maybe she is busy."

"But she is disconnecting my calls."

"My answer is still the same bhaijaan." He rolled his eyes.

"Can you just go to her room and check if she's okay?"

"Of course bhaijaan, I'm sure she is alright but just for you I'll check on her. Waise why are you so concerned huh?" he teased.

"W-Woh, a-actually, woh, who said I'm concerned, it's...um...er, yes, it's ammi. She wants to know if Zo-Ms Farooqui is fine. Yeah!" Asad stammered.

Ayaan was enjoying Asad trying to come up with a lame excuse. Why can't he just admit it that he cares about Zoya and it's HE who wants to know whether she is fine and not Dilshad.

Ayaan was laughing at his bhaijaan but his laughter died when he saw Zoya.

"ZOYA!" he yelled. He was shocked to see her sitting on the bed crying inconsolably and scratching her neck. Her face had become red and there were rashes all over.

"Ayaan... Ayaan, what happened to Zoya? Is she alright?"

Ayaan came out of the shock when he heard his bhaijaan.

"B-Bhaijaan woh Zoya, bhaijaan I'll call you later."

"What? Ayaan wait...Ayaan." But he had hung up on him and went towards Zoya.

"Zoya what happened? Ammi! Ammi please come here!" Ayaan called out to Shireen.

In a few minutes everyone came inside Zoya's room stunned at looking at her. Razia tried hiding her smirk from everyone's gaze. She was happy her plan was working.

"Ya Allah yeh kya hua Zoya ko?" Shireen cried.

"I-I don't know ammi I came to her room and saw this... abbu call the doctor."

Rashid nodded and Shireen sat beside Zoya prying her hands off her neck.

"Don't scratch it'll only get worse. Tell me how did this happen?"

"I-I-I don't know I was fine one moment and then suddenly I started feeling dizzy and itchy. Make the itching stop phupi." She buried her face in her hands and sobbed. She was not crying because of the pain but because she felt helpless.

"I have called the doctor he'll be here any minute."

Shireen tried her best to make her feel comfortable, she gave her some water to drink but she coughed and spluttered it. The doctor soon arrived and started the checkup.

"Do you have any allergies?" he asked Zoya but she shook her head. As far as she knew she didn't have any allergy.

"Are you sure? Because it looks like an allergic reaction. Maybe you do have an allergy that you are unaware about?"

"No doctor my aapi and jeeju had me checked by a doctor for any allergies when I was a child. I'm sure I'm not allergic to anything."

The doctor then asked her to open her mouth and was surprised to see the same rashes on her throat as well.

"Ah, it's not an allergic reaction, you have eaten something poisonous."

"What are you saying doctor?" Shireen was shocked to hear that.

"Not the deadly kind of poisonous but the type which gives you reactions if you eat it or touch it." He explained.

"But we had the same dinner and we all are fine doctor." Rashid said.

"What was the last thing you ate or drank?" the doctor turned to Zoya.

"Milk! I drank the milk that Razia aunty had got for me."

Everyone turned to look at Razia.

"Haan woh toh laayi thi main because she was not feeling well but how can milk be poisonous." She looked away.

"Nowadays nothing is pure everything is adulterated, I'll throw away the milk right now." Shireen muttered. Rashid however was not convinced, he knew what kind of woman was Razia and he also knew she was not that fond of Zoya and she would never do anything so sweet for someone she doesn't like. Something was fishy and he had to find out.

"I'm prescribing some medicines which needs to be taken on time, please see to it she doesn't skip any of them or the rashes won't go." He handed the prescription letter to Rashid and took his leave.

"It's all because of the black magic." Razia said. She decided it was the correct time to bring the whole black magic drama again.

"What nonsense mumani." Ayaan huffed.

"Shireen the doctor said something poisonous that affects when someone eats it or touches it and didn't she touch the voodoo doll this morning? It's all because of that Shireen."

That had shireen's pea-sized brain running an extra mile, Ayaan tried to rebuke razia's crazy thinking but before he could do that his phone rang for the umpteenth time. He didn't need to glance at the caller ID to know who it was, he excused himself and went to his room to answer the call before his brother killed him for not informing him what happened to Zoya.

"Y-yes bhaijaan!"

"Ask everyone to leave Zoya's room I'm coming there in 10 minutes!" he came straight to the point.

"What? Bhaijaan no..."

"Just shut up and do as I say or else I'll come in through the door and I won't care who sees me." After giving him the ultimatum he hung up on him.

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"Beta are you comfortable do you need something?" Shireen asked Zoya.

"Ammi she is fine, let her rest!" Ayaan said desperately to Shireen as he kept glancing at his watch.

Zoya lay down and balled her hands in a fist in order to stop herself from scratching. Shireen had warned her not to scratch any part of her or else she would have to wrap her hands with a cloth or something. She of course didn't want to look like she was getting ready for a boxing match and hence tried to control herself from scratching or rubbing the rashes, not that she looked anywhere close to fine now. She was sure she looked like a hideous tomato with boils. She groaned at the mental picture. The door squeaked open she thought it was Shireen again feeling guilty that something happened to her in this home when they were supposed to take care of her. She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Asad walked inside Zoya's room and he saw her sleeping on the bed. Ayaan had filled him in with what had happened to her. He was concerned and worried but he was also annoyed. What was it with her and her attraction with anything even close to trouble? She never took care of her and she wouldn't even come back home. But tonight was going to be the last night she was staying here. He slowly made his way towards her bad and sat on the edge of it, looking at her face. Tears stung his eyes when he looked at her skin. He lifted his right hand and gently caressed her face, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. She was asleep one moment and the nest she snapped her eyes wide open looking at him with a shocked expression.

Zoya felt the bed dip and she knew Shireen was sitting at the edge of the bed she expected a soft hand caressing her hair but was surprised to feel a different kind of touch on her face, the touch which she can never forget, the person she can never forget. She opened her eyes and saw him right there in front of her.

"W-Woh Actually..." but he couldn't complete his sentence as Zoya crashed into him. It took him a minute to process what was happening it was then he realized Zoya was hugging him. Tentatively he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, burying his face in her long tresses, inhaling her sweet flowery fragrance and nuzzled in them. He was reveling in her arms when he heard her sobs. He pulled away and cupped her face flicking away the tears that rolled down her cheeks with his thumb.

"Zoya."

"Mr Khan I was so scared, I don't know how it happened I was perfectly fine." She cried.

"Hey, it's okay, the doctor did say that it'll be alright, just take your medicines on time." He spoke to her as if talking to a little child. Zoya nodded meekly and placed her head on his shoulder.

"By tomorrow you will be alright and I'll come to pick you up, just keep your bag ready and..."

"Excuse me!" Zoya looked at him incredulously.

"What?"

"I'm not going Mr Khan."

"Are you out of your senses? Did these rashes appear in your brain as well? Look Zoya I told you that if anything happens to you again I will come and get you. I knew this place was never safe for you but does anyone especially you ever listen to me?"

"But Mr Khan I think I may have come close to a clue, I can't just leave without finding it. Mr Khan please I can't leave tomorrow."

"Zoya!" he said exasperated.

"Please Mr Khan I need to find my abbu!"

"Two days! Two days is all you get to find your abbu." He said with a sigh. Zoya squealed in delight and he kept his hand over her mouth.

"Ssh, you don't want people to hear."

Zoya giggled and then remembered something.

"Waise Mr Khan you again climbed the pipe? How many do I have to tell you not to do that. Roz roz massage nahi milega aapko, aisa hi hua toh I'll start charging for every massage sessions." She chuckled.

"Stop flattering yourself Ms Farooqui massage wasn't even effective." He scoffed.

"Oh really? And that is why you were moaning in appreciation huh?" she teased him. Thank goodness for the darkness for Zoya was not able to see Asad blush but she knew he was embarrassed.

"And I didn't climb the window this time, Ayaan took me in from the back door."

Zoya gaped at him in surprise. The things Asad Ahmed Khan would do for her. Asad kept his hand on her shoulder and made her lie on the bed. He then arranged her pillows and covered her with the duvet. He leaned towards her, Zoya's breath hitched at the close proximity. He smiled and whispered throatily in her ears,

"Two days!"

He smirked and went outside the door where a very tensed Ayaan was standing guiding the door.

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A/N - Aha, finally updated! Did you hear that guys? 2 DAYS! And this SS will also get over in 2 maximum 3 updates! Aww don't cry I'll be starting a new SS haha! This part was whoa long like 2600 words long. Next update will also be of this SS cuz I wanna finish it off so that I can concentrate on my FFs. Sorry all my FF readers I'm really sorry for being so slow.

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