AsYa FF ~ Mere Jazbaat ~ T#1 ~ Link to T#2 Page 1! - Page 28

Arrrggghhh! Cliffhanger of the biggest order

But anyways, great parts and how Mr. W is also being sensitive to Zoya and how Ayaan is trying to help the two :D

do continue soon... looking forward to the next part!

Here is the next chapter :D and it's a doozy 😆 Too much drama! 3 convo's and several realizations :)

Enjoy!

"Ma- Mr.- Mr. Khan... " Zoya was baffled. What the HELL is he doing here?

"Zoya!" Asad jumped over the fabric tape and sprinted once more towards her, towards his Zoya. A split second later, he slowed down. Why is she with.. him?

Zoya followed his gaze of confusion, to Mr. Bhat- whatever.

Oh no, why is she with him... please, Zoya, tell me you didn't tell him...

Zoya composed herself.

"Kya hua Mr. Khan? Aap aise kyun dekh rahe hain?" she asked, trying to mask her pain with indifference. That's it Zoya. Keep your cool. Spell it out for him. Because he will never understand, but at least I can give him this as a farewell... gift.

The tone of her words felt like a knife had been stabbed into his gut, and was slowly being twisted. Hearing her be so calm, so... cold, was agonizingly disturbing.

"Zoya, mein.. woh, actually..." Damn his inability to voice emotions! Zoya, please let me say sorry... forgive me..., begged Asad, through his eyes.

"Nahin, Mr. Khan. Aapko sorry khaine ki koi zaroorat nahi hai," she assured him stoically, as if reading his expressive, chocolate eyes. "In fact, mujhe aapse dobara sorry kehna chaiye. Aapko phir se meri wajeh se itni taklif utani pari." said Zoya, calmly. Just the sight of him made her heart ache again. Kash... No, Zoya, he's hurt you too many times. This cannot go on.

He winced. "Zoya... please... mein-" tried Asad again. But his efforts were futile. There she goes again. Apologizing for things she shouldn't be.

"Meine Mr. Dhurandar ko sab sach bata diya hai. Ki aap yeh sagaai kabhi bi nahin karna chate the. Aur aapne mere khathir jhoot bola, woh bhi apni marzi ke khilaf. Meri icha thi ki mein aapko surprise doon, aapke ghar se jakar. Aapko is musibaat se chooti de te hue. Lekin kya karoon, mera to koi bhi kaam theek se hota hi nahi," she looked directly at his eyes as she said the last sentence.

Asad looked at her, in pain. Have I hurt her so much that she wants to go away, forever? Why, Allah miya, did I say those words to her? Why can't I control my anger. Wait... Did I just think her famous line!? How I ache to hear her say it now...

"Ms.- Zoya, meri baat to suno, please... I'm.. so-"

"Rehne dije, Mr. Khan. Ab sorry kehne ka kya faida? Jis ladki ke guz re hue abbu ko un par sharam a sakta hai, unse aap maafi kyun mangra hai?"

He cringed. How could I... Ya Allah, she doesn't really think that does she? Zoya, please, I didn't mean it!

"Finally, aapki icha puri hogai," she continued. The lump in her throat threatened to give her away, but she forced herself to swallow it. "Yaad hai? Aapne Mangalpur mein kaha tha, 'Khuda jaane ki kab mein aapki zindagi se kab rukhsat ho jaoongi?'" Asad froze. "Lije. Finally, Zoya Musibaat Misfit Farooqui, aapki zindagi se rukhsat ho rahi hai." Hamesha, hamesha ke liye." She let her words sink in. Aur aap chahe kuch bhi kije Mr. Khan, is baar mein ruk nahi sakti. "Aur mein dua karti hoon, ki aaj ke baad, mere jaane se aapki life sakoon ki ho."

"Chaliye, Mr. Dhurandar." Zoya turned around and walked past a stunned Mr. Bhatawdekar, not looking back even once. Her tears betraying her as she passed him.

Asad couldn't move. Mangalpur... All those flashes of her buried, lifeless body came back to haunt him. He watched her retreating figure. Zoya, please... don't leave... me... He went numb. I hurt her. The very thing I was trying to avoid. It's my fault. Did my words hurt her so much... that she thinks I want her out of my life? Asad's questions stirred in his mind, as he robotically walked out of the airport, to his 4x4. I broke her... that light in her eyes, her love of life, it's gone. I...

* * * * * * *

"Ms. Zoya?" Mr. Bhatawdekar tried to get her attention. They had reached the gate to her flight to Delhi, and then to London. She was walking aimlessly, as if she was lost. She took one step at a time, trying to keep herself composed and up right. But the lump in her throat that had been threatening to betray her moments ago, was now in her mouth, and she couldn't stop her tears.

"J-Ji?" she managed to say.

"Dekhie, aap to jaanti hai ki kaide + kanoon ka bohut hi sakht admi hoon," he started. "Lekin mein insaan bhi hoon," he said a little more softly.

Zoya looked at him a little confused. What does that mean?

"Aapne kaha tha ki aap aur Mr. Khan ke beech koi rishta nahin hai. Magaar aap dono ko ek saath dekhar mujhe aisa nahin lagta. Kher, yeh aap dono ka private mamla hai. Mein isme dakhal andazi nahin karna chata. Mein yeh bhi nahi puchoon ga ki aapki jaane ki wajeh kya hai. Kyun ki itna to clear hai, ki aap Mr. Khan ki hi wajeh se jaa rahi hain." He looked at her, searching for a reaction to his words.

"Mr. Dhurandar, aap kya khene ki koshish kar rahe hai. Mujhe kuch samaj me nahin a raha hai," answered a confused Zoya, her voice watery.

"Dekhie, mujhe aapse pehli bar milkar laga tha ki aap New York se hain, to aap India mein kyun rehna chahengi. Aur meine aapke office employment letter ki khabar lekar bhi aapko doubt kiya. Lekin, aaj, balki kal se, mujhe is baat ka aisaans ho gaya hai, ki mein aapke baare mein kitna galat tha."

Zoya's tears stopped and she was momentarily stunned. He's acknowledging that I'm not a criminal? Allah miyan! What's wrong with him? Does he have a fever or something?

"Mere khena ka matlab yeh hai, ki beshak aapko is vakht India se jaana ho. Lekin iska matlab nahin, ki aap ye deserve karti ki aapko wapas aane ka moka hi na mile."

Zoya was still staring at him, dazed. Is he saying what I think he's saying?

"Aap jo samaj rahi hain, bilkool sahi hai. Mein aapko iss vakht rehne nahi desakta, lekin mein itna zaroor karsakta hoon. Ki aap thode dino ke baad India wapas asakein. In other words, I will give you the option to reapply for a visa. Taki aap jab bhi chahe, you can still come back." He looked her in the eyes, hoping he was doing the right thing. She clearly had unfinished business here. And it was really wasn't her fault that her visa hadn't gotten extended. But he could see that whatever was going on between her and Mr. Khan, was anything but over.

"Aap...," Zoya couldn't believe her ears. "Lekin mujhe ab wapas aane ki koi wajeh nahin hai...," she replied sadly.

"Aapko ab aise lagta hai. Lekin meri aankhein kabi dokha nahin khati hai. Trust me. Aapko ek na ek din zaroor wapas aane ki icha hogi," he assured her.

"Lekin, aap ye sab kyun kar rahe hain? Aap to mujhe is mulk se nikal pe thule hue the. To ab kiya hua?" He was willing to put on her plane, kicking and screaming. And now he was making sure she could come back? Why?

"Mein nahin jaanta. Lekin itna zaroor jaanta hoon. Aapka India aana, aur yahan rehna shayad aapko ab theek nahin lagta. Lekin ek na ek din, aapko sabse right lagega." WIth a smile, he handed her boarding pass and passport.

Still confused, she took them from him and walked slowly towards the flight attendant scanning all the boarding passes. She turned around, to look at him again, and make sure he wasn't joking. He gave her a reassuring nod, closing his eyes, and opening them again, with a small smile. Shayad yeh itne bhure nahin hai, she thought to herself.

* * * * * * *

The 4x4 halted with a screech in the Khan villa driveway. Asad parked the SUV in front of the entrance. He stayed put in the car seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel, as if his life depended on it.

Dilshad heard the screech from the living room. She went to the front door, and opened it. And there she saw a broken Asad, crying as he gripped the steering wheel with all his might. Zoya... Akhir Asad usse rokne me kamiab nahin hua...

She walked up to the driver's side of the SUV, and was grateful to see the window was down.

"Asad..."

Asad heard his name, looked in his Ammi's direction, and then turned to face the windshield yet again. Dilshad knew he wouldn't be responsive. She unlocked the car from within, and opened his door. She took off his seat belt, and gently pulled his hands off the steering wheel. Helping him get out of the car, she guided him inside the house, to the living room. She made him sit on the sofa, and made her way to the kitchen.

Asad followed Dilshad with the same robotic movements as at the airport. She's gone... she's gone... She's... gone..., was all his mind was registering at that moment.

Dilshad came back with a glass of water, and sat next to the ghost, that was now her son.

"Asad..., Zoya?" was all Dilshad dared to ask.

"Ammi... woh... chaligayi. Meri wajeh se. Meri baaton ne... une... itne gheri chot... mein usse rok nahi paya..." breathed Asad. His tears increased with every word he uttered.

"Shh..." Dilshad tried to soothe him. She rubbed his back and pulled his head onto her lap. She ran her hands through his hair, as he cried into her embrace.

"Ammi, aap mujhe jaanti hai. Mein aisa kyun hoon? Mujhe kya ho raha hai? Akhir mein janaab Rashid Ahmed Khan ka beta hi nikla. Meine usse itna daard... Kyun? Mujhe uske hone ya na hone se itna farak kyun parta hai? Kyun mein usse baatein karte hue usse dekta rehta hoon? Uske jaane se mujhe itna daard kyun mesoos ho raha hai? Mein uske bine jeena hi nahi chata. Mein-" went on Asad.

"Bas," said a teary Dilshad. Her son's pain was tugging at her heart. "Aisa kabhi bhi mat bol na. Samje? Aur tum bar bar yeh kyun soch te ho? Ki tum sirf aur sirf Rashid ke bete ho? Kya tum mere bete nahi?" She raised his head to meet his eyes. He looked at her with so much pain in them, and nodded his head slightly.

"Asad, tumhare abbu ne jo kiya, woh unki marzi thi. Chahe woh majboori mein kyun na ho, lekin unka faisla tha. Unki kismat nahin. Mein maan thi hoon, ki tumhare ragon mein Rashid ka khoon dortha hai. Lekin tumme, sirf mera khoon hi nahin, balki meri parvaarish bhi hai. Aur tum mere bete ho. Tum ek ache insaan ho. Jo dusro ki khushi ke liye apni jaan bhi desakte ho. Khaas kar, mere aur Najma ke liye. Aur woh issi liye, kyun ki tum hum dono se pyaar karte ho." Dilshad paused, looking her son in the eyes.

Asad blinked and another tear made its way down his chiseled cheek. Surely she didn't mean..., he thought to himself.

"Haan Asad. Jo tum soch rahe ho, mein vahi dora rahi hoon. Jabse Zoya is ghar mein aay hai, tum dono jagar te the, ek doosre ko pareshaan karte rehte the. Lekin dheere, dheere tum ek doosre ki shakti bane. Itna sab hone ke baad, tum ek doosre ko sambhal te the. Yaan tak ki ki ek doosre ke zakham, chahe woh dil ke kyun na ho, bharde te the. Aur kal jo Zoya ne tumhare liye kya, tume usse bhi iss baat ka ehsaans nahin hua?" She tilted her head slightly, as if to say, you know exactly what I mean, don't you?

Asad turned his eyes at the blank space next to Dilshad, and started reminiscing all his moments with Zoya. His first sight of her, in all her red glory at the dargah. They're first meetings, always in accidents. They're fights in the house. Her failed attempts at helping, despite being a stranger in their home. How she almost got married, because he refused to believe her... he cringed... Mangalpur... he cringed even more... the pain in his eyes that much more visible. He remembered how she had tried to save his Ammi, without caring about her own life, how she helped him find the shooter, how she took care of his family, of him, when they had learned the truth. How he... hurt... her. And how she was so quick to forgive.

And just then, all the instances he'd been shutting out, came pouring in at once. The many times he caught her falling, their eyes meeting, their dance in the rain, their exchange of colors on Holi, the dreams he'd had of her, dancing, crying, leaning on him more than she already did. "Mere dil mein ek bharosa rehta hai, ki Mr. Khan hai... woh sab theek kardenge..." those words echoed in his ears... But something else gave way... yesterday's cold and bitter words... from him to her.

"Nahin Ammi. Mein maan tha hoon ki woh mere liye koi to maine rakh ti hai... lekin... mein unse... pyaar...? Yeh nahin ho sakta." Asad looked down. How can I be in love with her, and still hurt her so much? I was trying to keep my distance, because I didn't want to hurt her... but I still do, over and over again. What do I do? Maybe it's for the best, that she's gone. But then why do I feel empty? Why do I feel like she ripped my heart out and took it with her?

"Asad, tum bachban se hi zidhi ho. Aur apne dil ki baat kisi ko bhi nahin bata te ho. Lekin tumhari aankhon mein saaf likha hai, ki tum Zoya se mohaabat kar te ho."

Mohaabat... The word rung in his ears like a gong. He stood up slowly and looked at his Ammi, who followed. She nodded, with her eyes closed, and opened them again to meet his gaze.

Suddenly it all made sense. Why her touch electrified him. Why her eyes bore deep into his sole. Why he longed to hear her voice. Why he was always worried about her. Why seeing her jealous of Tanveer amused him to no end. And why, every time something would happen to her, his world would come crumbling down.

Asad Ahmed Khan was in love.

Hope I made up for the cliffy =P Please lemme know what you think! :) And no chappals 😆

Haha I knew chappals were coming.. remember I'm trying to make him realize his mistake and make him suffer for it, because she always forgives him so easily. And she's not deported... now she can come back :D

On one hand I am so proud that Zoya stood firm and didn't fall back into his arms, showing me that even though Zoya loves Asad she will not allow him to break her, she will always stand firm and strong. I am so glad that she left because not only does she need that time away from him to regroup herself and get comfort from her family but Asad needs to realise what and who Zoya Farooqui exactly is, he needs to see how wrong he was in judging her because of the clothes she wore and because of the way she behaved.

But on the other hand I really feel bad for Asad, as much as I dislike him for what he did and said to Zoya and want him to repent so bad for it, I am not cruel and I am not blind - I could feel how much it's tearing him apart to know that he has ended up doing exactly what he feared he'll do, hurt the one he loves. God his tears, his thoughts, his words they got me so emotional and I'm crying as I write this because I felt it in my heart.

I am in two minds about what I want to happen, I don't want Zoya to easily forgive him but at the same time it hurts seeing Asad hurting, but then again maybe he needs to feel this pain to see Zoya's worth, only then will he be the man that is deserving off her love

I have to say this was the best chapter of this story by far! although it was full of pain - It really touched my heart.

So job well done!!!!

Aww don't cry. I'm actually touched that it touched it you so much. But what you described, about him realizing how he misjudged her, and how much he needs to repent, that was exactly what I was going for. Thanks for such a long and heart felt comment ❤️