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"Aap...? Aap log yahan? Phoopi! Najma!" Zoya's tears of happiness streamed down her cheeks.

"Zoya...!" Squealed both women. Phoopi and Najma were under the impression that they would never Zoya again.

Zoya gave them both a hug, and the three ladies stood at the entry way in a group hug. She couldn't believe that they were here! In New York! Wait a minute. How are they here? Mr. Khan wouldn't have let them travel alone. Oh no. Does that mean...

Zoya broke their group hug and looked at Dilshad, with questioning eyes. Dilshad instantly knew what she was asking her. She nodded her head slightly. Zoya's breathing stopped. He's here!? In... New York!? In another continent!? No... he can't keep pulling me back...

Her happy tears, were now turning into tears of anger and frustration. He couldn't let her go. But he wouldn't accept her. He won't say what he really feels, but he expects her to understand his silence. He calls her a misfit and wishes her away, but then runs to the airport to stop her from leaving. Why? What does he want from me? What more can I do? Who does he want me to be?

Dilshad could see this sudden change of emotion, and hugged her again. "Asad yahan nahin hai. Woh hotel mein hai," she whispered, hoping this would calm her down. Upon hearing this, Zoya tried to compose herself. She didn't want her Aapi and Jeeju wondering why she was crying.

"Lekin Phoopi," she managed, "aap yahan? Yu achanak?"

Flashback:

(Khan Villa, Dilshad's room)

"Asad? Tum aise kyun muskurare ho? Zara hume bhi to batao," insisted a slightly bemused, yet curious Dilshad.

"Ammi, mein jaanta hoon ki Zoya mera chera to nahin dekhna chahengi. Lekin, agar mein gaya, to jabtak woh mujhse ek baar bhi baat kare, kai dino lag sakte hai. Mein aapko aur Tamatar ko itne dino yahan akele to nahin chor sakta. Aur mein yeh bhi jaanta hoon, ki Zoya aap aur Tamatar ko kitna miss karti hogi. To shayad... aap dono ko bhi mere saath aana chaiye." He let his words sink in.

Dilshad was dumbfounded. Why didn't she think of that! "Mujhe hamesha se yakein tha, ki mera Asad bohot hushiar hai."

"Ammi," Asad hurried her, as he rolled his eyes.

"Tum bilkul sahi keh rahe ho," she continued." Aur tumhara idea bhi bohot acha hai. Ya Allah Najma ki chootian bhi shuru ho gayi hain. Isse perfect timing aur kya ho sakta hai?" She smiled hugely at her son.

That was all Asad needed. He kissed his Ammi on the hand and went to his room. He booked three flights from Bhopal to Delhi, to London to New York and double checked that all their visa's were still valid. He even booked a hotel in New York, after asking Dilshad exactly where in New York Zoya's Aapi and Jeeju lived. And within three hours, all the residents of the Khan Villa were packed and heading to the airport.

Tanveer, was seething. Finally Zoya had left, and now they were gonna go after her? And that too without her!? "Had I anticipated this I would have gotten a USA visa. Oh well, she can't come back since Mr. Dhurander Bhatawdekhar has deported her," she consoled herself with an evil smile.

Little did she know what reality awaited her.

Present day:

"Zoya, tumhare jaane ke baad hamara ghar suna sunasa lag raha tha. Acha nahi laga. Tumhari shayari aur hassi ki kami thi, beta." Dilshad smiled at her. She was relieved to see her Zoya again. "Aur vaise bhi, Najma ki chootian bhi thi, to humne socha hum Zoya ko surprise dede te hain. To, kaisa laga surprise?" She put her fingers under Zoya's chin, and with that Zoya again embraced them in a group hug.

Hours passed and the four ladies and lonesome man chatted away, about Zoya's time in India, about Anwar and Zeenat missing Zoya and about what Zoya planned on doing, now that she had discovered and solved the mystery of her past.

Zoya had still not told her Zeenat and Anwar about the bomb Mr. Bhatawdekhar had dropped on her when she left. Nor had she told them that she had technically been forced to leave the country. Right now she just wanted to enjoy her time with her family and all the people she loved surrounding her. Well, almost all. NO! Stop it, Zoya. That man is not a part of your life anymore. Even if Phoopi is, he isn't. He doesn't deserve to be. She sighed to herself. No matter how much she wanted to hate him she couldn't. But she also couldn't forget those cruel words, and then talk to him as if nothing happened. She'd done it too many times. But this was the last straw.

Dilshad saw Zoya's pensive state and decided this was a good time to talk to her, to distract her a little. "Zoya, aao, hum balcony pe jaate hain." She took Zoya's hand in hers and led out to the balcony.

"Beta, mein jaanti hoon tum kyun itni hamoshi se soch rahi ho. Tum Asad ke baarein me in soch rahi ho, hai na?" She looked into her eyes for reassurance of the feelings that she knew she'd seen before for her son.

"Phoopi..." Zoya mentally chuckled. How could she ever think she could hide something so big from her? She was basically her Ammi now, and as such she knew her every breath. "Mein... wapas nahin aa sakti... mein..." she said as her voice cracked.

"Zoya, mujhe ek baat batao. Kya tum Asad se, ek baar bhi nahi miloge? Sirf ek baar? Mere liye?" She looked at Zoya expectantly. She knew she was emotionally blackmailing her, but she also knew that the sooner Asad tried to show her how much he loved her, the sooner she'd forgive him and the sooner this would all be over.

Zoya was shocked. How did she know that she left because of him? "Nahin, Phoopi, aisa kuch nahin hai," she tried. But it was futile. Dilshad looked at her knowingly. Sigh. Well she knew her well. "Phoopi," Zoya hesitated. I don't want to see his face, ever again. Only to hear more insults... but I can't say to no to Phoopi either. Fine. Let him come. He's on my turf now.

"Theek hai Phoopi. Aapke khatir mein unse ek baar miloongi."

Dilshad smiled. Victorious, she turned to Najma and gave a wink of assurance.

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Meanwhile, in a hotel, just a few blocks away, Asad was restlessly waiting for his Ammi and Najma to come back with news. He had purposely sent them alone, as he knew that Zoya would not want to see his face. And he understood her enough to know that what she needed right now was space. Space from what happened, and as much as it pained him, space from him. He was hoping that his Ammi and Tamatar would be able to help him. He knew how close a bond Zoya had formed with both his mother and his sister, as if they were her own. Which is why when the idea struck, him he moved heaven and earth to make sure it worked.

Asad was pacing back and forth in the room, lost in thoughts of Zoya, when he heard the click of his room door. His ears perked up and a smile came to his face. He swiftly made his way to the door and opened to find his ammi and Najma smiling at him.

"Ammi, woh, actually..." he started.

"Asad," Dilshad said laughing, "Zoya tumhare samne bhi nahi hai aur tum 'woh actually' pe phir bhi atak gaye?" Najma joined in on the giggling. Asad glared at them and they straightened themselves out.

"Acha woh sab choro. Hum Zoya se mile." Asad's eyes lit up. "Lekin, woh tumse milne se inkaar kar rahi thi." His heart sank. I must have really hurt her... she doesn't even want to see my face, he thought sadly.

"Bhaijaan, puri baat to sunihe," chimed in Najma, seeing his face fall.

"Pehle to woh bilkul inkaar kar rahi thi," continued Dilshad, "lekin meine usse mana liya. Woh tumse kal milegi." As she said this, she put her hand on his cheek, to which he blushed and looked down.

"Ab aap yeh bataiye ki aap Zo-, Bhabhi ko kaise manaoge," squealed Najma. Asad rolled his eyes. His sister was such a hopeless romantic. Still, he couldn't help but smile. She had at least agreed to see him. Zoya, I'll make it up to you, I promise.

Precap: ASYA Meet :D

No chappals please! I know I promised an Asya scene, but it's in the second half of this monster chapter. Hope you guys like it :) And as promised the second part will be up on Friday :)