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Sad and touching but beautifull written

This is simply amazing...please pm me for the next part n continue soon :-)

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It's good you really should post up part 3 and 4!

I like that this is your take on what might happen and what the characters are thinking during this situation. Good job. Let me know when you update!

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Thank you all for your wonderful comments. I have had such a fear of this thread getting deleted that I have been afraid to respond to it. Parts 3 and 4 are going to be up shortly.

PART 4 (FINAL)

I don't know how long I had slept. My body ached and I could feel my leg was numb. I had been sleeping on it. Not the wisest decision but it is not easy getting comfortable on a chair at an airport lounge. Mr. B. was trying his best to gently wake me up but I was exhausted; my head felt heavy and I was in a deep sleep from which I wanted to stay. I really didn't want to face the reality of life.

"Mr. B," I mumbled. "The plane?" I could hardly open my eyes, I kept them closed trying to do my best to remain in a deep state of sleep fearful that if I did wake up, I'd lose it and spend the entire flight tossing and turning and hunting for it again.

"Miss Farooqui, the plane has gone."

I missed the flight? Did I hear him correctly? Wasn't he supposed to wake me up? Had he fallen asleep? Was I in trouble now? Was the next step jail? I didn't like the idea of jail. I was messy, disorganized but definitely not filthy that I could survive an Indian jail.

"What?!" I was startled. I looked up, worried.

"It's OK Miss Farooqui." He cleared his throat trying to reassure me. You're going to stay here'there's someone who wants to see you." He stepped aside. The intense brightness of the airport lights clouded my vision and through my half opened eyelids I could make out the figure of a person. He, it was a male, looked familiar'a police officer to arrest me? The blurry vision came forward and I looked up. I touched the temple of my face, my eyes closed as I struggled to adjust to the light. I looked. I must be dreaming; the light was mocking me; it was taking advantage of my sleepiness and misery and had turned the person before me into Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan. I was so absorbed with him that now everyone was beginning to look like him. I had to delete him from my mind. If only there was a delete button. I looked up again; rubbing my eyes. They widened in astonishment. I blinked stupidly. It was Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan.

"Aap? Aap yahan?" questioned my voice in disbelief. I gave him a dazed look; I was overjoyed and afraid at the same time. "What are you doing here?" I grabbed the chair to pull myself up; my leg was numb. I could hardly balance myself.

He sighed. He was about to speak but Mr. B. politely interrupted.

"Miss Farooqui, Mr. Khan is here to talk to you. I mean take you home but before this all happens, I think it is best that the two of you talk. We have a room, one of our offices, which you can both use. It is quiet; no one will bother you. You can have the privacy you need to talk."

Yes, we needed to talk. We needed to talk. And I was going to make Asad Ahmed Khan talk. I guessed why he was here. What kind of game was this that he had to continually play with my heart? How many times was he going to charge at me with accusations and then apologize afterwards? He was always so quick to judge; I had no guarantee that if I left her with him that five minutes later he'd walk me back to Mr. B. with a ticket in his hand asking him to fly me back to New York. Mr. Khan had to confront his indecisiveness; his obsession with my flaws and his wavering back and forth with "I want Zoya here, I don't want Zoya here."

I went to pick up my things but Mr. Khan moved forward to help me. I took a step forward and my leg betrayed me and I fell forward only for Mr. Khan to once again grab hold of me before I fell. My eyes further deceived me as they locked with Mr. Khan's and I gazed at him with wide-eyed adoration. Oh those warm and gentle chocolate brown eyes; they stared back at me comforting me; letting me know I was safe. His arm wrapped around me, strong and but tender. I was ready to lean my head against his shoulder and feel the warmth of his chest and inhale his musk aftershave but I quickly pulled away.

"It's OK Mr. Khan, my leg ' it gave way. I will follow you, you lead the way."

I was not sure what had happened or what he was doing here. I didn't trust him. I could only imagine that within minutes he would return to his dictatorial self.

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Asad was relieved to see Zoya at the airport. She looked radiant; her beauty captivated him. He guessed she must have cried; her mascara had run and her face was swollen. He was going to change that tonight. After tonight Zoya tears of hurt and sadness would never fill those eyes and he would make sure of it; that was his responsibility - his promise to her. As they walked to the room, he could sense she was fatigued and he wanted to hold her, support her to let her know she was not alone. He knew she was not ready to accept it. He could not blame her for wanting to push him away.

The office was spacious; a desk a few chairs and surprisingly a couch and armchair. Mr. Batadevar left them. They preferred to stay standing rather than take advantage of the comfort of the couch; somehow standing gave them strength.

Mr. Batadevar knew that in a while two people would be bonded for eternity; destined to be together. He was good at what he did. He knew sincere love and this was the one of the most honest he had seen.

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"Allah Miya. What's wrong with you Mr. Khan? What are you doing here?" I was not going to dance around the reason for his presence. I felt it best that we might as well get it out in the open. If he couldn't muster up enough courage to speak, I was going to get on the next plane to New York myself. I couldn't take anymore of his emotionally challenged self. "Please don't tell me you drove 6 hours to tell me you forgot to scold me about something you forgot. Or, are you here to because you don't trust that Mr. B. will put me on the plane and you had to come here to do it yourself?"

I was cranky and irritable. If I didn't allow myself to unleash my anger and remain stubborn, I would collapse into his arms as I yearned for his attention, his comfort. He weakened me. I had no resolve left because he owned my heart, my soul. I avoided looking into his eyes, but when I did I could see the unspoken words of yearning and longing. If only he would say what he felt.

"Miss Farooqui, Zoya, I-" he cleared his throat. "I wish I had a cup of coffee with milk and sugar or even a blue berry cake, it would make this so much easier and we were sitting outside in my ' our ' garden."

Our garden? Did I hear him correctly?

"I wanted to say-"

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Asad Ahmed Khan paused; he looked at her velvet dark eyes, her face radiating with the flame of her spirit hidden behind her sad face. She stood there with fierceness and pride. He smiled, an out-of-practice smile, and delivered his words with beautiful precision. Delicately, but powerfully he spoke.

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"I know you think I am emotionally challenged and you're right in a way. I guess I've never been honest with you or myself. When my father left my mother, I saw her spirit break; she cried for my father. I remember the nights she stayed up questioning what she had done wrong. What she had done to deserve losing him. She struggled to keep herself composed during the long evenings when they would spend time together. Knowing that he had cheated her with Ayaan's mother was torment enough, but that he left her so abruptly, she was shattered."

I was speechless; I stared at him, my mouth agape. I was elated and afraid of the person before me. His candidness, his openness was bewildering.

"Zoya, when I saw you at the Dargaah, I was haunted by you. You illuminated the place with your beauty and your tears troubled me; I didn't know you. I didn't even know if you and I would meet again. All I could do was pray that whatever you prayed for would come true and if there were a time that I could be there for you, I would gladly do what was needed."

Tears filled my eyes; life had dealt quite a surprise for me. A small, secret smile overcame me and while I might have clasped my lips together to hide it my eyes revealed my delight at what I was hearing. Asad Ahmed Khan was finally expressing himself to me. And little did he know, what he had wished and prayed for me might actually be coming true.

"I didn't know that in a few days you would be living him house. That one day I'd be standing here asking you to stay. I want you to stay Zoya. I don't just want you to stay in the house as a guest'I want you stay with me as ' as Mrs. Asad Ahmed Khan."

I was speechless; I stared at him. His eyes sparkled and his lips gave me an endearing smile welcoming me. I was elated. My mind was spinning, I was giddy with delight; the room started to spin. I wanted to squeal, scream, shout and holler in delight. I was ready to dance in place and whoop out loudly, "I'm going to be Mrs. Asad Ahmed Khan" but for now, my face was crimson red, my eyes glistening in happiness while tears streamed down my face. I started to tremble. Mr. Khan ' Asad ' came towards me and before I knew it he had wrapped me in his strong arms and held me. I nestled in his warm embrace as I let his strength engulf me.

Hugging him I delighted in resting my head against his chest, the first of many more times to come. Tightly he held me; he crushed me and I could feel his broad chest, his rippling muscles and that six-pack. Mine forever. His hands stroked my hair comforting me as I sobbed in relief. I don't know how long he held me but when he did, he lifted my chin up to him and his eyes gazed into mine. For the first time it was one of mutual adoration and relief.

"Zoya, I am sorry I hurt you and made you wait this long. I made you suffer so much. I said some cruel and heartless things to you over and over again and you forgave me each time. I always said you were a misfit, but you're not. You're perfect; you're perfect for my family, my life and me. I just don't know if I am perfect you. I was afraid that you deserved better. I was afraid I was like my father that I would one day hurt you. I tried so much to push you away from me. I was afraid I could never be an ideal lover, a husband for you. I know you want me, that you're attracted to me. I know that deep inside you know it too, but you're afraid because I've never made it easy for you. I am so sorry. I promise you, I will never stop making up what I have done to you. I was afraid I would break your heart and I did. It took me a long time to come to my senses that my being with you was more important for you and me. I realized that I had to stop pushing you away."

I looked at him, my eyes staring into his kind, gentle but intense eyes. He held me against him tenderly but firmly. And then, before I could say anything he leaned into me. I could sense his breath closer to my face, and his lips pressed against mine. He covered my mouth ' it was warm, the caress of his lips was softer than I could have imaged. I wondered if he could taste the stale samosa and would yank himself from me, but instead he pressed harder against my lips as his arms tightened around me. I was drifted into paradise in his arms. My heart raced rapidly; I lost awareness of my surroundings and for the first time in my life I felt a sense of safety, protection and togetherness. I was where I need to be. I was home.

His kisses moved from my lips to my face as he rapturously kissed my checks, my eyes and neck. I could feel his heart beating against me. Each kiss sent an electrical jolt within me. I was euphoric. "I love you Miss Zoya Farooqui" he whispered in a chocolaty voice.

"I love you too. Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan."

And we looked at each other, his hands holding my face and we gazed into each other's eyes and smiled. I am sure he could see my face blushing with shyness and delight.

"Asad, you have to start to call me Asad."

"Asad." I tried to get my tongue around it. It felt odd. Strange.

He smiled, "It will come with time. Wait, I haven't finished."

With that he started to check his pockets. He pulled out a box; it was a box that contained what I had always been dreaming I would see one day.

"Zoya, I don't have a room full of flowers and a fan that will shower you with rose patels but I can do this" and he knelt on the floor and took my hand and asked me "Zoya Farooqui, will you marry me. Your Akud Asad Ahmed Khan Japanah Six Packs?"

I laughed, my face beaming with delight. My checks were warm and my whole body was excited. I looked at his face, he was beautiful and I wanted to see this face everyday of my life. I wanted to be with him. "Yes, yes, yes." I was thrilled. The ring glided on to my finger and once in place, he got up, grabbed me, lifted me into the air and spun me around, hugging me with joy. I was truly madly and deeply in love with this charming and wonderful man.

I had left New York to find my father; a family. My journey had taken me on a whole different course. Instead of a father, I had found Asad Ahmed Khan. My journey had definitely lead me to find a family but this time it was a husband, a mother and sister. My destiny was to be with him. It had taken me a long time to see it, but Allah had answered my prayers that day in the Daraagh.

We took a flight home; Asad ' yes ' not Mr. Khan ' was exhausted, as he had not slept all night. He would fly a driver to Delhi to bring the car home. If you're wondering, he did have two cars so we were not without a car when we got home.

Asad stopped the front door. I joked, "Now you have to put a name plate here for me."

He smiled, "Better, you have a name plate on my heart, forever."

He kissed me and smirked. "It's going to be tough to that for now until we get married and you move into my room - soon to be our room."

And with that, I entered the home, my home, to my family as the future Mrs. Asad Ahmed Khan.

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Kahani abhi bakhi hai, but in short, we do discover Tanveer's true intentions and it is revealed what she had planned and her connection with Razia. We had a wonderful wedding and (clearing throat) suhaag raat😉😳. But for now, I bid you all farewell until Zahra has the time to pen down my thoughts once again. Bye for now.

Just Awesome !!!!!!!

superb update dear 😊

waiting for ur next update

It was just so awesome!!!! 👏 I'm just speechless after reading it!! 😊 Thank u so much for giving us such a wonderful story 😊 and dear Zahra, please continue writing more.. U are such an awesome writer 😊

Great ending! Really enjoyed it!

Such an amazing tale! Loved it!