Welcome To Hell:Updated Ch.2 p.4 - Page 3

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Chapter 2

Zoya is back.

Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan was lying wide awake on his bed in The Plaza repeating these three words to himself over and over again.

Zoya is back.

Of course, this was not necessarily true. She isn't back. He took a sixteen hour flight to land in her home town of New York City.

Zoya never came back.

He came to her.

There was one point that was troubling him. The woman he just met was not the Ms. Zoya Farooqui who created havoc in his home and in his heart. This woman, Mini, was flirtatious businesswoman with a no-shit attitude. She still seemed carefree, but this was a different kind. What she had was the kind of carefree where she just did not care.

But at this point, technicalities seemed irrelevant to Asad.

Zoya is back.

After he let her be deported to America about two years ago, Asad became more reserved than he ever was. His life followed a constant routine. Eat, work, sleep, repeat. This extended far past these three steps to eat eggs for breakfast, take this route to work, always check the red file first then the blue file, always sit on the same spot on the sofa, and on and on and on. Asad avoided speaking to his mother and sister for weeks. He wanted to keep everything stable, and he knew that if he went even a little off track, he would simply collapse.

Aapke dil mein seena nahi pathar hai.

For months, night after night, this line kept running through his head. It was a constant reminder of what he lost. The humor that could be found in her misused Urdu. The cold hard truth that she always saw in him that he wanted to overlook. The moments he spent with her that were both infuriating and magical. Every second, every day she was the only thing on his mind.

The worst part was that he knew that if he said her name out loud, or even thought it; it would be his breaking point.

Once a year had passed after Zoya left, Dilshad had arranged Asad's marriage to Tanveer. Tanveer, the perfect bride, wife, sister-in-law, and daughter-in-law one could ever have. The perfect fit. Asad went along with the marriage. He did everything his family asked him. He thought that if he actually went through with this, it would fill the void in his heart. The void filled with her. He made it through every ceremony. Finally the day came.

"Kya Aapko Yeh Nikaa Qubool Hai?"

"Mujhe Yeh Nikaa Qubool..."

Zoya in her red dress barely missed by his car.

Zoya in the aashram praying and crying.

Zoya being dug out of the ground after being buried alive.

Zoya in her pink and green lehnga fainting while being asked, "Kya Aapko

Yeh Nikaa Qubool Hai?"

And a stuttering, barely conscious Zoya saying,

"Mujhe Ye Nikaa Qubool-"

"Qubool Nahin Hai."

Zoya running out of Mariyam's wedding.

Asad ran out of his wedding.

Everything that he thought was right no longer was.

Everything he thought he needed he did no longer did.

Everything he believed about going through with a marriage for the sake of family pride no longer applied.

Everything that he thought was the right thing to do no longer was.

Look Mr. Khan. America main log ladkian ko respect karthe hai. Aapke thara nahin...

Mr. Khan logon ko unke kapda se nahin pechan na chaiye.

Conversation main do log bath karthe hai Mr. Khan.

Aape ithne narrow-minded kaise ho sakte hai ho Mr. Khan.

She was right. She was right about everything. It took Asad a year to realize it. A year to view everything in her perspective.

He was narrow-minded. He was as controlling as she always said he was. But his biggest mistake was always that he let her go.

Asad remembered that part of the day the most vividly, after that everything became a blur. He ran away from his wedding chasing after memories. Memories of Zoya Farooqui.

When Asad left his wedding, he was in a trance. He left his future, his path, and everything that was known and familiar to him. He wasn't sure whether Zoya was actually there, or if he was imagining her, or if he was just remembering her. He ended up walking into an alley. It was just like him; dark, sullen, confusing, and most of all, it led to a dead end.

"Aye Bhaisaab,"he remembered hearing, "Yeh le kaa." The strange man who just called him, handed him a couple of capsules. "Kaa naa! Ek baar kaa aur phir hamesha hamesha ki liye ho jah befikre," the man started laughing insanely and walked away.

Asad knew what it was.

And he knew not to.

But he also knew that the sky was supposed to be blue, but at this moment could only be called gray.

He also knew that mice were supposed to run away from humans, but a mouse was sniffing his foot.

He knew that people were supposed to go through with weddings, but he ran away from his.

He knew that his uncle was an honorable man, but he was marrying his daughter off to her rapist.

He knew that he was supposed to do anything to keep his family protected, but he doesn't know what to protect them from.

He knew that Ayaan was his step-brother so he shouldn't love him, but he loved him anyway.

He knew that Zoya was another name for catastrophe, but for him Zoya was another name for love.

He also knew that drugs were bad, but since when has he been right...

That was the day Asad Ahmed Khan took his first dose of morphine.

Morphine is a drug that reduces activity on the central nervous system. It relieves fear and anxiety, decreases hunger, produces excessive excitement, and occasionally causes hallucinations.

"Zoya... "

Asad came here day after day for eight months. To see Zoya.

He became an extreme addict until Ayaan found him and helped him.

It took him only three months in recovery.

After nearly a year of his absence, Dilshad Constructions was almost at a complete loss.

Then came an opportunity from New York City.

Now he is here in New York City and able to see Zoya without the morphine.

She was real.

As Asad drifted to sleep only three words played through his mind.

Zoya is back.

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Hi I hope you like this Chapter! I know that I didn't really add more to the actual story line, I wanted to explain what happened over the two year timelapse.

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