Good Bye Mr.Khan - final part added Pg5 on 5/5 - Page 3

that was an amazing letter...how I would love to see Zoya smack Asad...

Originally posted by: MisHumptyDumpty

I cried.

Don't cry Ankie. You are such a happy person I don't want to make you cry.

On a side note, on public demand, I will add another part to it. Hopefully you will all feel happy about it.

Asad is a damned fool!

Is deewane ladkeko koyi samjayeh!
Pyaar mohobat seh na Janeh Kyun yeh gabarayeh!!

this is really nicely written

I like happy endings too, I know most of us do. So, I had to add another part to it to give it a happy ending. This was not a very well thought plot (none of my story base is well thought anyways). So, bear with me. It is long though, I warn you and it is the final part.

Disclaimer: There are few things I have made up in the airport and ticketing system in the airport. Don't try to use logic there. My story wouldn't be complete without these stupid assumptions. I do know that a person's flight booking cannot be exchanged at the nth moment in an international flight. And most of international airports won't let you get in without a boarding pass or the ticket. So, let's just not use our logic there. OK?😉

"There is always light at the end of the tunnel, however long the tunnel is"

Asad started remembering his and Zoya's moments together. The way she was crying in the Mazaar when he laid his eyes on her for the first time, their never ending tiffs and fights. How she had made everyone alive in his home, how she had stood up for his Ammi when she was attacked, her smartness in solving the shooter's mystery, and finally, how she had consoled him when he was so down and low. Of course, he couldn't forget those moments under the influence of intoxication in the farm house. "She is beautiful , funny, smart and intelligent but at the same time pain in my neck" he thought. He didn't know what to do now. He loved her and he knew it and he also knew it that Zoya loved him – unconditionally that is. She was alright accepting him the way he was – akdu, stubborn, patthar dil and what not. She took his insecurities, fear for relationship without any problems. Now all he had to do was smack his brain and tell it to go to hell when it keeps remembering how his abbu had hurt his ammi. "I am never going to do that. Abbu steered away from his responsibilities of looking after his wife and kids. I have taken care of my ammi and tamatar. So, I am not like him." His heart tried to console his brain. He decided he would let go of his ego, pride and beg Zoya to come back to him.

Lion was back in action, he got up, threw few clothes in a carry on luggage, took his passport and checked for his visa. He had multiple entry visa to many countries since he visited them for business even if it was once in a while. He could travel to U.K, U.S.A and few other European countries without going through the visa process every time. His U.S visa was good for 3 more years so he was covered on that aspect. All he had to do was book a ticket and go to N.Y and bring her back by hook or crook. Wait, was that him thinking like that? He smiled at himself.

He knocked on his Ammi's door softly. He knew she wouldn't be asleep. "Ammi, can I come in?" asked Asad to which, he heard a concerned reply "Aao, kya hua Asad? Sab theek hain?". He entered Dilshaad's room and sat on her bed. "I know Ammi that there is just one week left for my nikah. I am going straight to N.Y and will bring Zoya back in another 3 days Ammi. You continue the preparations and we will finish all the rituals one by one when we get here." Dilshaad didn't know what to say but she said anyways "Asad, mein jaanti hoon ki Zoya tumse bahut pyaar karti hain, lekin woh itni aasani se maannewali nahin hain. Use jhoota rishta qubool nahin hain. Tum apna waqt barbaad mat karo, mein hoon na, tumhare liye acchi si ladki doondh laongi" She was smiling inside but giving him a hard time. She loved Zoya too much to let the girl get hurt one more time by her akdu son.

"Nahin Ammi, mujhe Zoya se acchi ladki milegi hi nahin, aap hi ne toh bola tha? Aap fikar mat keejiye, I will convince her that it is a real relation, no more nakli word in my vocabulary. You take care and I will be back with her" He patted his Ammi's hand and left the room.

He called and made all the arrangements at his work to be taken care of when he was gone for few days and then he headed straight to the air port. He booked his ticket from Bhopal to New Delhi which was leaving in an hour and at the counter, they told him they couldn't book his ticket to N.Y since the international booking was not available at the airport counter in Bhopal. They did tell him that he could do it in New Delhi.

One hour's flight followed by the taxi ride from domestic to international air port in Delhi was the slowest time of his life. When he reached the counter at the international air port to book a flight to N.Y, all of the air lines were completely booked except for Air India. Air India had just one ticket left but it was for the next morning and he said it would be fine and he started pulling his wallet . The wallet dropped on to the ground and when he bent to pick it up, he heard a familiar voice. The same voice which was haunting him in his dreams for few months now. Haunting in a good way and he couldn't believe what he just saw. There was his 'Zoya' hugging an elderly lady and trying to console her. "Auntiji, aap fikar mat keejiye. Aapke beti ko kuch nahin hoga. Sab theek hojayega aur aap khushi khushi apne pota ya poti ko apne hathomein uthayegi. Aap rona band keejiye aur yeh boliye ke aap ko chai chahiye ya coffee?". Asad saw Zoya making that elderly lady to drink water from a bottle and was about to get up when he saw someone staring at her intently.

"Excuse me sir, aap kaise pay karenge " the ticket counter clerk interrupted him. Asad said "Can you hold on for few minutes, I need to check something to which, she said "Sure, I am blocking it for you now so that you can pay for it within another hour " and handed down his passport.

"Thank you" Asad mumbled and gathering his belongings, walked towards Zoya who was rooted to the ground as if she had become a statue. "Zoya," Asad said so softly that it was barely a whisper. He could see that her eyes were filling up. But she looked away, blinked few times and started walking away from him. He held her hands "Dekho Zoya, I am sorry for whatever happened. I want to talk to you. Chalo, ghar chalten hein. Tumhare bags kidhar hain? Accha hua tum yahi milgayi. Mein to N.Y jaane wala tha, tumhe wapas lane keliye" to this, he was replied back with "Kyun?".

Conversation, conversation:

Asad: "Kyunki, mujhe tumse nikah karni hain, tum bhool gayi ki hamari sagayi hogayi hain?"

Zoya:"Oh really? Mujhe nahin pata ki woh asli thi ya nakli. Agar nakli hain to aapse aur baat karne ka koi faida nahin hain."

Elderly lady is no longer crying, but looking at these two with amusement.

Asad: "Woh mein actually, tumhe yeh batana chah raha tha ki. Who…"

Zoya: "Rehene deejiye Mr.Khan, mujhe kahin nahin jaana aapke saath. Mein wapas ja rahi hun jahan mein belong karti hoon, aapse door, bahut door" her voice was cracking up threatening her that the tears will start flowing any second. She looked away.

Elderly lady: "Beta, yeh kaun hain aur yeh kyun tumhe ghar lejaneka baat kar raha hain? Waise bhi tumhara flight to kal hain, ghar chali jao na. Kyun air port mein intezaar kar rahi ho?" she turned towards Asad and said "Pata nahin tum kaun ho, lekin is ladki itni acchi hai jo mujhe uske ticket dediya and meri kal ki leli. Dara sal meri beti hospital mein hain. Mein to kal jane wali thi lekin uska achanak tabiyat kharab hogayi aur usse c-section keliye leke gayen hain. Mein bahut pareshan thi aur ticket prepone karne aayi. Agar zoya ne apna ticket ke saath exchange nahin kiya hota to mujhe kal tak wait karni padti. Bahut acchi ladki hain yeh, bhagwan tumhe sada khush rakhe beta. "

Asad:"Thanks auntiji. Mein jaanta hun ki yeh bahut acchi ladki hain. Mein hi gadha tha jo ise yeh baat kabhi nahin batayi, chalo Zoya, ghar chaltein hain"

Zoya: "Kyun?"

Asad:"Hamara nikah hain na saath din mein?"

Zoya:"Aisa kisne kaha? Jhoothi sagayi se jhootha nikah ho sakta hain, asli nahin aur mujhe jhootha nikah nahin karna. Kisike saath bhi nahin, aapke saath bhi nahin. Aap kisi aur to doondh lijiye jo aapke saath jhootha nikah karne keliye tayyar hain."

Asad:"Please zoya, sab dekh rahe hain, chalo kahin aur jaake baat karte hain"

Zoya: "Ladki mein hun ya aap? Aapko kyun sharmarahein hain Mr.Khan? Aur waise bhi, tab kahan chali gayi this yeh sharm jab aap bhare airport mein mujhe anghooti pehenaye thein?"

Asad: Rubbing his forehead "Ise kaise manaoon? Yeh to boli jati hain "

Zoya: "Try telling the truth for God's sake. I don't want to stay in this country for any reason. So, give me a reason. You want me to marry you, give me a reason and I will do that happily. Lekin mein sach ke siwa kuch aur nahin sunna chahthi. Aapka kya bharosa, nikah karne ke baad yeh na kehede ke tumhare visa keliye maine nikah kiya. Mujhe India mein reheke kuch pata nahin lagaana ab"

Asad:"Tum Ammi keliye bhi nahin rukogi?"

Zoya:"Nahin, mein phoopi ko har saal N.Y bulaongi, Najma ko bhi aur mujhe to aapse milna hi nahin hain" She looked cute Asad thought.

Asad: "aur agar mein kahon ki mujhe aap apni zindagi mein chahiye, toh?"

Zoya gaped at him, was she dreaming or Mr.Khan has lost his mind?

Asad: "Agar mein kahoon ki yeh sagai asli hain, kabhi nakli thi hi nahin toh?"

Zoya coughed hard. "Has he gone mad?" he thought...

Asad: "I want you to be my life partner. I can't think of any other girl and I promise you I will try my best to keep you happy always" he paused and added "Is this enough to make you come home with me Zoya? To your home? Your family? Say yes please…"

Tears threatened to make appearance on her face, she had lost her voice. She nodded slowly and then thought – "Mr.Khan kabhi nahin sudharenge, let me show him what he is getting into…."

Zoya: "Ek shart par. Aap mujhe kabhi bad tameez, besharam nahin bologe, hain manzoor?"

Asad: Feeling embarrassed and rubbing his forehead nodded "Yes, never"

Zoya: "Toh aapko yeh besharmi bhi qubool karna hoga," with that she flung herself at him giving him a big bear hug.

Asad had to hold her to prevent both of them from falling and even though he was embarrassed in the beginning, few seconds later he realized how perfect he felt with her in his arms. He whispered in her ears. "I cannot live without you Zoya. I love you"

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See, I made you all happy with a happy ending….. Thanks to Laila for making me write another part to bring it a happy ending. I have no clue how to send mass PMs. So, I am sorry. I am not that good in using the tools on the forum.

Thanks for reading.

Loved the second part tooo goood
Loved the air ports scenes made it perfect

One of Best story... Keep rocking...

it was very awesome <3

but don know if its me who want more :'(

i really wanna see their happy romance :D

audience demand :P

Cute ending! Finally Asad khi Akaal tikane ahigaya! Lol