Together FOREVER: An AsYa FF

Im a die-hard AsYa and KarBhi fan

Hey guys, this is my first ever FF,hope u lyk it.

If u do I'll continue 😊 😉

INDEX

1- chapter 1

1- chapter 2

3- chapter 3

4-chapter 4

6-chapter 5

8-chapter 6

It was the most heart-breaking feeling, to see your love just slip away into oblivion.. Zoya had never felt so shattered. She waved off to her phoopi and her best friend Najma with tears in her eyes, but those eyes yearned to see someone else's face. She looked up at the balcony half-expecting to see Asad's face. The engine roared to life and soon the taxi moved forward and the figures of Najma and phoopi soon blurred.

She knew she had done a terrible mistake by going to Ayaan's engagement. Her plan had miserably backfired. Her phoopi had been wrongly accused of trying black magic to ruin Shirin and her children's happiness, all because of her. Moreover, she had been blamed for poisoning an innocent girl. Why did it always happen to her? Whenever she tried to do any good to Asad she would end up hurting him all the more. Not even in her wildest dreams had she dreamt that things would take such a nasty turn. Now she was going back to the United States leaving all of them behind, it felt as if her soul had been ripped apart.

She felt angry too. She could bear everyone's hatred and anger but Asad's. How could he even think that she had actually tried to kill Humeira? When she was screaming that she had done no such thing, couldn't he have trusted her? After all the time she had lived with them and after all she had done to help him, he had chosen to believe what a hundred other people had concluded. Those eyes and their unspoken words of love, those caring words when she learnt about her father and those times when he had held her, had never meant anything to him. Those cups of bitter coffee that he handed her had seemed so sweet until now. After all that had happened between them, how much had he truly known or understood her? She had expected his trust thinking that maybe he believed that she could never do something so horrendous and evil. He had turned away his face when she was trying to justify her actions, simply refusing to acknowledge her intentions and emphasizing only on her idiocy for even thinking to do what she had done.

She wiped her tears and looked out of the window. Her life was a mess. Suddenly, something caught her attention. The object of her sight was unexpected and shocking. She had just seen raghu singh.. The same man who had tried to kill phoopi but had later disappeared into thin air. She rubbed her eyes out of shock but she was not mistaken. She could recognize that ear-rubbing gesture anywhere. Her first instinct was to call Asad but she knew he would not respond. The steps that she took next were dangerous but necessary.

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The traffic light turned red and the taxi came to a halt. She told the driver that she would be back in a moment. The driver was reluctant but she managed to convince him. She got out of the taxi quickly and crossed the traffic so she could follow him.

With her ipad in hand, she cautiously followed him. he turned into a narrow lane and soon the crowds began to thin . He went into a deserted house. Zoya looked through the window but she could not see the face of the lady he was talking to. She had worn a richly embroidered sari and had a raspy voice that Zoya thought she had heard somewhere but could not remember where. The lady handed him a bundle of money and Zoya could see the smug smile on the man's face. she inched closer to the window sill, trying to see the face of the woman but she could not.

"I was unable to acknowledge your great work earlier because you were out of town but it is never too late. You have outweighed my expectations, Asad has believed now that Rashid has not only murdered an innocent lady but also attempted to put to death his dearer-than- life mother. What a game we have played! ".The roar of her wicked laughter echoed through the empty room.

Zoya knew what she had to do. She took out her Ipad and stated recording the scene.

"Asad was already pretty sure that Rashid was at fault for what had happened. My false setup just confirmed his misunderstanding. Poor Rashid, a prey to my trap !". said raghu and joined the lady in her laugh.

"Asad's father is innocent, just as phoopi had considered earlier. He has just been a rat in a rattrap- at the wrong place at the wrong time, just like me." thought Zoya to herself.

"But who is this lady and why does she want to deepen the already present cracks in Asad and his father's relation?", Zoya wondered. She could not think of any plausible motive of the lady. Until there were other things she was yet to know.

She needed to know who this lady was. She moved sideways to get a better view but in the process, she dropped a steel mug kept on a cobwebbed drum. The noise was so enormous that she thought it would wake the dead.

Raziya looked towards the window. There was someone else apart from the two of them who was attending their little party, albeit uninvited. She saw a shadow flicker across the curtains and she ordered her partner in crime to catch hold of the intruder. She herself went outside out of curiosity.

When she was onto the hard cemented road outside, she saw Raghu run after a girl. Zoya. This girl was a pain in the ass. Her ears flared up at the thought of the consequences, in case the girl got out alive.

"But she was to leave the country hours ago. What in the name of god is she doing here?", Raziya thought angrily. But she had had enough of this rat, sneaking anywhere and everywhere. Out of pity, something Raziya never believed she was capable of , she had let the girl live until now. However, now it was high time that this rat was trapped, for the sake of everything she considered hers. This girl was a gale who could deracinate her very existence. The foolish girl however, was unaware of the turmoil she could bring into Raziya Sidhiqui's life, for the sake of which Raziya had sinned time and over.

Zoya ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Clutchin her Ipad in one hand and her cellphone in the other, she punched the only number she could think of at the moment- Asad's.