Together FOREVER: An AsYa FF - Page 7

Ch7

GPS. What an amazing invention, Asad thought.

He hurried out of the house. It was dusk time. His conversation with Zoya was playing back in his mind. She was desperate. And her shrieks were still ringing in his ears, puncturing his eardrums. But they had been successful. Zoya had held the line long enough for him to track her position via GPS.

Anxiously, he plugged the seat belt and started driving; the map on his phone showed him the way. He was very tense. Asad was just hoping and praying that Zoya would be fine.

Those people were dangerous and he knew that very well, but he did not care. For the moment all he did care was about Zoya. The city soon disappeared into oblivion.

After driving for about half an hour more, the red dot that indicated his position almost overlapped the green dot indicating his destination. His body tensed. If he had to save her, he would have to place each and every step very carefully. The place was a very old but small. The door was locked, but he had anticipated that.

While trying to make the least noise possible, he shoved the door with all his might. The bolt came loose and the latch gave away. There was only a gap of a few steps before he would be reunited with his love. Asad Ahmed Khan was almost there. A chuckle of celebration escaped him.

Except, of course for one thing, he was unaware of the evil shadow lurking cunningly behind him as if awaiting his arrival. This visitor was going to have the time of his life, Raghu thought to himself and smiled slyly.

***

Zoya's head was still swooning. The blood on her temple had dried out but the wound was paining her like a thousand devils. She had already thrown up twice. Weak and tired, Zoya was unable to think straight. She tentatively closed her eyes.

She was alerted by some commotion outside the room. Her mind and heart forced her to go out and find out the source but her stubborn body wouldn't budge. All her energy drained out but Zoya could only manage to prop herself up. She rested her head against the wall and panted heavily.

***

Asad was caught off guard by a blow on his shoulder. He groaned in discomfort. His senses alerted and he turned back just in time to stop another blow by a cricket bat aimed at his back.

Raghu Asad thought of Zoya. This man had caused her so much pain. Asad's blood began to boil with anger. But this time the anger strengthened him. Adrenaline rushed through his body and he landed three punches straight at Raghu's face that was contorting with pain. Asad didn't stop. He was beating the life out of Raghu. Raghu tried to fight back, but his efforts were failing miserably before Asad's might coupled with his frustration. He fell to the ground like a house of cards.

Asad moved forward, like a tiger ready to attack anybody who would come between him and Zoya.

He started screaming out her name and began checking each and every room.

***

Zoya heard someone call out her name, it was familiar. She recognized the voice more than herself. But the voice was distant, as if it were surreal. Zoya was too sick to consider the fact that maybe Asad was there. As the voice came closer, Zoya wished to get up and see for herself if it was a dream or not. But her body refused bluntly to comply or coordinate any of her movements.

It took every ounce of will power, driven by her love for Asad, to stand up. She moved toward the door holding the walls.

***

Asad had almost given up hope when he saw her. Zoya was standing at the door of a room at the end of the hall. Her kurta and here temple were covered in blood. She was holding onto the door and it looked as if she would fall if she didn't.

Asad let out a gasp. He couldn't believe his eyes.

"Zoya…." he mouthed. He ran towards her. It's the state of bliss you think you're dreaming, it's the happiness inside that you're feeling. It's so beautiful it makes you cry.

"Mr. Khan….", Zoya inched closer and every step was taking a hell lot of effort.

Asad reached her and she melted into his arms. The contentment and the relief that they felt in each other's arms were to die for. Zoya cried. Asad tenderly cupped her face in his hands and smiled at her. He touched his forehead to hers and whispered

"I love you, Zoya. Truly, madly, deeply. You're my soul. I love you. More than anything else in this world.". Zoya smiled too. Although she was in so much pain, it was the most beautiful feeling in the world. Asad hugged her tightly. She put her face on his shoulder and embraced him she closed her eyes. The world comprised of only Asad and Zoya.

Tears of joy, love ,relief and compassion fell from both of their eyes.

But when Zoya opened her eyes, what she saw could destroy her world.

Raghu was holding a knife. Its blade pointing at Asad's back, so jagged that it could end this fairly tale romance and Asad's life in a fraction of a second.