|AsYa FF| :The Runaways: (Note-Page102) - Page 31

oh my god! y do leave such cliff endings??

wHAT! U KEEP US HANGING???

nice part.
Thanx 4 d pm.
T.c.

Amazing as usual! I hope Asad will find her in time!

oho yaar!!!!!!!

update sooon and,

Nice update :-) loved the Najma-Asad conversation

"I'm here. I love you. I don't care if you need to stay up crying all night long, I will stay with you. There's nothing you can ever do to lose my love. I will protect you until you die, and after your death I will still protect you. I am stronger than Depression and I am braver than Loneliness and nothing will ever exhaust me."

A/N: Okay! First of all I know that you people are ready to kill me with whatever you have in your hands this moment, 'cause I'm like updating after ages! I understand the anger and at first I was really scared to even update! You see I'm a phattu 😆

But guys I had broken my right hand because I'd fallen from the stairs and was also down with viral infection you see lucky does not seem to be my side these days -____-'

So to make it up to all of my lovely readers out there I'm gonna post two parts together! And hopefully that will earn me an apology 😳

This so far has been my longest author's note ever, so I'll just stop blabbering and start with the story 😆

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Zoya

I literally stopped breathing when I saw his face. Zeeshan. He was standing infront of me with all his glory in a blue formal shirt and black jeans, with his hair done as messily as ever. If I would've seen him a year ago my heart might've started doing flip-flops but now my heart was beating faster than a humming bird's wing.

"Not glad to see me, are you sweetheart?" Zeeshan asked me and smirked and crouched infront of me and lazily glided his fingers down my exposed leg, I would've smacked his hand away if my hands wouldn't have been tied up behind my back.

"You bas***d!" I spat and breathed out shakily.

"My my! Don't they teach you manners in this prestigious school, Zoya? You were so much better when you lived with me." He whispered 'me' in my ear and I fought hard not to cry, I could not let him see my tears, I would never let him see my weaker side.

"What are you doing here? Haven't you had enough last summer?! Zeeshan, you took away everything I had my innocence, my virginity, my childlike behaviour! Every damn thing! What more do you want now huh? My filthy life?! If that's what you want please take it!" I said and broke down, I could no longer bottle up the anger that I had been holding for so long.

"A very emotional speech I must say, Zoya they actually do teach some good manners here, nahi? Those things that I took, were just mere things sweetheart. I'm here to take what was always mine." He said and gave me that lopsided smirk of his.

"What do you want?" I asked him shakily.

"I want what's always been mine. I want you." He said.

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Asad

I heard a shuffling noise, I walked towards the noise and saw a couple making out in the janitor's closet, peeved out I quickly moved out of there and started walking towards my room again and that's when I heard a high-pitched scream.

Zoya.

I ran towards the voice and reached the abandoned store room, the benches were upturned and there was hardly any light, I could make out nothing! Frustrated I ran a hand through my hair and searched around frantically bumping into benches and tables, until I found a small table lamp. I flicked on the switch and due to God's grace it was working.

I took it and held it up, so that it illuminated the room, and a few feet away from me sat an unconscious Zoya and beside him was some guy, as soon as he felt someone in the same room, he quickly sprinted off before I had any time to catch him. I was not worried about the guy I was scared out of my wits for Zoya.

I quickly ran to her side and saw that her black dress was torn up, one of its strap was torn off and there was a large slit in the side of the dress and her leg was bleeding. I gasped, I quickly took off my jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders, trying to cover up as much as possible. I picked her up bridal style and sprinted off the room.

We reached the infirmary soon and the nurse was shocked to see Zoya in this condition and quickly got down to work. I stayed outside while the nurse did her work'all the time I could think of was how did she got hurt? And the guy'the guy must've have molested her!

I balled up my fists and punched the bench I was sitting on, surprised at my own angry outburst. I had never ever felt so angry for a girl other than Najma. Never. But Zoya was changing everything from the day she had first stepped into this school, the girl who stood out from the rest who had got me hooked from the first she had looked my way.

Only two weeks, was the time I had spent with her and she was all I thought of, I had even told her to cut me if she cut herself! What was I doing? Was I even sane?

I rubbed my face with hand and massaged my throbbing forehead.

Zoya, you're doing things no one has ever done to me.

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Zoya

"I was never yours! I belong to no one! Do you hear me?! NO ONE!" I screamed and glared at him, if looks could kill Zeeshan would've been dead by now.

"Ahh'your anger'you look really sexy when you're mad you know? All the boys back at the foster home would go crazy when you would get mad." He said and tucked a stray strand of my hair behind my ear; I quickly turned my face away from him.

"Don't touch me with your filthy hands!" I said and tried to hold back my tears which were threatening to spill over.

"Aww! You hurt me Zoya! Is there even a part of your body that I haven't touched yet?" He said and smirked, and that was it I kicked him in his crotch and that was when all hell broke loose.

"You bitch! You're gonna pay for this!" He said and grabbed fistfuls of my hair and yanked my head towards him and kissed me roughly on my lips, making them bleed. A lone tear slipped down my cheek, this felt too vivid, like dj vu.

Next he pulled down the strap of my dress tearing it off in the process, I screamed and shouted and wailed but no one came to my rescue, just like the last time when he had forced himself on me. Next he tore the skirt of my dress from the side and I was begging for mercy, but he did not pay heed.

Then he took out a knife and scratched my leg I screamed so loud and wondered why had no one came to my rescue yet! The gym was not far away. The tears and all the screaming was making me exhausted my energy was starting to fade away and soon I also started fading away.

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Asad

"Mr. Khan, Miss Farooqi needs to stay in the infirmary for tonight, I did the stitches on her leg and gave her some painkillers, she has still not gained consciousness so there will be a volunteer staying with her for the night till that time you can stay with her." The nurse wished me goodnight and left for her room.

I sat beside Zoya and looked at her now white face, all the makeup that she had applied had washed down with the tears and her cheek was tear stained. She was looking weak and the expression on her face showed that she was no longer willing to fight. I could decipher all this even though she was unconscious.

Next moment I was holding her hand, I don't know why I did that but it felt like the right thing to do, I entwined our fingers and lightly squeezed her hand. She gave no response.

"Wake up Zoya'" I said softly, hoping she could hear me.

"Mr. Khan you can now leave." The volunteer came in and said. I nodded and got up as I got up I felt a tug on my hand, our fingers were still interlocked. I gently pried her fingers and took my jacket from the chair and left the infirmary.

I reached my room and took a shower and changed. I was lying down on my bed and stared up at the ceiling. I closed my eyes and for the first time I prayed for someone other than Najma.

Zoya.

I think I'll be brave
Starting with you
But I'll fall away if you tell me to
I'd rather be wrong
Then hope that I'm right
'Cause I can't go on with this all inside

I think I'll be brave
And say how I've wanted you

Going around inside my head
Trying to talk me out of it
So lonley...Too lonley
If there's a possibility
You turn and run away with me
I need to...To show you before it fades

Brave- Tawgs Salter

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A/N: And amigos here is the chapter 7! Enjoy! 😃

"The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it..."

"Mr. Khan you can now leave." The volunteer came in and said. I nodded and got up as I got up I felt a tug on my hand, our fingers were still interlocked. I gently pried her fingers and took my jacket from the chair and left the infirmary.

I reached my room and took a shower and changed. I was lying down on my bed and stared up at the ceiling. I closed my eyes and for the first time I prayed for someone other than Najma.

Zoya.

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Zoya

I woke up to a pounding forehead, I groaned and clutched my forehead almost instantly I could feel someone stroke my hair and made me lie down. I looked to my side and saw that a nurse was taking out some medicines from a cabinet and was pouring a glass of water.

She handed me the medicines and the water which I gulped down thirstily. As I closed my eyes suddenly all the events of yesterday's horrible night came rushing back and I got up, almost too quickly and again I could feel my forehead pounding.

"Miss Farooqi, you should rest you haven't recovered yet and please stop moving or else you'll open the stitches on your legs." Wait a second, did she just said stitches?

Stitches?!

Goddamn freaking STITCHES?!

"Stitches'?" I mumbled softly and looked at her she nodded her head and gave me an amused smile. That Zeeshan bas***d'He had ruined my life yet again'didn't he had enough already? Toying around with my life.

"Hey'hey it's gonna be alright it's no big deal they'll heal up soon and the marks can be covered up with some concealer." She said and gently patted my forehead mistaking my tears for something entirely else.

I gave her a weak, teary smile and then suddenly it hit me'who had brought me here? And I wasn't feeling sore'so Zeeshan had not done anything'

"Excuse me, who brought me here?" I asked the nurse.

"Mr. Khan brought you here; you were unconscious at that time." She said and returned back to whatever she was doing.

Asad had brought me here'

This was the second time he had saved me'

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Asad

I woke up at 7 despite today being Sunday, I quickly took a hot shower and changed into a white polo shirt and a pair of denim jeans, I looked at the clock it was 8 now and I had not checked up on Zoya since last night.

I reached the infirmary and saw Zoya staring at a distant point somewhere far off. I greeted the nurse and went and sat beside Zoya, she turned and looked at me and gave me a smile which didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Are you going to tell me what happened last night?" I asked her softly and instantly regretted it, her smile was gone and her lips were now set in a straight thin line.

"I don't want to talk about it, Asad'please just forget it." She said and started fidgeting with the bed sheet.

"Forget it?! Are you out of your mind! Someone just forced himself on you yesterday and you tell me to forget the goddamn fact?!" I hissed at her and she scowled in return.

"What is your bloody problem Asad?! Huh? If I don't want to tell you, then that simply means I don't want to tell you! Can't you get that fact registered in your peanut-sized brain!" She said and glared, her nostrils flared.

"I'm trying to help you Zoya! Why can't you just register that fact in your peanut-sized brain?" I said this time a bit calmly.

"Did I ever ask for your help? Did I?" She challenged me, the look she gave made my heart lurch'and it hit home she had actually never asked for my help, I was just trying to be Super-man.

"I'm sorry I even thought that I could help you'because from the looks of it you can clearly handle yourself like you did last night." I said rather sarcastically and she gave me a disbelieving look.

"I'm surprised that this is coming from you Asad! Did I ever force you to tell me every tiny detail about your life?! I gave you all the time in the world!" She said and threw her hands up in exasperation.

"Actually you never gave me any time, and for that matter I never told you anything about myself you just ready my journal and figured everything out." I said and before I could say something that would hurt her even more, I got up and left the infirmary.

As I was leaving I could feel a heavy pain in my chest.

Zoya was doing things to me that no one has ever done.

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Zoya

A tear slipped down my cheek and I angrily wiped it off. Why did I care? He can do whatever hell he wants to do! He's not my business! Then why did I feel this hollowness inside my chest when he said all those harsh words?

I could no longer take it; I buried my face in the pillow and cried my heart out. I cried for my sorry life, for what Zeeshan had done to me and in the end I cried for Asad'

And for the first time in my ten years of living without my parents I cried for Abbu and Ammi'

I hear your heart cry for love,
But you won't let me make it right.
You were hurt, but I decided,
That you were worth the fight.
Every night, you lock up,
You won't let me come inside.
But the look in your eyes,
I can turn the tide.

In your heart, in your heart, in your heart,
I can tell you can fit one more.
In your heart, in your heart, in your heart,
I don't care who was there before.

Heart vacancy- The Wanted

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A/N: Amigos! Hola! I know, I know chapter 7 is really short but I'm just gearing you up for chapter 8! 😆

Hopefully I would be forgiven now! *Puppy-dog face* 😃

And before I go, I would like to tell all of you that I've written a story on Wattpad called- 'Genie in a Bottle'

It's not a fanfiction it's a simple teen fiction with humor! 😉

If you've got time please check it out and do give me your reviews! 😳

http://www.wattpad.com/story/7067757-genie-in-a-bottle

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P.S. This one's exclusively for mochhug who like a makkhi has been bhin-bhinaing constantly for an update! jk! 😆 Love you mochhug! 🤗

Can I have name please? 😛

Ciao! 😳