AsYa ff: Moments in Time: Last Chapter Pg 55 - Page 33

No words to describe your work! I'm speechless! Keep it up! Tks

It's so heart wrenching to read...
Both Zoya n Asad are in such a place that their situations incite so much pain n sadness...
Zoya must be really broken from inside... she can never forget how she had gone back in time of her memories n hurt Asad badly... but alas her condition doesn't even allow that!
Asad must be devastated as he can't get over the truth that Zoya left him for his happiness but he hasn't been happy since then...

Omg xxx amazing story xxx so heart breaking xxx plzzz update quickly xx

This is one of the most romantic stories I have ever read.

This is a sad update bt stiil u left me speechless
It is so heart wrenching n i really feel their pain
Ayan n Humeira ur mission starts now bring Zoya back n unite her with her husband

hi everyone... i know i am late... what to do, i had gone out of station.😳 so please forgive me for making you wait. here goes the second last chapter. only one update is left. enjoya

Chapter 14: A new hope

As the sun started withdrawing to its shell after a tiresome day, Ayaan and Humeira sat under the tree tired of the journey they are pursuing to. Humeira looked at the setting sun enthusiastically forgetting all the pain they are ensuring in search of Zoya. But she couldn't stop her mind from wandering back to Zoya. Humeira could hear all those words Zoya said to Asad once, like this in a beach, witnessing the setting sun. Humeira looked at her left side to see Ayaan engrossed in his iPhone. She couldn't take her eyes off him. She loves him, she always had. But never got the courage to express it and perhaps never will. Being in love with someone madly, she could easily associate herself with Zoya's pain. The pain we go through when we find out that the beautiful memories created with our loved ones is fading away slowly more agonizing than death. What if she also forget Ayaan just like Zoya forgot Asad? Just the mere thought of that send shudder down through her body. She closed her eyes and sent a silent prayer to Allah.

Ayaan was frustrated would be an understatement. He was thoroughly disappointed with himself. Even after pulling all his contacts he could not locate Zoya. It was just like someone's on a run to test all his ideologies and believes. It's been one week since they found out about Zoya and Asad's love story. They even tried to meet Asad but to no avail. All they could do was to handover Zoya's diary to Asad via his PA. Even though Ayaan was not among those one who admit failure, he didn't feel like disturbing Asad more as he was a broken man already. So Ayaan took it as a challenge to find Zoya. As the days passed by, he realized that finding Zoya is not just his destiny but a chance for him, to redeem himself, to experience the power of true love.

He looked up from his iPhone sending a message to his friend as a last try to find Zoya. His gaze fixed on Humeria who had her eyes closed. Her face glowed in the sunrays. He could see a droplet of tear find it way through her eyes. His breathing stopped for a moment. There were moments when Ayaan felt to give up the search, but the only thing kept him moving was Humeira's pain stricken face. He could see the pain in her eyes. Even though he couldn't put exact word to it, he knew, she was associating herself with Zoya. How couldn't she when he himself had grown attached to Asad!!! The clenching feeling in his heart seeing the tears drops in her eyes itself was enough for him to realize that what he feels for her is not just friendship, it was much more than that, perhaps the same thing which Asad and Zoya shared, TRUE LOVE… Yes! He loved her. Ayaan loves Humeira… look at the fate. Who ran away from love all his life had fallen in love, that too irrevocably, when they are on a mission to unite two estranged lovers… Ayaan knew, Humeira is his salvation and the true love he could ever get…

Their thought process was broken by the incoming message tone in Ayaan's phone. He quickly fished out his phone and checked the message. A smile blossomed in his face as he quickly enveloped a confused Humeria into a tight hug.

"We did it Humeira, we did it finally…"

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He sat in his room, correction, their room with her diary held tightly across his chest. He tightened the hold around diary trying to feel her instead. He was bewildered first when he came to know that the reported who have come to see him had delivered something for him. First he thought it to be another paparazzi motive, but when he saw the dairy he couldn't help but to stand shocked. His Zoya wrote a diary and he couldn't get to see it till now. Tears rolled down through his eyes as he took the diary in his closing hands. He retreated to their room which was ready to engulf him with darkness, the omnipresent darkness which was prevailing in his life since she left.

With shaking hands he opened the diary in which was written 'Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan'. He couldn't help but to smile at this a little. He traced his fingers along the name trying to feel her instead. Trying to control the lump forming in his throat he skipped to the pages where the entries were written. His vision blurred due to tears as he read each and every entries. He recalled all those beautiful memories they spend with each other as husband and wife. How happy they were!!!

Not able to withstand the pain that was suffocating him, he screamed in agony as his scream echoed through the room resembling the emptiness in his life… he slide down to the floor besides the bed, the dairy still open in his lap. Tears started rolling from his eyes which directly landed on the pages of dairy. As his gaze fell on the diary he wiped his tears to get a better view of what he was seeing. He could see the letters appearing in that blank page wherever his tears fall down. He recalled about the pen he had brought for Zoya which has an invisible ink which will become visible only when it is wet. He slowly realized that Zoya indeed had left him a message. With a new found energy he ran to bathroom and took a bowl of water and started dabbing the page with damp cotton and slowly letters started appearing. It was a letter, a letter from Zoya to her Asad.

Dear Asad,

I know you are angry with me. By the time you read this, I won't be in your life. But trust me, I had only this option. It kills me to be away from you, but it also kills me to see you suffer because of me day by day. I am not that strong Asad, not that strong… I am no longer that independent, courageous girl you fallen in love with. Our love changed me. Even though I hate to admit it, I have become too dependent on you. And you know what the funny part is? I loved that change. But now… it scares me a lot…I don't know how will I live without you… but I have to… because I cannot afford to see you in pain… I know I am being selfish, but I can't help it. I would rather die than see you dying every day…

You must be wondering why I didn't give you this dairy directly. Honestly speaking, I don't know whether this will reach you ever… but my heart tells me that this diary will meet you, one day or the other… I cannot help if others read this diary, but I can definitely stop others from reading this entry as I have written this specially for you. You may have already figured out that I have written this using that pen which you gifted me. I never knew it will come to of any use to me until now.

Asad, I just want you to know that I love you a lot. I love you and you only. This diary will not be able to wipe your tears but it can surely make you feel my love. I love you soo much Asad… Soo much that I had to leave you… I love you… And always will...

Yours Zoya….

He sat there hugging her dairy close, rocking his body back and forth trying to control the emotions. He knew the diary was late in finding its rightful owner, but nevertheless it's better to be late than never…

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that was wonderful!!!!!!!!! I love this FF!!!! Please continue when u have time!!!! I read it before you pmed me... 😃

Yippee one of d frst few to comment...awsum