AsYa ff: Moments in Time: Last Chapter Pg 55 - Page 34

Chapter 15: And Thus They Unite

Humeira looked at a beaming Ayaan who was climbing the stairs of the building which read 'St.Mary's orphanage'. She wondered as to why he bought her here. He didn't tell her what message he got, who send that message and above all where they were going. Even though it was frustrating not to know anything, she couldn't yell at him as he looked soo peaceful and happy. She could almost see the chirpy Ayaan back who was lost the day they heard Asad and Zoya's story. Her chain of thought was broken when Ayaan stopped in front of a room and turned to look at her. She raised her eyebrows quizzically. Smiling at her he held her hand and gently led her inside. They passed the room and went to the balcony.

Humeira felt she was dreaming. She rubbed her eyes furiously to check whether she was not hallucinating and indeed she was not. She looked at Ayaan who was smiling at her. She could feel herself smiling broadly at him. Tears of happiness found its way through her eyes as she flung her arms around his shoulders. He reciprocated the same by holding her close. After a quick hug, they broke apart and stared at the most precious thing in the world, Zoya…

Slowly and steadily they walked towards Zoya who was accompanied by a sister. As if feeling their presence Zoya turned towards them. Ayaan and Humeira felt a surge of happiness flowing through them. Without thinking about anything Humeira hugged Zoya while Zoya stood there perplexed. Ayaan and the sister stood as the spectators to this. After a while Humeira pulled back and smiled at Zoya. Zoya instead of smiling back looked scared and went and hide behind the sister. Ayaan and Humeira were disappointed. As if understanding their dilemma, the sister decided to speak.

"Please don't mind kids. She is not in a state to speak with strangers. Even if you are related to her, she doesn't have your memory…"

Humeira felt her eyes well up hearing this. She looked at Zoya who was looking at the mountains far away.

Sister: "By the time she reached here, she had almost lost all her memory. But due to the treatment she is undergoing, she can now at least remember who she is…"

And they felt relieved hearing that. Zoya remembers herself, so does that mean there is a chance? As they were busy thinking about this the sisters next question shook them to the core.

"Do you have any idea who is Asad?"

They looked at each other, disbelief written all over their face. With trembling voice, Ayaan asked the sister.

"How… How you know that name?"

The sister looked at him curiously and then said.

"It was the only name she says from the day she arrived here. She lost all her memory, even she forgot her name, but never forgot that particular person. Even though she didn't share who is Asad and what relation they have, all I know that the moments she spend with him still engraved in her heart…"

They were tongue tied at this revelation. They looked at Zoya who had gone back to her room with another sister. Trying to suppress the lump forming in her throat, Humeira moved forwards to the railing of the balcony when a drawing book caught her sight. She slowly bent and picked it up while Ayaan joined her. She opened the pages and their heart stopped for a moment seeing the content. There were several beautiful portraits of Asad with even minute details on it. They looked at each other bewildered and then at sister.

"It's hers… she drew it…"

They were left tongue tied. The fascination and empathy they held for Zoya had turned to respect. She drew his pictures when she was searching her own self. Isn't it called true love?

Memories are like flowers… Some fade away fast… Some remains in our heart, binding to a single thread and survive despite every odd… Just like Asad's memory survived in Zoya's heart…

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Yet another award function. But Asad didn't feel proud, hell he was not even interested. It was only due to his parents and Zoya's father that he agreed to attend the ceremony. He hated these very functions which he loved once. He was not interested in these things anymore. He was living, but not really alive. He was smiling, but it never reached his eyes. He spoke, but it never conveyed the original meaning. Yes, he was alive, but equal to a walking dead…

He looked around him. He could see happy couples everywhere, at least they pretend to be. His heart ached knowing that he could have been one of those happy couples if Zoya would have been with him…. Zoya… how much she wished to see him receiving an award with her own eyes… she never got that chance… his heart cried with the memory of her. Seeing her son's plight, Dilshad kept her hand in his shoulder while he leaned closer to her taking in the warmth. Their moment was broken when the anchor announced Asad name for the best actor category. Cheers erupted in the crowd as they hooted and whistled for him. He got up and walked towards the stage with a stoic face. He was about to receive the award when he heard a commotion. He turned to look at the source of the noise so did everyone. There was a guy and girl trying to pass the security and reach up to the stage. The typical fandom, thought Asad sarcastically. But the next thing what he saw shook his world. There she is… his Zoya… standing behind that guy and girl… clutching to that girl's hand with fear written all over her face… he pinched himself hard to see whether he was hallucinating. The pain that shoot up through his arm made him realize that he was not dreaming, she was indeed here… all those pent up emotions resurfaced in him as he screamed her name silencing everyone in the process…

Time and people stood still as he ran through the crowd towards Zoya, his Zoya. He could see her taking steps towards him as the security guards stopped doing their work and was busy witnessing the scene in front of them. They were arm's length away when they finally stopped. Asad panted so did Zoya. Tears were flowing form their eyes.

"Asad…"

That was enough for Asad to fill the gap between them as he took her into a bone crushing hug. She melted into his arms like she always did. He pulled her closer and closer not realizing that there was no space left between them. He didn't care. All he wanted was to feel her in his arms. To feel her for real… He gave a hoot about the audience watching them, all he cared about was the girl in his arms.

He broke apart from her after sometime which felt like eternity. He closed his eyes as he felt her fingers all over his face as if she was touching to make sure that he was for real. When he opened his eyes he could see Zoya smiling through the tears. And that smile made him realize that how much he missed her… cupping her face in his hands he leaned forward and placed his manly lips on her feather like ones. Gosh! He missed her soo much! He started kissing her passionately trying to make up for the time they spend without each other.

Ayaan and Humeira stood there feeling grateful seeing those two souls unite. It was indeed a beautiful sight.

Asad and Zoya broke apart from the kiss after sometimes, their foreheads still resting on each other. Her cheek was as usual red in colour. He smiled seeing that. With his fingers he traced her cheeks while she closed her eyes with his touch. He pulled her back in to an embrace and looked at Ayaan and Humeira, gratitude written all over his face.

"You are lucky Asad. You got a love who didn't forget you even when she forgot herself. She may not remember everything that happened in her life, but she definitely remembers the moments spend with you. I never thought that true love exists until I stumbled across your story and for once in my life, I am glad that I was wrong…"

Asad looked at Ayaan smiling through his tears. He patted his shoulder and walked away still hugging his Zoya while Ayaan and Humeira stood there, their fingers intertwined, feeling contended.

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Happiness returned to Khan Mansion once again as they found back the medicine for their wounds. He carried her bridal style to their room for the first time. He could see her eyes twinkle with amusement and happiness. He slowly settled her down while she explored each and every bit of their room. Her eyes got stuck at the diary which he had kept neatly beside the side table. She fingered through the diary as tears started falling from her eyes. He caught hold of her hand and kissed it. He kissed away her tears indicating her not to cry. Slowly, he started showering wet kisses all over her neck. She shivered under his kisses. She arched back giving him more access. He picked her up again and led her to bed and started kissing her with new found passion. He was worshipping her like she was a porcelain doll. He didn't want to beak her; all he wanted was to make her.

That night witnessed the union of two souls which was long overdue. They renewed their vows to be with each other till death. Asad decided that no matter what, he will be always with her. He knew she doesn't remember each and everything, but he will help her create new memories. He won't let her forget the love they shared. It was not her fight alone; it was his fight too… The fight for their love… The fight for their Moments in Time…

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