Three months had quickly passed by at the Khan's mansion, Zoya adapted to her role of a good wife and a great bahu. Dilshad was busy preparing a function for her daughter in law and son three months anniversary of marriage, while Najma and Asad sat at the table being served by Zoya. Asad had changed and Zoya felt it, a month ago it all happened. Asad reached the door and signed for the package addressed to newly wedded husband Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan. Asad took it and sat on the couch he slowly opened it and saw a letter addressed to him.
Dearest Mr. Khan,
I really do hope that the love you say you have for your wife is enough to bear what I will say in this letter. The reasons I had coming to your home was truly to destroy that tape that would clear your abhu which I succeeded in doing, but after being humiliated I wanted status and a name worthy for my bacha, so I decided to stick around. Soon after raziya siddiqui confronted me, and paid me a heafty amount to get Zoya Farooqui out of this country, a short while after it came to my knowledge that your loving wife is the illegitimate daughter of Gaffur Siddiqui. After I couldn't get her to leave raziya wanted me to kill her, but now you are married to her, the blood that runs through her veins are the same from the man that took all the happiness away from your family seventeen years ago Asad. Now today you live with the child of the man that destroyed your parents happiness, Najma and your childhood, how does it feel Asad to be married to someone whose father took no trouble in destroying your family. If I could not have happiness Zoya nor you would ever be happy.
Tanveer
Ps. There is a blood report of Zoya and Gaffur if not there is samples of gaffurs dna and you can quickly access Zoya's dna I am sure, do one yourself lets see whose the bigger liar now.
Asad took out the report and read it thoroughly, but he couldn't believe it still, he saw a hair in a bag tagged Gaffur Siddiqui and one tagged Zoya Farooqui. He couldn't bear the thought of it. He rushed into their room took her hair brush rushed out the house with the package and went straight to his doctor. He asked firstly to clarify that the hair belonged to Gaffur Siddiqui which it did according to records, then the dna sample was taken. Asad stood outside in the waiting room to impatient to sit down, as the doctor approached him Asad walked up, "Mr. Khan the results are back" "ji doctor?" "vo actually it's a perfect match" Asad's face boiled in pain, his face turned red as an apple his eyes teared up as he heard the doctors voice ring in his head. He grabbed the results out of his hands and rushed out of the hospital. He slammed the door behind him as he entered, he saw three bewildered facial expressions looking at him, form the kitchen area two pairs of eyes lower than the other. Zoya looked at him with love, as he watched her all he saw was Gaffur and Raziya taunts towards his ammi and his family, all over ached him he couldn't bear the sight of her, he turned away and walked to his room shutting the door behind him. Later that night Zoya brought him coffee and his dinner as she knew from the pass two months that when he was tired he would eat in his room and sleep shortly after "WHAT are you doing Ms Farooqui? I am not hungry leave me… and don't bring any form of food in my room again" Zoya turned away as pain struck every molecule in her body, her eyes teared up and so did his, he turned realizing what he had said but she had already left, he tapped himself "allah miya what is wrong with you Mr. Khan" he rolled his eyes and he walked towards the door he stood and he looked at her as she neatly cleaned up the kitchen with tears on her face, his heart shattered in a million pieces again, there it was he did it, he hurt her again after promising, what a stupid thing to do he thought. Zoya was hurt beyond words to explain her pain, it was twom months since he yelled at her but what ached her heart the most was that he called her MS. FAROOQUI. Zoya cried as she cleared the table, she took extra long to do so, she thought maybe he had a bad day and everything will cool down by tomoro. By the time she entered Asad was already lying on the bed, Zoya laid down and she placed her hand around him, he wasn't asleep and he felt her warm touch that made his heart feel alive then everything came rushing back into his head, he moved her hand and turned his back on her, Zoya tears flowed from her face "Allah miya what did I do now?" This was the first time in two months that he didn't hug her to sleep. Something had changed. The days passed by as dilshad prepared for the three months Asad kept on ignoring, criticizing and yelling at her, there was nothing she could have done that was right for him, everyone noticed the change but no one question why? All zoya thought was that she kept doing the wrong things, and she felt worse, Zoya was barely even eating these days now she would just cook, serve clean. She wasn't happy or bubbly everything changed she was changing again because she loved him enough to change for him. That morning while Zoya was pouring his coffee her sleeve fell into his plate, the kurti she wore was light purple and black with frilled sleeves covering all her fingers that were loose. Asad pushed away his chair from the table and yelled "misfit! Why can't you do anything right? If you never wore clothes like that this would have never happened" asad fumed and looked at her as her eyes welled up in tears he walked away to his room and left her standing their as ammi and Najma consoled a crying Zoya. But she made up her mind, she had enough, she stormed off a bit after went in and locked the door. "Mr. Khan what is wrong with you? What did I do? Please tell me? I want a answer now?" "Ms. Farooqui just leave me be.ok" "nahi I have been playing this game whole month and its left me nothing but tears and pain, don't you think ive noticed that you ignore me, turn your back away while we sleep, eat nothing I share or make for you, are you not happy with me as your wife" "yes…" the words shocked Zoya from head to toe, her tears fell as Zoya's feet became weak, she drifted to fall in time for Asad to catch her, Ms Farooqui? MS FAROOQUI" Zoya quickly came out of her sleeping spell, with Asad holding her so close in so long she didn't want it to end but it did, he let go so quickly it felt as though it didn't happen. He stood up, "Ms. Farooqui did you eat" "what do you care" she stared at him with anger in her eyes, he looked back at her MS. Farooqui" Bas Asad mere naam Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan I am no longer a Farooqui understood. Asad looked at her in anger, dictating that is what it felt like to him he saw everything again his abhu leaving, taking ayaan , Najma and Phupi crying all because Gaffur Siddiqui was a dictator seventeen years ago Asad couldn't control his anger any longer and he retorted nahi hai aap naam Zoya Siddiqui, Gaffur Siddiqui's illegitimate daughter. The words penetrated her heart every single part of her hurt her body trembled at what he said, "what are you talking about" "the blood that runs in your veins is the blood that took everything away from me ZOYA SIDDIQUI" nahi never I can never be related to him not ever Asad nahi don't do this, Asad pulled her off the couch towards the results she looked in horror as she read it she couldn't believe her eyes the letter the results Zoya was happy her father was alive but she was terrified with pain she couldn't bear the thoughts of what he did to her husband's childhood, she spun around and grabbed him and held on "DO YOU THINK THAT I AM MY FATHER? IS THIS WHY YOU HAVE BEEN HURTING ME ASAD? I AM NOT HIM? I LOVE YOU" asad pushed her away an already weak Zoya fell to the ground with all the pain she had endured since she came india this was the worse yet, the man that irrevocably loved her pushed her away he turned his face from her, she broke down and yelled at him but her voice was gone, she couldn't and there she fainted again, this time Asad didn't notice, his back was turned, his face red with anger "how can I believe that you love me when the same blood run through your veins Ms Farooqui"… Asad heard nothing, and as he turned around he was horrified at what he saw a lifeless Zoya laid on his carpet with blood through her nose, he quickly rushed to her and felt for her pulse but there was none, he shouted for his ammi an Najma and they rushed in they saw Zoya with tears and blood on the ground as Najma called the ambulance, Asad tried CPR, they quickly arrived and rushed her into the ER, they all waited outside, hours passed till the doctor came out, he asked to speak with Asad firstly, he took him aside "beta did you know that your wife was pregnant?" the news shocked Asad, as he remembered that day again the day everything changed Zoya had told him that she had happy news for him but it was never given as he was never around much after he found out about her father. "beta? Beta? Asad snapped out of his memory "your wife suffered a serious hemorrhage, she is still unconscious and it is impossible to tell when she will be out of danger and the bacha is fine absolutely fine, although your wife seems to not have been eating is everything alright?" "ji doctor, please let me know when I can see her" "Zoya how can you be so foolish, not taking care of yourself, not eating he yelled at her in his head, then he yelled at himself for blaming her, blaming the one person that loved him though he was more flawed than the world, the one person that never questioned his authority nor defend herself against his words. There he looked at her lying on the bed with their baby inside her and her body losing consciousness he banged his hand against the wall "how can I be so ignorant I love her I love her. Allah please. please don't take her away from me, not like this I love her I want to make it up to her please don't take her away. Asad pleaded in his mind as he watched her through the window. The doctors made them leave a hesitant Asad did not want to leave but ammi and Najma pulled him out, the next morning by the time Phupi and Najma awoke Asad had already left the house, he was by her bed holding her hand, praying for her to be okay, praying for her to get up. Allah knew that he just wanted to see her open her eyes, her smile, her dimples her bright big brown eyes, he would give his life to see her alive and happy allah knew all he did was hurt her the pass couple of days he spoke to her "I love you, I need you, I am sorry, please come back to me Zoya." As tears rolled down his face it dropped on her hand, and her eyes flinched, Zoya opened her eyes and there she saw him, her husband crying holding her hand, " i…lo..v..e…you Asad"…and with that he looked up and saw his wife he didn't see anyone he saw his wife the woman he loved , his perfect misfit. He raised and kissed her on her head I love you ZOYA..muhje marv kar deje? I am truly sorry" she took his hand and with a weak voice "nahi Asad, nahi I love you ,they are not part of my life, nor will they ever be, you are my family and that is all I need" she raised up and leaned in on him she felt the beat of his heart and after one month of him ignoring her she knew that they were still one, they survived the venom of tanveer cheap tricks once more "mere bacha" she screamed as he raised her off "our baby teek ho" and he smiled at her warmly she leaned back knowing that he was right she hugged him tightly and together they said "I love you"as he placed another kiss on her forhead Allah shukriya , Zoya I pray that I may never hurt you like this again.
Shiv Shakti
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