NEW FF: Memories- A Tug of War (Chapter7, Page35) - Page 5

Originally posted by: Enchantress

Yes yes yes.. You need to continue this.. Perfect.. Will elaborate the review after exams.. Will just say I enjoyed reading it...

Dee

Dee,
Thank you beautiful! Yess I will patiently wait for your review.
I'm glad you liked it though! Much love,

Mojo

Originally posted by: little.princess

Hey the story line is fabulous.. Love ur writing.. Eagerly waiting 2 see how Asad is gonna redeem himself.. Loved Dilshad and Zoya's friend..

Update the next part soon and plz PM me..:)

Aww thank you so much. I'm glad you lied it. Will defo PM you with future updates :)

Originally posted by: Rarepearl

Oh God dis is sooo good. it was heart wrenching to read asad's state after Zoe left him. its his fault always but its so painful seeing him cry for her. Dilshad is a sweetheart, she always helps Asad wid his complexes but beta doesn't get anything in his head. I hope he tries whole hearedly dis time. waisey, Asad n all think she's back in NY, isn't it?

I like da guy Ray, he's sweet n caring. I wish him luck in teaching da dumbest lover Asad a lesson or two for hurting Zoe.

lets see how dis project paves way for them to be together.

cont soon dear n plz don't write short ones thinking we'l like it or not. believe me dere needs to a love button on our QH forums, cox u guys r exceptionally talented.

love.

Heyyheyy beautiful,
Although my original plan and this FF was about torturing him, it's killing mee! I hate seeing him upset! Yess he has, i mean will change wholeheartedly, it'll take some time to blindy trust her though Tanveer's jhatka should do that ;)
Aww thank you di, it means a lot! It has made me smile, longer updates next time,
Much love,
Mojo

loved the update..but pls don't create a love triangle with asim or anyone else...

I am in physical pain waiting for the next update LOL. Okey now I'm being melodramatic but pwease update soon <3

tis is really great...

Sorry for such a late update, I've been so busy… not even had time for myself. I written this in an hour in a rush to update. Usually nothing ever happens in my life, but when it does I don't have time for anything! *sigh* And I think my inspiration is on a holiday too, my mind was blank! LOOL, sorry Teddy for giving you physical pain, I hope this eases it; next one will be better promise.
Once again, thank you so much for your wonderful support; I love each and every one of you!

Chapter 2

'I'm going, away from you and your selfish world!'
He fell forward and hit the window as he watched the images of the door slamming shut behind her retreating figure.
Asad sighed as he buried his face into his hands,

'Why is this so hard?' He questioned himself unable to bear the pain his heart is giving him. He was yet to witness the extent of the damage he had done to her, because if he knew, he would never complain about being in pain ever again.

'Jammy' someone called, Asad turned around to see Tanveer.

'If you trust her so much, if you love her so much, if you can't live without her then why don't you marry her' her voice echoed in his ears again, her words loud and clear.

'Nahi!' he yelled mentally as he felt the ring hit his face, she had taken it off and thrown it at him. The physical hit from the small ring, was so sharp that it pierced through him as his body stood rooted to the same spot with a blank expression on his face.

Asad looked up at Tanveer, she put her hand forward to get his attention, but he stepped and walked around her,

'I have some work Tanveer, anything important?' He asked without looking at her. What was he doing? Why didn't he let her touch him, why did he feel like someone else's amanat today? Why did it feel like if she touched him, he would be tainted as his loyalty lies with only one girl; Zoya. But this was his best friend, the girl he consoled yesterday by hugging her, holding her, why does this feel so wrong today?

'I just wanted to see if you're okay, I'm sorry Jammy if I was there I wouldn't have let all that happen... It's my fault you should've called me, I wasn't that uncon-' she smirked,

'Koi baat nahin, it's fine' he assured her before walking out of the room.

'Jammy I-' she turned around to see him gone; her insides were doing a victory dance. It was time for her to put her final plan into action.
'Thank you Zoya, dil se bol rahi hoon' She smiled widely.

'Jeeju please?' Asad begged,

'No sorry Asad, even I can't help you today. Woh meri bachi hai, I would never betray her!' Anwar refused to say anything to Asad and put the phone down,

'Jee-' the line went dead. Asad feeling helpless collapsed back on the bed next to his Ammi. He put his elbows on his knees as he breathed into his hands brushing his hair backwards, rubbing his face up and down. Dilshad caressed his hair trying to calm him down,

'Koi baat nahin, I think you should go to New York...' She suggested,

'Ammi I can't leave you and go like this' Asad shook his head, 'One minute, haa Prasad... What, what wait...' He looked at his mother with wide eyes and then he smiled, 'She's still in India? Shukriya, haan I'll call you, byeee' Asad was ecstatic as he turned to look at his mother, he picked his legs up on the bed and held her by the shoulders; OCD flew out of the window.

'Ammi she's still in India... I can't belie- Where could she be?' He frowned yet again as he composed himself, 'she must be alone, ya Allah kis haal mein hogi?'

'Don't worry beta, agar yeh baat pata chali hai, jaldi woh bhi mil jayegi' she assured him,

'Haan haan' laughed Najma as she walked past the door towards her room. Asad turned to look at his mother and narrowed his eyebrows, why was she grinning?

'Kya?' He asked impatiently,

'She's the solution to all your problems…' Dilshad smiled before walking out of the room.

'Najma can I come in?' He knocked on her half open door as he heard her giggling on the phone to someone. He was glad to see her so happy after all these days. She too was torn after her best friend left her, Najma begged and pleaded helplessly however Zoya gave her a promise, Najma had stepped back that very moment. That moment he felt like all his hopes had crumbled down into a million pieces. Asad went into a sudden shock; he couldn't react to his sister's cries.

'Okaay I'll talk to you later, Pakka in two days, take care bye!' and with that she hung up. She turned towards the door calming herself down,

'Jee bhaijaan, kya hua?'

Asad took slow steps into her room and stood in front of her. He didn't know what to say, he held her by the shoulders getting her to sit down on the bed, he kneeled on the floor in front of her as he held her hands in his,

'Najma, I'm sorry for everything' He apologised, he put his hand up to stop her from asking any questions, 'because of me you had to lose your best friend,' he looked into her eyes, Najma looked at him with teary eyes, why is he making her remember that horrible day? She wiped the tears off,

'It's okaay bhaijaan' her voice broke,

'No I'm really sorry, kya tum apne bhaijaan ko khabi maaf kar sakte ho?' He begged,

'Koi baat nahin bhaijan, it's okaayy' she gave him a half smile.

His hands tightened around hers, she looked into his pleading eyes, trying to forget the pain of losing her sister, her best friend, that too because of her own brother. His harsh words had pulled at her insides; she won't dare imagine what Zoya actually went through. But how does she stay angry at her brother? The one who taught her to walk, the one who taught her to talk, the one who brought her up. The brother who gave her a new life hurt the one who taught her to actually live that life. She closed her eyes and pressed out the fresh set of tears that were brimming in her eyes.

'Bhaijaan, it's okaay' she breathed out as she slowly opened her eyes, she nodded at him to reassure him…

'Thank you tamater' he caressed her cheek, 'could you do me one more favour?' He looked at her helplessly,

'Kya?' Najma asked in her typical baby headshake,

'Kya tum bata sakte ho Zoya kahan hain?' He said nervously trying out his new found luck,

'Mujhe pata-'

'I know you know Tamater, she would definitely stay in touch with you... Tamater please I need to ask for forgiveness from her' he begged her, Najma shot to her feet and turned her back towards him,

'I'm sorry bhaijaan, I don't know' she lied defensively,

'Tamater please, ek baar?' He got up and stared at her back, 'please help your brother just this once'

'I'm sorry bhaijaan, I don't want to break her trust' she turned around and looked into his eyes; I won't let you hurt her again. Asad winced for second; trust. He admired their relationship and cursed himself for not being able to live up to anyone's expectations, he hurt his every relation.

He took slow steps towards her door and stopped for a moment as he held the side of the door with both of his hands,

'Mujhe tumhare dost se pyaar ho gaya hai Tamater' he said softly, 'mujhe use tumhare bhabie bana ke vaapas laana chahta hoon' He paused as Najma swiftly turned on her feet to look at her brother, 'Mein janta hoon mein uski layak nahin hoon, lekin phir bhi mujhe unse ek baar yeh mohabbat izzhaar karna hain. Mein maafi ke layak nahin hoon, lekin phir bhi maafi mangna chahti hoon' his voice cracked for a moment, 'if she doesn't forgive me, at least humaare beech mein jo bhi tha woh bahar samne ajayegi. Please give your brother a chance to redeem himself, one chance... Only if you think he's worth that chance. Mujhe ek call kardena... Tumhare bhai humesha tumhare karzdaar rahega' he walked out of the room leaving a teary Najma behind.

'Hello, Mr Miah?' Asad anwered his phone as he tried holding himself together...

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'Good morning Ray!' greeted a cheery Zoya as she walked out of her room feeling fresh as ever.

'Good morning-' he looked up and whistled, 'beautiful' he shot her a huge smile. Zoya blushed,

'Wow wow wow wow!' He breathed out as he admired her up and down, 'kisi ko marna hai kya aaj?' He joked,

'Mr Gupta koh' she tried punching him,

'That contract is definitely yours!' He rested his hand under his chin and stared at her in a dreamy manner. She was dressed to kill; her white chiffon blouse tucked into her black skinnies. Her hair was half tied up with loose curls by her sides. She had some pearl studs on and her hand was adorned with some multi coloured chunky bangles; she always loved to add a bit of colour to her outfit. She wore a pair of high beige heels and her beautiful smile. Her make-up was neutral as usual making her face glow more than ever.

'Zoya, you look hottt!' He smiled like an idiot,

'Stop it Raaayy! You're making me feel conscious!'

'Pata nahi kyun, only you can get away with wearing clothes like this despite Asim's "formal wear code"' he quoted, 'I'm glad after almost 2 years, you've gone back to this look' he smiled at her.

'Asim ko gholi maaro yaar, he could never stop me from wearing whatever I wanted... Akhir asset designer hoon' she shrugged her proud shoulders as she put the kettle on.

'Haiii, they were expecting a geek computer whiz, in exchange they're receiving YOU! Anyways' he pulled her to face him, 'Congrats HoD + Manager!' he saluted her,

'And you too' she saluted back. They were both going to be joint managers leading the designs department in the Pune office, 'anyways we're going to be late, hurry up!'

'We ARE late!' He shouted startling Zoya,

'Whaaat' Zoya ran for her bag and folders, 'let's go!' She shot through the door leaving an amused Rayhan behind.

'Aheeem' he coughed fixing his grey waistcoat, 'you didn't tell me how I look?' He nudged her as they entered the office. Zoya was too nervous to even reply, he nudged her harder,

'Whaat? You look dashing as always' she looked at him and pulled at his arms to make him face her, 'aur aaj ek bhaandar ke tarah bhi lag rahe ho!' she smiled as she wiped a bit of sauce off his chin. 'Chalo, puri department ko brief karna hain'

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He entered the office with a heavy heart; he wasn't up for this meeting. All he wanted to do was look for Zoya. He walked up to the receptionist with his assistants,

'Meeting with Mr Ali?' He asked nicely, the receptionist nodded as she led them into the conference room, this meeting was less formal than his other ones. He sighed as he remembered one of his close associates Mr Miah asking him to join his team in discussing his new project before signing the contract, being so close to him, he just could not refuse. The project sounded interesting, it would benefit his company he assured himself.

'Sir please have a seat, there's still quite some time for the meeting. I will just send in the refreshments…' she smiled before walking off. He looked at his beeping phone; he opened the message and smiled breathing a sigh of relief,

'Thank you Tamater' he whispered before walking into the room and sitting on the main head chair. He looked around the room; everything was less gloomy as his heart celebrated his first step towards Zoya. So she was in Pune? At least she was in India, he was anxious to get this meeting over with so that he could go look for her, where? He didn't know. His assistants sat down next to him as they patiently waited for everyone to arrive; this is what happens when you arrive too early for a meeting. The meeting could be in another country, he would always get there earlier than expected. He got up as he heard everyone walking in, he greeted them shaking their hands as they apologised for keeping him waiting.

'Mr Khan two more minutes, our new head will be here, she's just briefing the new team' one of them said to Asad, he nodded before sitting down and getting engrossed into his phone. He turned his chair to the side as he played about with it trying to message Prasad for more details on Zoya.

Rayhan walked in and greeted the contractors, he waited near the door as Zoya came rushing inside,

'You fat crap! Here's your coffeee' she hit him with the folders and marched towards the projector feeling all flustered, no breakfast and then this stress; she felt faint. He chuckled before sitting on his chair and sipping on his coffee. She fussed as she tried setting up the designs on the projector finally turning around and staring at the members of the meeting chatting away. She breathed out trying to calm her nerves; she put her hand to her chest trying to slow her racing heart.

'Aheeem' she coughed softly trying to get their attention, especially Mr Gupta who had his back towards them all, Rayhan smiled widely showing her all his teeth. She rolled her eyes at her annoying friend who was supposed to be up there with her helping her,

'Shall we start?' She said a bit louder to get their attention; she looked down at the papers on the table as her hand fussed with the remote for the projector. She grabbed the remote for the lights in her other hand,

She looked up, 'I'm Zoya Farookie, taking over from Ray- erm erm Ray' her voice cracked as she broke into a coughing fit. She closed her eyes opening them slowly to look into his eyes, as he longingly looked into hers…

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There you go. God knows how it is.

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