Asad- A Soul, Tormented: completed - pg11. - Page 5

Originally posted by: MisHumptyDumpty

I will kill u i swearwaa if you dont update it today! -__-

Part 3:

Theoperation theatre was prepared by the time they reached. Asad wished Zoya had opened her eyes at least once, as they wheeled her in to the OT. His whole body was shaking with grief when they handed over her soiled clothes and her belongings, including the ring. The ring, which had been a promise of many things to her, not one of which he had kept. He had failed- to trust her judgement, to protect her. Instead, he had pushed her more and more in to danger.

Asad rested his body against the wall, as he recounted the list of Tanveer's attempts to kill Zoya.

Of course, Ayan had seen to it that Tanveer accompanied him to the hospital. He had feigned belief in her story, which was that she had been blackmailed into getting there. She had no idea about Zoya being there! Ayan had brought her by trick, to the hospital and she had come, to make sure her nemesis was gone for good.

He had also alerted the police, and Tanveer had been cornered into confession.

By then, he had not required proof. He had known that this was not an accidental attack on Zoya. It had been planned well, by some one who knew Zoya well, and knew she would walk in to the trap that was set. The only thing Tanveer had not accounted for, was the fact that Zoya would try to contact him again, despite his repeated, shameful, recoils. And that was exactly what Zoya had done. She had not called him, instead, she had called Ayan. She knew he wouldn't waste time arguing with Ayan and would get down to business. THAT WAS THE BLIND FAITH WHICH SHE HAD GONE FORWARD.

And he had been blind! Tears stung his eyes, as he remembered how he had brought death near her door over and over again. How he wished he had not brought Tanveer home. How he wished he had not extolled on her virtues, hoping to put Zoya in her place. How he wished he had not compared her with ANY ONE AT ALL in this world. Her innocence, her cheerfulness, her eagerness to help total strangers, her unselfishness- why had he been blind to all that? Asad cursed himself.

How he wished she was sitting in front of him right now, chattering on, with her mouth full of Pizza. That all this was just a bad dream!

The lift doors parted and out walked three men. One was in his thirties and the other two were middle aged. Were they here to admit a new patient? Perhaps someone had gotten very sick inside? They looked wearied, not worried.

The ICU doors opened and two nurses wheeled out a trolley...the body was covered till face... it was uncovered for the attendants. Asad could make out the frame of a young woman's face. The young man had to be physically supported by his companions, as he broke down in to a wail. His voice would never reach his loved one again. His wife?

Asad looked on, numb, as the party slowly made for the lift and disappeared from his sight.

The proximity and certainty of death jolted him. Terror seized his heart for a moment.

Death! It had its terrifying presence near Zoya all the time. He remembered the reassuring words of the doctor, "She is out of danger, Mr. Khan. We are hoping for a fast recovery." He could only hope and pray that Allah himself put those words in his mouth.

His phone rang just then. It was Zeenat Aapi. "Asad where are you? Is Zoya alright?"

"She is OK. I am just...sitting here..." (...dying my own death...)

" ...I...I am sorry. I...May be, I shouldn't have said all that just now...when..."

"No. It is alright. I...I do understand your concern...I...I will stay down here, OK? I am fine. I will let you know if there is any more news. Right now they are saying that she has settled down...All we can do is, pray for her now. "

"OK, then..."

"OK, Aapi..." He kept the phone off.

Zeenat was referring to the conversation she had with him when they had gone up to the room, after sending every one home. It was her right, and she had been very straightforward about it. She had also told him something about Zoya's past, that he had not known.

"Asad...I think it is time we had a talk. I don't want to ...lose Zoya like this...I mean, she may be alright, but I don't want this happening, again...

...Where do I start?"

She continued, after a long sigh.

" Let me tell you a little about her.

Zoya's ammi- my aapi- was orphaned as a teenager. My mother was her guardian, more of a close family friend, than a distant cousin. She met Zoya's Abbu while in college, barely out of her teens. He was a rich man from India who had come to States for higher education.It was not an alliance my parents approved of, since he had no plans of settling down there. He left for India , with promises of coming back soon, before Aapi knew she was pregnant.

When Zoya was three years old, Aapi decided to come in search of Zoya's abbu, against my parent's approval. She brought Zoya along with her stubbornly, because she blindly believed in her love. When my abbu came down in search of her, all he could trace was Zoya. The people in the Yateem Khana were told that she was an orphan and her mother was killed in a fire. They had no more information to offer. My abbu had wanted to probe further, but when he knew about the long drawn legal process in India, he simply adopted her and brought her back home. We did not want to lose her here too.

That fire- it has burned a scar into Zoya's heart, Asad. She may not remember much about her mother now. But as a child, she used to wake up with nightmares of fire and scream for her Ammi. And ever since, she has been afraid of fire.

As she grew up, she silently accepted her mother's absence, but the quest for her father- that brought her here. I was afraid that she might repeat my Aapi's mistakes. Since she was adamant about staying back in India, I had tried to get her the protective armour of a marriage- to a boy who was eager to come back and settle down in US. I thought that'd keep her from the fate that befell her mother. How I wish I had been able to convince her not to come to India.", Zeenat broke down here.

She gathered herself up quickly and continued,

"Moths get attracted to the flame, Asad. Always. It is the law of nature. I don't want to lose Zoya, the way I lost my Aapi.

I know she is attracted to you, and you are too, probably to an extent. But I have observed both of you over these days. You are not willing to give your hundred percent to her. I am not talking about the little things about her that irritate you, that is understandable for me. But TRUST- I value that a lot in a relationship... You don't trust her judgement, do you?"

Asad swallowed hard. Had they been so transparent or was it a sister's sixth sense when it came to her little sister? Zeenat continued.

"I am not angry with you, Asad. But, please think about it. She is too precious to be an experiment or a substitute or a contract or whatever you have taken her to be. She deserves far better. She is the kind of girl who...gives...her...self...", Zeenat had not completed her sentence. She had bitten her lips, and looked at Asad pleadingly with tears in her eyes, and walked away.

Now he knew why she had stood like that, staring at the fire. It was not just fear. It was a recollection of a childhood incident. She must have felt as helpless and abandoned as she did, back then.

He had taken half an hour in the room to compose himself. That included taking a bath, to cleanse the blood off his body- HER BLOOD, that had seeped in through his clothes- HER PRECIOUS BLOOD, for which he had been responsible. He had a lot of thinking to do. He had been doing that, ever since.

DID HE DESERVE ZOYA? HOW WOULD HE EVER MAKE IT UP TO HER?

Note:

This entire FF is dedicated to Ankie aka MMVI- Mangalpur madness Virus Instigator- for reasons you all know.😆

Yaay! I am so happy. I am finishing this FF today.

Superb! Can't wait to read further. Update soon!

res im in!! dea it ws faaabbb!! haaayyeee vneva i see zoya's life in danger in ny of d story I feel like kissing d riter!!seriously!! 😆

oh im in love wth ths FF!!

please continue sooon !!! n if possible please PM me!! 😃

MMVI- Mangalpur madness Virus Instigator

Is it bad that I can't seem to feel a single bout of sympathy for Asad? I mean this was wonderfully written and my heart is breaking for Zoe after hearing about her past but when it comes to feeling sad for Asad, I can't .. Instead I'm just rolling my eyes, because isn't this a ritual for him now, hurt her then regret it? It kind of becomes difficult to feel for a person when they repeatedly make the same mistake and I think I'm at a point where I just don't give a shit if Asad is hurt because quite frankly no one but himself is to blame for his misery, so why should I feel bad for him when he seems to not want to change his life around when the opportunity to do so is handed to him.

Originally posted by: LuvUAsYa

res im in!! dea it ws faaabbb!! haaayyeee vneva i see zoya's life in danger in ny of d story I feel like kissing d riter!!seriously!! 😆

oh im in love wth ths FF!!

please continue sooon !!! n if possible please PM me!! 😃

Originally posted by: MisHumptyDumpty

MMVI- Mangalpur madness Virus Instigator

kya naam hai mera haaiyeen ! Waah waah! 👏 👏 😆 😆

But this part was the THE BEST PERFECT WALA THE BEST

"Moths get attracted to the flame, Asad. Always. It is the law of nature. I don't want to lose Zoya, the way I lost my Aapi.

I know she is attracted to you, and you are too, probably to an extent. But I have observed both of you over these days. You are not willing to give your hundred percent to her. I am not talking about the little things about her that irritate you, that is understandable for me. But TRUST- I value that a lot in a relationship... You don't trust her judgement, do you?"

Asad swallowed hard. Had they been so transparent or was it a sister's sixth sense when it came to her little sister? Zeenat continued.

"I am not angry with you, Asad. But, please think about it. She is too precious to be an experiment or a substitute or a contract or whatever you have taken her to be. She deserves far better. She is the kind of girl who...gives...her...self...", Zeenat had not completed her sentence. She had bitten her lips, and looked at Asad pleadingly with tears in her eyes, and walked away.

i mean PREFECT ISSEY KEHTEY HAI. you make me wish soo hard, i so badly want this part to be there in the show. Cause the pathos, the irony the pain everything is just App-laudable ! 👏 👏

p.s. seriously my fav fiction to me? SERIOUSLY?

Originally posted by: --starstruck--

mangalpur madness virus instigator? Ahahaha a very apt name for ankie! Lovely SS cnt w8 for d nxt part!