To my beautiful Zoya, Love Asad
WARNING : this OS although a third person POV is about a woman who happens to come across a letter written by Asad for Zoya so don't be surprised to read two new characters. Asad and Zoya are not there in this OS in person so don't read it if you don't like it!
Sara held the vase tightly in her hands and threw it on the mirror smashing it into a thousand pieces. She swept her hands across the dressing table and all the contents came crashing down. All the while she was screaming at no one in particular.
Zayn walked inside and saw the room in a total mess. Broken glass pieces everywhere, clothes scattered on the floor, bed sheet lying near the bed in a crumpled state and Sara curled up in a foetus position in a corner of the room crying her eyes out.
"What is all this Sara?" he was flabbergasted at the condition of the room. Yes, he knew Sara was still mad about the argument they had in the morning but he didn't know she was this furious.
"A mistake! All of this is a mistake. We are a mistake!" she said, her voice cracking at the last sentence.
"If all this is about what happened this morning then I'm really sorry." He moved towards her but she moved back.
"I think we are moving too fast. I need to think things through." Saying this she ran out of the room.
"Sara where are you going?" Zayn followed her outside.
"Somewhere alone. I need to keep a clear mind to think straight and I can't do that with you hovering over me." She replied without looking back. She needed some quiet alone time without any disturbances, without any interruptions and she knew just the place.
She grabbed her coat and the keys to the big white house just across theirs.
She walked out of the house and shut the door with a bang. She crossed the street and stood outside the house. The big bungalow had been empty for many years, nobody knew what happened to the previous owners, nobody knew where they were. Sara had the spare keys of the house for the cleaners who would come once a month, the owners never bothered to show up but they were unwilling to sell it as well.
Sara unlocked the main door and walked inside the house. She walked slowly as her eyes wandered around the old worn-out house. Each and every furniture was wrapped in white sheets making the place look like one of those haunted house they showed in the movies.
The only thing that was not covered was a beautiful grand piano. The lid was closed and it was covered with dust. Sara ran her fingers along the edge. Something was inscribed on it, she wiped the dust and flashed light from her mobile to read the inscription.
"To my beautiful Zoya,
I know you will become a great pianist one day.
~ Love Asad.
She smiled and walked towards the old Victorian styled spiral staircase. She climbed the stairs to the first floor and entered the first room she saw. The door made a light creaking sound when she opened it.
The room was huge with a big four poster bed dominating the entire room. Just like downstairs everything was covered with a blanket.
She stood in front of the dressing table and something made her open the top drawer. There was a folder in there, she took it out and switched on the bedside lamp, surprisingly it was working. She sat down on the bed with the folder on her lap. A word in Urdu was imprinted on the cover.
"Zoya!" she read the word aloud. She opened the folder and emptied its contents on the bed.
There was a pile of photographs of a very beautiful young woman with jet black straight hair, almond shaped beautiful brown eyes lined with kohl and a smile that dug deep in her cheeks forming cute dimples. There were also many papers that looked like musical notes. Her gaze fell upon an envelope. She picked it up and opened it, taking out the letter from within she began reading it.
To my beautiful Zoya,
You came into my life spreading sunshine and colour in my otherwise dull, boring and gray life. You were my light, you vanished the cloak of darkness that had always surrounded me. You taught me the meaning of life, you taught me the value of family and true love. And all I ever did was push you away from me hurting you in the process.
I never thought I was capable of loving anyone. My parent's broken marriage had shattered me inside out. But you changed my mind, you changed me. Somehow you had managed to break the wall around my heart, you had managed to warm my cold heart with your love and warmth.
I was always reluctant to embrace these growing feelings inside me. I was afraid to hurt you not knowing that I was hurting you more by becoming distant to you. But you held on to me no matter what. You kept asking me to listen to my heart, the very same heart that beats for you, only for you.
You were like an angel, my beautiful angel sent from heaven only for me. If only I could realize your worth a little earlier that would have saved us from the heartbreak.
Just when I thought you would be mine forever, destiny played such cruel tricks that you had gone far away from me. You were snatched away from me because they never wanted us together. Our families tried to keep us apart and they succeeded in their evil plans. They manipulated us, they made a complete mess of our lives. I know it's a sorry excuse. We were separated because we let them manipulate us, we let them rule our lives.
I wished you'd stayed, I wish I'd stopped you from leaving me, I wish I'd been more open about my feelings, I wish I could freely express myself like you. I'm not true to my name. I'm not a lion, I'm a coward who couldn't do anything to bring you back. I'm still a coward because I know I will never post this letter. It's too late now. It's too late to apologize, too late to whisper those three words you always wanted to hear "I love you Zoya." It's too late because I have lost you and this time I've lost you forever.
You are in a place where I know you are free from all the lies, devilish plans, two-faced people, hurt, anguish and even me! This separation was slowly killing me, what I didn't know was that it had already killed you.
The news of your death had almost killed me. Your death had pushed me into the dark abyss again and this time there was no returning back from it. What happened to us? Why did our love become so weak?
No! Our love was not weak and it will never be. They say the path of true love is not so easy and ours was no exception. Now I know why love stories don't always have a happy ending. Although I wish ours had the 'happily ever after'. I've said it before I'm saying it again, this heart belongs to you and with you gone there's no reason left for me to live. No reason for this heart to continue beating.
I know you will never be able to read this letter, yet I'm writing it in the hope that if anyone reads it at least they would know about the depth of my feelings for you. We couldn't be together in this life but in some other place, some other time, some other life if we meet then I promise the first thing I'll tell you is I love you until then Good-bye Zoya!
~Love Asad
****
Sara neatly folded the letter and kept everything back in the folder then placed the folder in its former place. She had not realized it that she had been crying relentlessly all the time she was reading the letter.
She could hear Zayn's worried voice calling out to her.
"I'm here." Her voice had become hoarse due to the tears.
The door flung open, Zayn ran inside the room and took her in his arms.
"I'm so sorry baby, I didn't mean anything I said. We are not a mistake." Sara sobbed in the crook of his neck.
Zayn didn't say anything he simply smoothed her hair and tried to calm her down. He picked her up in his arms and walked out of the room and the house towards their home.
oOo
~ 8 months later ~
Sara stood in her room near the window. Zayn came and stood beside her.
"Hey can we name our baby daughter 'Zoya'?" she placed her hand on her pregnant belly. They were expecting a girl.
"ZO-YA! It's beautiful." He agreed. He pecked her lips and went to prepare the bed.
Sara looked down at her stomach and whispered,
"I'll pray to Allah every day that you find your Asad and I hope you get your 'happily ever after'!"
The End!
A/N - I don't know what is this and why is this! Although I warned u beforehand so no bashings please! Constructive criticism welcome although I know its not one of my best work. Not proof-read it!
@sohu – this is that story for which I needed a depressing song! Remember kya??
To those who are waiting for updates of my FF and SS! My FF will be updated soon. SS will take time!
Love,
Sadie!
Current Affairs
CID
4