Zoya knew the truth about Tanveer, after their trip to Ajmer even Asad got wind of what Zoya believed to be the truth about his childhood friend but yet again he didn't trust her, "enough with your childhood games Ms. Farooqui, her life and past does not concern you, why do you constantly interfere in everyone's business, why can't you let it be? Why do you need to play detective all the time? Look what happened with Tanu now she's bed ridden because of your foolish childish antics? Tanveer wouldn't have been in this devastating state if not for you. Why did you come here? Why are you a part of my life? I wish I had never met you Ms. Zoya Farooqui!" Asad blurted out to a grief stricken Zoya, everything played back in her mind, all Tanveer's lies, her stoned eye every dirty trick she played to get Asad, and tears flowed down her face as she remembered Tanveer's stinging words "you may have gotten mehendi, but your wedding will never happen, that's my promise", and here she stood in front of the man she felt different around, the man that made her feel safe happy that took her pain away, telling her he wished she never came into his life. He turned and he walked away hearing her faint voice "Mr. Khan Yahi saca hai" with tears flowing down her face he slammed the door. A weak and helpless Zoya fell to the ground everything was gone all her trust in him the trust she thought he had in her was gone in that few moments before she lost it all, his stinging words hit her heart over and over, every molecule of her body and soul pained her at his harsh words "I wish I had never met you Ms. Zoya Farooqui".
Zoya slowly got off the floor and headed to her cupboard, she pulled out her suitcase and ripped down her clothes from her cupboard and threw them in her bag, tears fell everywhere, her eyes were bloodshot, and she could barely see throw the tears that formed every minute in them. She made her bed, cleaned up her messes, when she was finished it seemed as if no one was ever present in the room, and that's what he wanted didn't he, she sat down and she began writing, she wrote three letters that night, one for her Phupi, her Jahapanha and her Aapi. Zoya waited till all the lights were off that night, as she grabbed her ipad, phone and luggage and headed for the front door. "this is wrong and I know it is Allah, but I cannot bare to say goodbye cause I will never be able to say it, she ran up the stairs silently and pushed the letter under Phupi's door with a silent tear falling off her red cheeks, she went to Najma's and pushed the letter meant for her Aapi under her door with a note, and her final stop was at Asad's door, she placed her hand in a cuff ready to knock but she slowly stopped herself, she placed her hand gently on his door and stooped down and pushed the letter under. She got up and she grabbed up her stuff, she turned and looked at the house that gave her beautiful memories for her short stay, yet more pain that she had ever endured, yet she never felt alone,for the last time, she knew that no one could bring her back this time, she turned and she walked out of the mansion that gave her love, friendship a ammi hope grief yet everything her heart ached for was fulfilled and now she was leaving it forever.
Zoya caught the first rickshaw and stopped at the nearest hotel. She booked her room, got in and dropped on the bed "Zoya what did you do? How can you leave your Aapi a letter? I can't face her, after this Allah, I can't bear to see her face and her disappointment when she finds out the truth, please give her the strength to forgive me one day for all the pain that I am causing her, and Dilshad Phupi Allah only you know how much I love her and Najma and Mr… Tanveer won, he should of tursted me, I was right I was right" Zoya sighed, as tears continued flowing down her face, she curled up on the bed, hugged her knees tightly as she fell asleep with tears. Asad turned and twisted as his words haunted his existence "I wish I had never met you Ms. Zoya Farooqui. Why are you apart of my life?" he raised up with his face covered in perspiration, he couldn't come to terms with what he had said to her, he was angry, angry of what she did the accusations, that was his best friend they grew up together she would never hurt them like that, "but would Zoya make it all up" "I shouldn't have yelled at her, what did I do? Idiot emotionally challenged. Allah im so sorry for the way I behaved with her, in the morning I promise I will make things right" Asad thought as he looked at the clock that read 4:16a.m. He finally caught some sleep. The sun rays pierced through his windows, and hit his face, his eyes cringed up as the sun glowed on him. "go away please, leave, five more minutes" Zoya voiced from her bed, she couldn't get up she felt drained, "Room service madam" a voice called out from in the hallway, Zoya jumped out of the bed remembering pieces of what happened the night before the accusing, the accident, the yelling, packing writing the leaving. "ek minute, im coming" she yelled back, she rushed to the door, and a young lady with a bright smile greeted her with a tray of food and well brewed coffee from the smell, and a plane ticket tucked neatly at the corner of the tray. "Good morning maam, this is your breakfast and coffee, plane ticket and your bill". "ticket?" "ji maam, your ticket for your flight this evening, you requested the 1:00p.m. flight to new York" "thanks let me just grab my wallet" Zoya quickly paid for everything, ate quietly as pieces of the night before flooded back into her brain, and tears began to flood her eyes once more.
Asad got up, stretched he moved off his bed "I need to apologize and quickly", he was slowly walking to his bathroom when the piece of white paper lying on the floor caught his eye. His direction turned he walked and picked it up. Labeled on the envelope "Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan". Asad looked baffled he opened it,
Dear Mr. Khan,
I am truly sorry for the pain that I have caused you and your family, yahi sacha hai. This would no longer happen, as our nikaah was nakli no matter how real we tried to pretend, it was always nakli and last night I found out what matters the most to you and I respect you for that, and I don't blame you for placing your family and your friendships first. Thank you for everything allah hafiz. Please assume that we had never met.
Respectfully,
Z.Farooqui
Asad dropped the letter, completely shocked. Phupi found hers and she opened it,
Dearest ammi,
My heart breaks a million times by saying this to you in this letter, but I know that if I was to say it face to face you would never let me leave. When I first came here I felt alone, but after I moved into your home I felt as if I had belonged, it felt as if I was finally home after a long time. But nothing last forever, last night I am truly sorry for what I did, this is not my family and I shouldn't have interfered please forgive me for the embarrassment that I caused you and your family. I love you and Najma a lot and that's why I had to write it ammi. This wedding is not what Mr. Khan wants or needs, you may have seen something between us, but ammi it was just that "something" never said never expressed. Mr. Khan is better off without me, and so is your family, I love you all and I am truly sorry, but I have caused too much pain to Mr. Khan and his friend and I can't bear to see him angry at me or sad because of his dhost, by the time you finish I would already be on my way back to New York. Please Muhje marv kar deje ammi? Give Najma a hug and kiss and tell her im sorry aswell, and I will always love you all.
Your daughter,
Zoya (I love you)
Phupi rushed out her room and found Najma standing still as if she saw a ghost, she shook her ''Najma? Najma? Beta what happened?" "Ammi she's gone, heee…her things aren't in her room?" "Phupi rushed down the stairs and ran into her room to find Asad standing there looking as if he was a lost kid in a forest. "Asad what happened? Why? Where is she? ?" Asad looked at his mother with tears in his eyes, "Ammi she left a letter for Zeenat ji" Najma with tears streaming down her face, as Phupi and Najma hugged tightly and sobbed slowly. The doorbell rang same moment, it was Zeenat, she walked in, and she knew something was wrong, "Dilshad bi, what is wrong? Zoya where is she? She messaged me and asked me to meet her here. Is something wrong?" Dilshad Asad and Najma looked on as Zeenat face grew tense with each unanswered minute. She came closer to them as Dilshad remove the letter from Najma's grip and handed it to Zeenat. "Aapi" inscribed on the front
Dear Aapi,
You raised me, never to run away but here I am again, running away leaving you in this mess, but Aapi I couldn't stay where I am not wanted any longer, don't blame them it was me, I decided to get married to Mr. Khan all on a false pretense because Phupi was ill, she thought what was happening was real but it was nakli everything was nakli all you saw between us was nakli. I left booked the first flight out, please this is the last time I run I promise you from the bottom of my heart I didn't mean to play with your feelings like this but Dilshad Phupi was really unwell and when we decided to say we would marry she started feeling better, Aapi you know how much I care for you, you are my own ammi. I promise you that when you return I will marry the first person you pick, no questions asked, I promise you. And I'm truly sorry again Aapi.
Your daughter
Zoya.
She read out loud, with tears brimming her eyelids, Dilshad hugged her tightly and Najma soon joined in as Asad stood in the back and looked on in disbelief as if he wanted someone to wake him up from this nightmare. Tanveer lurked through her door, as she heard and saw everything unfold, she smirked evilly as she sat back on her bed and called Raziya "it's done, she's gone for good" "I hope so" Raziya smirked at her end of the line. Zoya went through security with her earphones plugged into her ears, and she was distant all she heard was "I wish I never met you" echo over and over in her head. Anger is an emotion that mostly brings out the worse in everyone, and sadly enough not many know how to tackle anger graciously nor do they know how to deal with themselves when it takes over. And also as we all know that words once spoken cannot be taken back and especially the ones said in anger, there can never be an undo button for that and one should realize that specially when those words spoken are hurtful and brutal- then those words are simply not a mistake, they act as weapons that unleash the blunder that otherwise needed no reason to occur. And that's what happened Asad was angry at her and he lashed out so deeply that she took each word to heart, "you can assume that we never met" rang through his entire being as he stood emotionless behind Phupi Zeenat and Najma . "everything was nakli, did she really mean it" Asad pondered as he saw three woman break down in complete sorrow over their friend, bahu and daughter. "I was angry I said things I shouldn't have but that didn't give her the right to leave, did it?" Asad said to himself, Asad grabbed his keys and ran out the door "youre not leaving Zoya" he whispered as he jumped into his SUV and drove off with speed.
"Passengers of flight 193 non-stop to John F. Kennedy international airport, your check in is at gate number 9 please start thank you" the voice disappeared, Zoya eyes were sinked into her face, she looked terrible, "im leaving and he can pretend that we never met, im sure he's really happy, and Phupi and Najma and Aapi how I wish I could explain to them face to face" she thought as she got off her seat and joined the line to pass through the scanners. Asad rushed through the airport doors, and ran up to the ticket counter, maam please help me, my fianc she's on one of these flights please help me stop her, I need to stop her, she cannot leave. The attendant looked at Asad with bewilderment, his face showed genuine sadness and greif, "sir your fianc name?" "Zoya..Zoya Farooqui" the attendant checked it up and gave him a ticket for the flight "sir you have 15minutes before the plane takes off, they are already boarding. Asad took off with a speed, but he was stopped at every security terminal to reach the boarding area, he looked at his watch as the fifteen minutes were about to be over, and he was at his last checkpoint. As he passed through he was stopped by attendants who informed him that flight 193 took off 5 minutes ago, he missed it.
"Najma, Phupi I miss you all so much" Zoya screeched into her mini pink ipad, the tall buildings created a beautiful background for her skype chat with her Phupi and best friend. "how are you Zoya?" "mai teek ho Phupi and you, how is your health?" "mai teek ho beta healthy and strong cause im coming over for your wedding" "really Phupi, seriously you re coming, bahut excited and khush right now" Zoya face flushed with pink she couldn't believe that after four months she was going to see her Phupi and Najma. "but Zoya the lardka is from india right? You know him? What does he look like how come youre marrying over there and not here?" "Najma honestly I don't even know his name, but aapi assured me that he is from a well mannered home and he had some work to get done over here so we would marry here as he barely has family in india and all mines are here he's just flying out his ammi and sister to witness the ceremony" "are you happy?"Dilshad Phupi asked with a straight face "Phupi come on im bahuta khush im getting to see you and Najma and Mr. Kha…after so long I cannot wait so excited, well Phupi got to go, allah hafiz, I love you Najma takecare and see you all in two days." Allah hafiz beta love you, bye Zoya" Dilshad and Najma. It was four months and everything subsided, Zoya's home in new York was tense her Aapi was angry with her for long she didn't speak to Zoya for days, until she heard her crying and shouting Ammi bachao ammi bachao!! That night Zeenat gave in to her emotions she couldn't leave her baby like that she ran into her room and consoled her that was two months after Zoya left india. Dilshad and Najma didn't return Zoya's calls either, until after 3 weeks of her leaving, Asad didn't say much, work home dinner breakfast he was back in his same routine. He missed everything, her laughter her shyayira's he nagging her smile, he couldn't stand being separated but he was and it was all because of him believing his friend. One month had passed, when Asad was carrying out the trash, when something fell from the bottom of the bag, he stooped down and picked it up "prescribed brown contact lenses "Tanveer Singh". "Mr. Khan she has the stone eye please believe me yahi sacha hai" he remembered Zoya's stinging words, Asad face flushed with red, he threw the bag into thr garbage holder and walked briskly back to the house. Within one week Asad knew the truth about Tanveer, and her schemes, he threatened her immensely and threw her out, "get out you witch, get the hell out" Asad yelled as he threw Tanveers luggage out his home, and pushed her out the door "I never want to see your face ever again understand, and don't you dare say anything u lying conniving excuse of a woman." Asad kicked her out completely, the truth was out in the Khan household, Phupi and Najma came to terms with what had taken place and why Zoya had left but Asad still couldn't comprehend what he had done to her, he knew that he could never ask her forgiveness. Dilshad and Zeenat began talking regularly, and both knew that their children were miserable. Three months had passed in each household, "Zoya I have found a suitable husband for you, and do you want to know his name, see his picture?" "Aapi like I said whoever or whomever you choose is fine with me, on my wedding day I will know his name when the maulwi saib nnounces our rishta ok" Zoya said with a slight smile. "Asad I have found a perfect lardki for you, she lives abroad but her family is well cultured, she respects herself and her religion and she loves her family more than herself" "Ammi please not th…" "nahi Asad you will get married and that is final" "her name is ..Ms.." "ammi no need, nor do I need to see a picture if you have chosen her then im sure she's exquisite just like you" Asad leaned in and hugged his ammi. Rituals were performed, and four days away from her wedding. "no running this time kiddo last lap and final one be that" she smiled as she walked down the staircase, for her mehendi ceremony, flashes rushed back into her as she had performed this ceremony not too long ago, and how everything was perfect but it didn't last, a tear fell from her face, but she quickly wiped it away and smiled brilliantly as she heard Phupi compliment her on her attire. She rushed towards her almost pushing Phupi off her own two feet. Phupi, Najma, when did you all reach, why didn't you all tell me? As she hugged them with joy. Every part of her being hoped for him, her eyes scanned every male face present but she saw no one, just empty faces with no memories.
Mehendi was applied on her hands and feet and the letter written, "A". All met up the following day, for lunch, even Asad Ahmed Khan, Zoya Farooqui and there respective family members. It was the first time since Zoya ran away, she saw or heard Asad, when she would call he would make himself distant, never ever catching a glimpse of him. She heard his deep husky voice "Ammi, Najma this way" Zoya,s heart started beating faster, she stopped dead in her tracks as she caught his gaze. They shared a moment until Zeenat and Anwar pushed Zoya slightly to continue walking. Lunch was a quiet affair non on the families talked of either son or daughter being married, nor did Zoya or Asad mention it. Zoya still didn't know what had taken place with Tanveer so she asked curiously "how is Tanveer doing with all of you all over here?" Asad choked on his water, as Phupi Zeenat Anwar and Najma looked at Asad and then Zoya with Phupi "she left a few weeks after you Zoya, her life turned around for the better right Asad?" Asad hesitated to answer at first but then he saw her face, the hurt and betrayal "nahi ammi, Ms. Farooqui you were right and she was wrong I kicked her out a few weeks after you came back here" "Zoya looked around her confused, "were they all lying to me?" "jut Mr. Khan jut…Tanveer hasn't left and why would she, she loves you and you love her right isn't she your childhood friend why would you believe me?" Zoya said with a soft harsh voice as she pulled the napkin down and walked out the restaurant, Asad got up to go after her, but Zeenat stopped him, "let her go, she'll be fine" asad took his seat.
That night neither of them could sleep, she saw him he saw her he spoke she yelled softly, tomorrow they were both going to be married to different people yet no one knew not even their families shared the occasion with each other. Asad knew he was about to enter a marriage made by his ammi and Zoya was no longer being forced it was her decision and she wasn't going to run. Not this time. After pacing up and down he found her number in the us and called her "hello, hello…" she answered softly, "Asalam wailaikum" the voice made her shiver "walaikum salaam"Zoya replied easily, "please Ms Farooqui I am sorry for everything, I am really truly sorry, I didn't believe you when I should have even though u placed so much belief in me, I just want to ask you for one thing something I thought I would never do but seeing you today I need to ask it of you muhje marv kar deje Zoya?" a shockwave went through Zoya's body every part of her shook, "youre starting a new chapter tomorrow Zoya its time you let everything go from your past" her Aapi's words resounded in her mind "I forgive you Asad, I forgave you long ago, I just never forgave myself for leaving like that, I know I hurt you all especially amm..phupi and I need forgiveness for that and only you can give me that so I can live in peace Asad please?" as tears flowed doen both their cheeks "you are forgiven Zoya please let it go,ammi loves you and that's what's important." "Zoya…why are you awake?" "going to sleep now Aapi just getting some fresh air, goodnight" "Goodnight Zoya"…"goodnight Mr. Khan allah hafiz takecare of yourself and ammi and Najma" "allah hafiz Ms Farooqui and you aswell. They both hung up and headed for bed, sleep overtook them both and before they knew it the morning sun was already upon them. Asad quickly got dressed, in her sherwani and left for the girlside. The barade arrived, and Zoya looked more beautiful than ever, she descended the staircase decked down from head to toe, with her sideways sirbandi and her jumka earrings, that lead a chain to her nosering, her hands covered in beautiful henna designs with the letter "A" she was to busy to notice, her bridal wear was red with golden beads and threads that made it look even more exquisite, her face flushed pink, her feet decorated with mehendi designs that looked bahuta beautiful, they placed her to sit down, as the veil was brought up, neither of them knew what fate had in store, Asad Ahmed Khan nor Zoya Farooqui could have understood what happened and how. The maulwi began recitations from the holy Quran and then he asked each "Asad Ahmed Khan do you qubool hai Zoya Farooqui?" unable to hear her name her remembered his promise to his ammi "Qubool qubool qubool hai" "Ms. Zoya Frooqui do you qubool hai Asad Ahmed Khan" …again she could not hear his name nor could he hear hers but she promised no running "qubool qubool qubool hai" mubarcko Mrs.Khan Mubaracko Zeenat. "now the mother of the groom will take her bahu's hand and lead her out to meet her husband, and the Mother of the bride will take her Damada sasurala valo? hand and lead him to his wedded wife. Zoya turned as she felt the hand hold her, she looked in shock as she saw dilshad Phupi with tears of joy holding her hand, she raised up immediately "Phupi tum? What?how?" Asad turn towards his future mother in law and saw a familiar face "Aapi tum? Where is she?" "she standing there with her ammi waiting for her husband" zeenat smiled softly at a teared up Asad while she pointed at Dilshad Phupi and Zoya standing at the centre of the hall. She held his hand and motioned him towards his Bibi. Asad smiled as he saw Zoya who looked deep into his eyes, as he approached her they both remembered everything, her time spent with them in india every moment spent together and every painful moment spent apart and now they had their entire lives tied to one another they were more than happy, with tears she smiled at him "finally huh" and she chuckled and elbowed him in the ribs, he placed his hand around her and said "I love you Zoya. "I love you jahapanha." Everyone congratulated them, and Dilshad and Zeenat were the last to speak to them, "Zoya mere bacha hai and I know when you are miserable,Asad completed you and you knew it but your stubbornness is one thing I cannot take from you so this was the way I love you and I want you to be happy understand" Zeenat kissed her forehead as she hugged them and left, "Asad mere beta hai, you love this misfit because even though she doesn't fit in anywhere she fits in your heart, and no mother can watch their child suffer because of a mistake ok , and Zoya no leaving again your are mine now understand my daughter my bahu my child she kissed them both, as they entered the car, "babhie babhie rukhiye, congratualtions babhie and bhaijan mubaracko Najma yelled as she ran down to meet them she rushed intime to give them a slight hug and kiss Zoya on her cheeks before they were off. "Zoya I lo.."I know Mr. Khan I love you." She leaned into his embrace as Asad kissed her her gently on her forehead, as they drove off on their wedding day.
The end :D
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