27th June, 13
Prologue
"It's been a month. Last I saw her was on the day our Nikkah was 'supposed' to take place. I couldn't even apologize to her for what all I did. What did I do? Hell, I don't even remember! Why don't I? " Asad thought, sitting alone in the dark in his lounge, quietness taken over the once so loud and happening Khan Mansion. "God, I miss her. If only I could see you just once and tell you how much I love you. If only I could look into your eyes and tell you I had no intentions of breaking your heart. If only I could hold you right now and wipe those tears off your face and tell you I didn't betray you. If only I could hear your voice just once and know that you're okay. If only I could keep you to myself forever, Zoya." Asad sat on the sofa, silently crying to himself. He wiped that lone tear off his cheek and grabbed her iPad. Entering the password 'Jahapana Six Pack, he smiled for a mere second when the tears flooded out of his eyes whilst looking at the wallpaper. He didn't need a verbal confession from her inorder to figure out how much 'she' loved him. Everything was going perfect, then what went wrong? They were so happy, literally moments before their Nikkah, then what happened? Asad couldn't figure out what exactly happened that night, the night when his world fell upside down. Every tear that slid down his cheek assured him that his love for Zoya was not that weak to have betrayed her like that and one thing he knew, he just couldn't do this to her, he couldn't do what his father did to his mother. Suddenly he felt determined. He saw hope in himself. Hope, that he didn't do what the world thought he did. He was not another Rashid Ahmed Khan. He was Asad. Dilshad's son. "I know nobody trusts me right now, Ammi hasn't spoken to me ever since. I know I have no proof of my innocence, I have no support, I don't even know how I will do this, but I have to earn my trust back in Ammi and Zoya. I'm not a betrayer. I am not a betrayer."
28th June, 13
Part 1
The Next day.
"Thanks Ayan. For being there when nobody stood by my side. Everytime." Asad lightly patted Ayan's shoulder. The first person Asad thought of who'd help him through this was his brother, who stood by him that night when his mother was alleging him for all the sins they thought he committed, whose shoulder Asad leaned on and cried the entire night when his mother shunned him off, when Zoya refused to even look at his face. Ayan needed no explanations as whether or not his Bhaijaan loved Zoya as he thought maybe him not loving her was the reason why he never showed up on his Nikkah, but he was wrong. His brother clearly loved Mona Darling way too much to have betrayed her like that. Suddenly, curiosity took over his emotional state that he already was in because of Humaira. He had told her he doesn't love her, just what she didn't want to hear, but Humaira stayed strong. "It's okay Ayan. You may not love me right now but I promise, I will make you fall in love with me. " And from that moment onwards, Humaira never bothered him, as Ayan may put. He was surprised by the level of maturity Humaira showed and how she took his confession down soberly that night. His thoughts drifted back to Asad later that night as solving his brother's problems were a bigger issue than his and that's when it clicked to him, maybe his brother needed some help even if he may not ask for it."Bhaijaan, you don't have to thank me for anything. I'd realized myself last night how troubled this situation is and maybe I could help you through this all. Bhaijaan, I trust you. I know you didn't do anything on purpose. Please tell me what happened that night? We have already taken a lot of time in digesting the fact that she's gone but there's still hope isn't it?" He had sensed what Asad was upto when he called him last night and told him he wanted to see him. "Let's not waste time anymore Bhai, lets get Mona back home!" Ayan hugged his brother. Asad was teary eyed again but this time, he wiped those tears off his face. He smiled. After years, as it seemed like.
"Dammit, I should've listened to Ammi when she told me to not leave the house alone. How much I hate myself for not doing that every thing that she'd asked me to do!" Asad banged his fist against the wall in anger as they started their brainstorming session. He was hurt because not only did he hurt Zoya, he hurt is Ammi too. Every time that he looked at her this past one month, not once did he see her smile. She wouldn't come out of her room. She'd eat there, sleep there. Najma became their messenger as Dilshad had completely blocked Asad out from her life. Often, she felt hurt, she would question herself, maybe Asad deserved one chance, to explain his side of the story but then Zoya's tear stricken face would pop infront of her eyes and bang, came back the anger. "Bhai, relax. Calm down. Don't hurt yourself, please. If you want, I can talk to Dishad Ammi and'..." Ayan consoled but was cut off the next second."No. Don't. Not now. Lets just...I'll try to remember what happened that night." With that, he avoided Ayan's plea and continued with his walk down memory lane.
"So I lock the house and walk upto my car. As soon as I sit, I see Tannu'Tannu?".With that name suddenly popping up, he gave 'that' look to Ayan.
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