Hey guys! So this is something I thought of from today's episode. It's a variation of what happened at the orphanage, as well as exposing that stupid cat 😆😃 and some remakes of the scenes where Asad imagines Zoya. I thought the CV's did a really good job. But I wanted to make it a little more interactive. Hope it makes sense :) Let me know if I should continue! This is the first part. There will be at least two more parts. Possibly a fourth, depending on what I come up with and how long I make them.
Hope you like it!
INDEX:
Part 2: Page 12
Part 3: Page 23
Part 4/Epilogue: Page 33
Asad parked the 4x4 and made his way to the front door of his home. Home. He laughed ruefully. This house was no longer a home. Not since Zoya left. It was back to being a house. A structure composed of four walls and a roof, housing a group of people. His ammi and Najma were basically strangers to him in the last month. He barely spoke to either of them. His ammi barely even looked at him. Najma stil talked to him, but only when his ammi wasn't present, or when she needed something. Their lives were not only as dull as before Zoya's arrival, but even worse.
He hated the sight of Tanveer simply because it made him hate himself that much more. He didn't talk to her and shrugged off her hand whenever she put it on his shoulder. The disgust he felt at his actions was only magnified by her presence. And that in turn made him feel even more guilty. It wasn't even her fault, and he was angry at her. His ammi still held her equally responsible, but she didn't know the degree to which he had fallen as a human being and as a man. Zoya was right. He had been weak. He couldn't control his urges and for that he would curse himself for the rest of his life.
As he stepped in the kitchen area, he felt a hand on his shoulder. His first instinct was to shrug it off, thinking it was Tanveer again. But he didn't. It felt different. Familiar. He turned, and standing in front of him, was Zoya. His bubbly, chirpy and smiling Zoya. His eyes brimmed with tears. He knew it was a mirage. He knew he was imagining her. She wasn't really here. And yet he couldn't help but hope that he was wrong.
She looked at him, her smile reaching her eyes. She was dressed in the sleeveless dress he had given her, showing off her scar, proudly. He looked down at her scar, and she followed his gaze. She looked back at him and smiled again. His tears started streaming down his chiseled cheeks, as he gave her a small, sad smile back.
Zoya's hands found his face, as she gently wiped away his tears. She cupped his face, as he closed his eyes, causing another tear to roll down his cheek. Zoya pushed the fallen hair on his forehead back, and looked him in the eyes. They stayed that way for a long time. To Asad it seemed like an eternity.
And just like that, in the blink of an eye, she was gone. Asad's eyes widened, as he looked left and right. Reality dawned on him. His head and his eyes had once again deceived him. His eyes welled up with even more tears, as he relived the realization that Zoya was in fact gone. He wiped his eyes, and his tears, and made his way to his room. Sleep would evade him, he knew. But at least when he'd wake up the next morning, he'd pretend that it was all a nightmare. Be it for a millisecond, it was the only solace he could find in the last month.
As he got out of the bathroom, towel on his hips, his bare chest decorated with droplets of water from his shower, he noticed someone on the bed. Once again, Zoya was propped on the bed, her legs crossed, as she laughed at something he couldn't make out on her iPad. The scene warmed his heart.
"Ms. Farooqui, how many times have I told you to knock when you come into my room?" he roared, his voice more playful than stern. She looked up at him and he noticed her eyes grow wide.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Khan! I thought you weren't back from office yet!" Her eyes darted from side to side, as she looked everywhere but in his direction. He smirked. He walked up to her side of the bed, and kneeled in front of her, his six packs now inches from her reach.
"Do I look I that bad?" he questioned, mischievously. He forced her to look in his direction, as his finger tugged the bottom of her chin. She looked at him shyly, and both of them smiled at each other. Before they knew it they were laughing. Asad threw is head back, as he heard her melodic laugh.
But as soon as he looked in front of him, she was once again, gone. His confusion at her missing presence was soon replaced by the pain and yearning he'd been feeling the last month. This was all he had left of her. Memories, old ones, new ones he'd imagined creating with her and those he now knew would never be part of his life.
He proceeded to change, as his blood shot eyes brimmed with more tears. His pain was growing by the minute, and he knew there was nothing, no one that could soothe it. Except her. Except his Zoya.
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Zoya knelt on her prayer mat, as she prayed to Allah to give her strength. Strength to forget. Strength to move on. And most of all, strength to stop hoping that what she saw was a lie. She turned her head left, the right, with her hands in front of her face, her dupatta wrapped around her head. Once she was done, she folded the mat, prepared her sleeping mat, pillow and blanket in hand, and proceeded to sleep.
However, sleep seemed to evade her. Despite her incessant pleas to Allah, she wasn't able to suppress the memories of her Jahapana. Her eyes brimmed with tears, as all her happiest moments with him flashed before her eyes. But soon there after, all of his taunts, and angry moments did as well. And finally the night that haunted her, the night that destroyed her world's happiness. The sight of Tanveer's arm propped up on his bare chest, her head resting on his pectoral, as her hair caressed them. The thought made her sick to her stomach. Her tears started flowing, and she didn't bother stopping them. Allah only knew how much she'd cried in the last month.
She always had the knawing feeling that she was wrong. That Mr. Khan could never do that to her. That he said himself, no one could come between them. But every time her heart tried to convince her, her head retorted by conjuring up the images from that night.
Zoya sobbed quietly, as she turned to face the window in her room. She watched the moon, and silently prayed again. To forget, to move on and to be strong.
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"Jammy, Jammy, Jammy. Sorry." She chuckled. "Lekin mein tumhe nahin bata sakhti ki hamare beech kya hua. Kyun ki uss raat to kuch hua hi nahi. Tum to puri wakht behosh the." Tanveer rambled on, laughing evilly. Her plan had worked like a charm. With one notable exception. Dilshad. Somehow Dilshad no longer saw her as the innocent tezheeb yafta girl she tried to be. But she didn't pay much attention to her threats. She figured, she'd continue being a bechari and gain her sympathy, just like she did with Asad.
"Bohot jald, mein tumhe apne jaal mein pasaungi, aur banungi, Mrs. Asad Ahmed Khan." Tanveer laughed evilly one more time, before walking out of the garden, her walk concealing an air of triumph.
What she had failed to notice, was that the window next to the garden was wide open. And amidst her monologue and her triumphant ranting, she someone was privy to her lowly plans. That someone, was none other than an enraged and seething lion. A lion, named Asad Ahmed Khan.
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Asad's ears we're burning. They rang with Tanveer's despicable words.
"Bohot jald, mein tumhe apne jaal mein pasaungi, aur banungi, Mrs. Asad Ahmed Khan."
They rung in his ears on a loop, as if he was listening to a thousand nails scratching a chalk board. His friend. His best friend. The woman he trusted blindly. The woman he thought he knew better than himself. All her lies, all her odd behavior, and her irrational fear of Zoya. It all fit. Zoya...
All of Zoya's warnings, her suspicions, her snooping, her accusations all flashed before his eyes. All legitimate. She knew. She knew and she tried to tell him. He didn't trust her. He never gave her a chance to prove herself. Instead he put her down. He defended, that, that woman. How could he have been so blind? How could he not see her disgusting intentions, her cruel and dangerous plans.
Wait a minute... Her eye... she lied about it and didn't tell me until right before Zoya... OH MY GOD. YA ALLAH! Those attacks weren't directed at Tanveer, they were directed at... ZOYA! Asad's head was spinning. Too many things we're starting to fall into place, and in the worst possible way. So much had been going on under their noses, and all of them had been completely oblivious to them. All but Zoya, he thought grudgingly, as he felt a stab of guilt and remorse pierce his heart.
But... how? And when did Tanveer become so, so, so heartless!? And how long had this been going on? Asad felt his heart drop to his stomach. She wanted to marry him. To keep him away from Zoya. HIS Zoya. She was trying to trap him? But... how?
Realization suddenly dawned on him. The nikaah... that night... what Zoya saw... he cringed. But his pain was momentary, as the meaning of Tanveer's revelation sank in. I'm innocent. I, I didn't do anything. I didn't hurt Zoya like I thought I did. Tears of joy brimmed in his eyes, as he realized that his mother was right the first time. He wasn't his father. He couldn't hurt her. He couldn't. And the only reason it looked that way, was because of TANVEER.
The sound of her name made him cringe, and seethe in anger, simultaneous. All those moments when she would touch him a little more than he was comfortable with, all those times he heard her talk about knowing him, about him not loving Zoya. Putting Zoya down, creating rifts between them, getting Zoya in trouble for accusing her. All those moments made his heart break and his eyes rage with anger.
But where was Zoya now? How would he make her realize that he was innocent? How could make her see that he knew the truth? And that he would never doubt her word again, as long as he lived? He had to find Zoya first. He couldn't stand the thought of even facing Tanveer at the moment. He knew the minute she was in front of him, he would forget that she's a woman. And his priority right now, was looking for Zoya, without raising any suspicions to Tanveer that he now knew her dirty end game.
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Yes. Asad knew Tanveer's dirty intentions now. He knew that she always intended to separate Asad and Zoya. He knew that she was the cause for all their misunderstandings. And he knew that she would stoop as low as ruining people's lives for her own sick and twisted ends.
But what he was unaware of, was that while Asad had been frantically looking for Zoya, Tanveer had been on her own goose hunt. What he was unaware of, was that Tanveer was willing to go to any length to keep Zoya away from him. And that mean that she would be after Zoya's life, now more than ever.
Sooo should I continue? 😛
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