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Originally posted by: madhvi4gurti
awesome update as usual dr!!!
loving how the story is shaping!!!Poor Dilshaad..i hope she gets better n zoya signing as mrs khan doesnot create any problem...specially for Asad!!! (uske gusse ka to sab ko pata hai!!!)eager for the next update!
Originally posted by: Prem4everRamsha
Eeep. Loved this part!
I'm sure there is a lot in store for them in the next update!
Do update soon, and please send me a PM when you do, I did not get one for this update! :(
Love,
Ramsha
PART 22
Dushmano Me Bhi Dost Milaa Karte Hai?
Kaanto Me Bhi Phool Khila Karte Hai?
Humko Kanta Samajh Kar Chod Na Dena?
Kaante Bhi Phoolon Ki Hifazat Kiya Karte Hai
(anon)
"Najma, I need to tell you something." Zoya stood up and placed her arm around Najma.
"Kya hua Zoya?" Zoya's body language frightened Najma, "ammi ko kuch hua tho nahin?"
"Najma," Zoya glanced towards the ceiling to muster courage, "they had to take phoophi in for surgery."
"Surgery?" Najma's jaw fell to her knees; she felt her heart sink to her shoes, "kyun? Kya hua ammi ko? Batao Zoya!"
"Calm down tamatar," Zoya walked with her to the corner of the waiting room. She helped her sit down on one of the built-in seats, "phoophi ke brain mein ek swelling ho gayi hai. Shayad wahin infection hai. jiski wajah se unhein bukhaar aa raha hai. They need to remove the swelling warna----" Zoya lowered here eyes.
"Warna kya?" Najma's hands were trembling.
Zoya cupped Najma's face with her palms, "you need to be strong tamatar. Phoophi ko kuch nahin hoga. She is getting the best care available here."
"Lekin yeh sab itni jaldi kaise ho gaya? Bhaijaan bhi nahin hain yahan. I am so scared Zoya." She started bawling.
Zoya hugged and comforted her as best as she could, "I just spoke to Mr. Khan." Even though, she tried to act calm, she was a disarray of nervous emotions on the inside.
Najma pulled back; her face lit up, "bhaijaan wapas aa rahe hain?"
"Nahin Najma. The Naval staff informed me that he has been assigned an important mission. Wo abhi nahin aa sakte."
"What? You are lying Zoya!" Najma stood up angrily, "I know bhaijaan. Ammi ke liye wo sab kuch chhod kar aa sakte hain. Did you really talk to him?"
Zoya stood up and placed her hand on Najma's shoulder, "yes, I did, but I-I didn't tell him anything about phoophi."
"How could you do that Zoya? Bhaijaan will be so angry. Aap ne unka gussa nahin dekha hai."
"Dekha hai Najma. Bahut baar dekha hai."
Najma was a bit confused, "bhaijaan ko aap pehle se jaanti ho?"
Zoya lowered her eyes, "yes."
"Ya Allah!" Najma raised her palms in the air, "so my suspicion was right."
"Kabhie fursat se sab bataaungi tumhein."
Najma gave her an incredulous glance, "Zoya, bhaijaan ka yahan hona bahut zaroori hai. Let me call him."
"I got him on Skype. I promise we will call him once phoophi is out of the surgery. Waise bhi abhi kuch bataa kar Mr. Khan sirf chinta kar paayenge. What if he can't leave the ship? He will be so worried aur unka jo mission hai, wo bhi kahin unsuccessful na ho jaaye. Tum aur main sambhaal lenge phoophi ko."
"Zoya," Najma was restless, "agar ammi ko kuch ho gaya tho? Bhaijaan zindagi bhar na khud ko maaf karenge, na hum dono ko."
"Kuch nahin hoga phoophi ko. I am sure Allah will take care of her. Just hang in there till after the surgery. Promise, main tumhari baat Mr. Khan se karwa doongi."
"Ok Zoya. I trust you." Najma wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead and sat down on the seat. Both women shut their eyes and prayed for Dilshaad's well being.
ABOARD THE SHIP
Asad, Arjun and a number of team members were briefed about the operation.
"Yes, it's a risky operation but definitely, worth a fight. Good luck gentlemen! We have about 48 hours to get ready for this mission." The commanding officer shook their hands and wished them success.
"Asad, are you sure you want to be a part of this mission?" Arjun placed his arm around his friend.
"Yeh bhi koi poochne ki baat hai Arjun?" Asad was offended, "isn't this the reason we joined the defense forces? I have given my word. I can't back out like a coward now."
"I know, but dude, you have a lot of responsibilities. Teri ammi, behen. They need you."
"Since when did you become a negative thinker Arjun? Kuch nahin hoga mujhey. In fact," with a grim expression, Asad continued, "this might be my chance to wash off the sins of my father, the traitor."
"Dude, wo purani baat ko kyun baar baar wapas laata hai? You don't even know if your abbu is alive or dead. Leave that old man alone. Kya pata kya majboori thi unki?"
"I really don't care if he is alive or dead. I just know he was a traitor, worked against the country, broke my ammi's heart and left us all for someone else."
"Yaar, har insaan ko uske paap ki saza usey khud milti hai. Don't punish yourself for him. This mission is pretty risky. I just want you to think practically here. Tu tho waise bhi practical aadmi hai. Meri tarah emotional nahin hai na." Arjun chuckled.
"I love taking risks," Asad slapped Arjun's back, "this is what I live for."
"Risk lena pasand hai tho us ladki se shaadi kyun nahin kar raha? Yahi kaha tha na tumey, it's complicated. So, complicated means risky, right?"
"ARJUN! Wo meri family ke sab se badhe dushman ki beti hai!"
"So? Dushman ki beti hai, dushman tho nahin hai na?"
Asad just glared at his friend and walked away.
HOSPITAL WAITING ROOM:
"Aap log Mrs. Dilshaad Khan ke relatives hain? A nurse walked up to the two women.
"YES!" Both Najma and Zoya jumped up from their seats.
"The doctor wants to talk to you."
"Everything okay sister?" Zoya's heart sank to her stomach.
"Just follow me."
Najma and Zoya exchanged glances and held hands as they warily walked behind the nurse.
"Mrs. Khan," Dr Ali strode out of the OR with a pen and clipboard in his hand. His gaze was fixated on Zoya, " I just need one more signature. We had to transfuse her with some blood as there was significant blood loss. Please sign these papers."
Najma was horror-struck as she saw Zoya sign her name on the paper confidently- Zoya Khan.
"How's she doing?" Zoya asked the surgeon.
"Everything went well. She is in the recovery room. She should regain consciousness once the anesthesia has worn off. I think we got it all. She will be fine in a few days."
"Ya Allah! Shukr hai," Zoya sighed with relief.
Najma was dumbfounded and flummoxed by the conversation between Zoya and Dr. Ali.
"Credit to you, Mrs. Khan. Aap unhein time se hospital le aayi and you didn't waste any time in making the decision regarding surgery. Aksar ghar waale bahut debate mein padh jaate hain. Is chakkar mein treatment delay ho jaata hai. Mrs. Dilshaad Khan is lucky to have you as her daughter-in-law. Good luck ladies." The surgeon nodded and walked off with his clipboard and attitude.
Zoya squeezed her eyes shut; she didn't know how to face Najma. Najma was probably disgusted and appalled at what she had just heard and seen.
"Zoya?" Najma whimpered.
"I-I-am 'so-sorry-I-I-can explain." Zoya turned her back to Najma and hung her head with embarrassment.
Najma touched her shoulder, "aapne ammi ke liye jhooth bola na?"
Tearful, she nodded gently and turned around, "please forgive me Najma. I didn't mean to hurt you guys. When you were gone for namaaz, I had no choice. I promise, I didn't mean to do that."
"Zoya," Najma smiled, "aisa tho koi apna bhi nahin karta. I am so proud of you. Agar main aapki jagah hoti, tho I am sure I wouldn't have been so brave. Thanks Zoya. Please don't say sorry."
Zoya was astonished. She had not expected Najma to be that understanding. "You are not upset with me?"
"Of course not Zoya. You saved my ammi's life. Why would I be upset? Ab chalein, ammi ko dekhne chalein?" Najma smiled tearfully.
Zoya hugged Najma and kissed her cheek, "you are a great friend Najma. Please promise me that this shall stay a secret between us. I don't want to hassle phoophi and Mr. Khan ka tho waise bhi koi bharosa nahin hai. He might get really upset."
Najma cleared her throat and teased Zoya, "is that a sub conscious desire though?"
"Na baba na!" Zoya bit her lower lip and averted her gaze, "Mr. Khan aur main? NEVER!"
Najma hooked her arm through Zoya's elbow, "aage ki baad mein dekhenge filhaal I am happy that I have a fake bhabhi."
"Sssh!" Zoya shushed her, "let's go and check on phoophi."
"Haan, aur phir bhaijaan ko Skype bhi kar denge."
ABOARD THE NAVY SHIP
"Dushman ki beti hai, dushman tho nahin hai na?"Arjun's words haunted him as he walked into his cabin.
Arjun had no idea what Ghafoor Siddiqui had done to their family. Rashid Ahmed Khan, Asad's father, after a series of job failures had finally managed to find work as a museum art handler under Ghafoor Siddiqui. Ghafoor was a curator at a local art museum and even though they had been friends in college, had managed to move ahead in his career because of his shrewd business sense and ability to manipulate people. Because of his temperament, Rashid had a bad track record with keeping jobs, but the lure of quick success and riches was the reason for his downfall.
As their ship headed towards Dubai, Asad couldn't help wondering whether Rashid Ahmed Khan, if alive, was still in Dubai. A number of illegal trades and smuggled artwork had exposed his lies and disloyalty to his nation. The day when the police had hand cuffed his abbu, was still vivid in his memories. How ammi had begged the cops for his forgiveness; how she had visited him in prison daily; how she had sold all her jewelry in exchange for a good lawyer and how they had all been deceived when they found out the truth- Rashid Ahmed Khan was guilty, he had committed several crimes, he had another secret family and he deserved all the punishment granted to him. Dilshaad had severed all her ties from him. Ashamed of her husband's actions, she had also isolated herself from her family- the family she had fought hard to convince before marrying her college sweetheart, Rashid. Her family didn't approve of the alliance because of his low social status, but she had been adamant and had married Rashid for love. Ghafoor was also their classmate. On several occasions, he had tried to woo her, but she had kept him at bay.
Last they had heard, there was some mention of Rashid having escaped to Dubai but there were also some reports of his death in a car crash. As far as Asad, ammi and Najma were concerned, Rashid Ahmed Khan was dead for them and no longer a part of their lives.
Asad buried his head in his palms. Why did Zoya have to be Ghafoor's daughter? How did Ghafoor manage to flee to the US? He had managed to escape any conviction but as far as he knew, he had lost all his finances and stake at the museum after that case? Those realizations riled up his temper even further. While Ghafoor had managed to make an affluent living in the US; his daughter had all the luxuries available to her, Asad had to grow up at an early age, pay for his own education, join the defense services as a way to avenge his father's misdeeds, take care of his family, his ammi's cancer and now fate had played a cruel game with him- made him fall in love with Ghafoor's daughter!
He knew Arjun was right. Zoya was not his enemy. Zoya was probably oblivious of her father's criminal background or his legal issues in India or how he had ruined Asad's family, but there was no way, he could accept her into his family. Even if destiny wanted otherwise, he would change the course of his destiny and try to forget her forever. He would have to stop yearning for her, stop thinking about her and stop dreaming about her.
To begin, he would stop trying to call her or ping her on the internet. NO MORE INTERACTIONS WITH HER.
RECOVERY ROOM:
Dilshaad was semi conscious. Her head was heavily bandaged but she was breathing on her own and periodically opened her eyes to look around. Najma and Zoya smiled down at her. They each held one hand of hers and reassured her.
"Ammi, sab theek ho jaayega."
"Phoophi, doctor ne kaha hai aapka operation successful ho gaya hai. Bas kuch din hospital mein antibiotics par rakhenge aapko. Then we will all go home."
"A-Asad k-kahan hai?" Dilshaad moaned.
"Ammi, bhaijaan ko emergency ki wajah se ship par jaana padha tha."
"Phoophi, Main aapki Mr. Khan se baat karwaa dooongi."
"W-wo k-kab gaya?" She winced.
"Phoophi!" Zoya scolded her, "hum hain na yahan. Kya sirf Mr. Khan hi aapka khayal rakh sakte hain? Aapki do betiyaan kab kaam aayengi?"
Dilshaad had a faint smile on her face. She squeezed Zoya's fingers and nodded with her eyelids, "I know." She drifted back into slumber; her fingers relaxed. Her face looked serene and less pallid than before.
"Najma, let's wait outside. Phoophi needs rest."
"Theek hai bhaijaan se bhi baat kar lete hain."
ABOARD THE NAVY SHIP
"Sir, you have a message on the captain's computer." A junior officer informed Asad.
"Kahan se?"
"Aapka Skype account Captian ke computer par ON tha. It's from someone called Zoya. The message says it's important."
"Important?" Asad sighed and rolled his eyes and thought, "I should probably ignore it. I need to nip this relationship right away. Kyunki main jaanta hoon ki wo bhi mujhsey baat karne ko utni hi betaab hai. Someone has got to break it."
"Sir?"
"That's okay. Just disconnect my Skype account."
"It's something about your ammi sir."
"Ammi?"Asad leapt from his seat, "pehle kyun nahin bataya?"
"I didn't want to stress you sir."
"LET ME DECIDE THAT!" Asad barged out of the cabin and rushed to the captain's cabin.
AsadAhmedKhan: Hi. It's me. What happened to ammi?
ZoyaCruiseGirl: Bhaijaan. It's me. Najma. Using Zoya's account.
Asad sighed with relief.
AsadAhmedKhan: Ammi's fine?
ZoyaCruiseGirl: Now she is.
AsadAhmedKhan: ??????????
ZoyaCruiseGirl: Zoya will explain. It's a bit complicated. Can you video chat with her?
Asad had no choice. Just moments ago, he had resolved to never interact with her, but this was an exception.
Zoya: Hello Mr. Khan
There she was on the screen. His heart skipped a beat when he saw how distraught she looked. Her eyes were puffy and red, her hair scruffy and he recognized her kurta as one of her night suits. Something must have happened right after he had left home.
Asad: What happened Ms-uh-Farooqui?
To protect her true identity from Najma, he addressed her as Farooqui. For some reason, he didn't want Najma or phoophi to despise Zoya because of her lineage.
Zoya didn't know how to reveal all the information without breaking down. She was ready for his wrath; he would be furious at himself more than anyone else; out of guilt, he would probably admonish her and blame her for not informing him sooner.
Zoya (rattled in one breath): Phoophi had a fever this morning. We brought her to the hospital. They found an infection in her brain. She just had surgery to remove the infection and now she is fine. She is in the recovery room. We just met her.
Asad felt his world collapse around him. He felt nauseated; a deep pit in his stomach drained the color from his skin. He sat there, still, motionless, ashen with blood shot eyes; shocked by the grenade that had just hit him.
Zoya noticed tears roll down his eyes. The video cam blurred the picture on the screen. Najma was frightened to see her brother's reaction. She had never seen him look so helpless. Bhaijaan had always been the image of composure during a crisis but this news had completely paralyzed him.
Zoya (tearful herself): Mr. Khan. Please sambhaaliye apne aap ko. Phoophi is fine now.
Najma: Bhaijaan, please. Zoya has taken care of everything. Aap please worry mat kariye.
Asad (hoarse): I-I am sorry Najma. It's my fault. Aaj pehli dafaa main tum logon ko bina bataaye----and look what happened.
He punched the desk with his fists and cried out loudly.
Najma and Zoya tried to reach out the screen to console him. They let him sob in silence for a few minutes.
Najma: Aap wapas aa sakte hain? Aap aa jaaiye please.
Asad glared at the computer screen. His hands were tied. His duty towards national security took priority over everything else. He had already committed to the mission and backing off with such little time left could jeopardize the whole operation.
Zoya understood his predicament.
Zoya: Mr. Khan. I assure you I will take care of phoophi to the best of my ability. Mujhey apni jaan se zyaada phoophi ki jaan pyaari hai. Aap befikr rahiye. Your duty towards the nation takes priority. Main jaanti hoon aapka zameer aapka farz hai. Waise hi mera zameer phoophi ki salaamati hai. Phoophi ki taraf aapke farz ki saari zimmedari main leti hoon Mr. Khan. It's my promise to you. I will take care of her till the day you are back.
Asad glanced at Zoya with gratitude. He couldn't believe this was the same NRI girl he had met at the cruise a few months ago.
Asad (nodded gently): Thanks (softly) Can you promise to call me daily? Can I talk to ammi? Can I speak with the doctors?
Zoya (relieved and pleasantly surprised by his reaction): Aye Aye captain! We are here to take your orders sir (She saluted him with a tearful smile) You will always be the commander of the Khan ship.
Najma chuckled and squeezed Zoya's shoulders. She gave a thumbsup sign to Asad. Asad smiled back at Najma and shook his head.
Asad: Tamatar kitni badhi ho gai hai.
Najma (hugged Zoya from behind): Jab tak Zoya mere saath hai, I can handle this bhaijaan.
Asad: When should I call back?
Zoya (glanced at her watch): We will call you in a few hours. Phoophi would be more alert by then. Aap chaahe tho full time video cam on rakh sakte hain (she chuckled)
Asad nodded, a faint smile on his lips and mist in his eyes acknowledged his appreciation for the woman across his computer screen.
"Allah! Is ladki se main kabhie nafrat nahin kar sakta." He muttered as he signed off from the session.
'.to be contd'.
Originally posted by: delena90
AWWW...this was such a heart wrenching chapter. I love that Asad didn't react badly towards Zoya and has accepted that he cannot hate her.
So, we got a little info on Ghafoor. What a terrible man. I can't wait to have that story unravel. Who was Zoya's mother? Did DIlshaad know her?
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