I will mostly concentrate on Asya though, beause they are my favourite pairing. The beginning might be confusing as I start to set t he pace. The Nikhat-Imran-Najma triangle will be important as well, especially at the start of the story, so please don't hate me for this. I'm not sure if anyone will read it...but here goes.
Zoya disconnected the Skype call and got up from her bed. It had been a while since she'd last spoken to her Jeeju so she had decided to call him up this morning. She could only talk to him in the morning or at night, given the time difference between Bhopal and New York. She mulled over the conversation that they had. She knew very well that although her past was important, submerging herself into it would be bad. She made an important decision at that moment. She would enjoy the here and the now. Ultimately, if it was meant to be, she would find her father.
Asad Ahmed Khan, fondly refered to as Jahapana 6 packs by his lovely wife-to-be, was already awake and immersed in making the arrangements for his sister's engagement. Although the preparations were going ahead full-scale, Asad was uneasy. The whole Nikhat-Imran-Najma issue was always prominent somewhere at the back of his mind, making him feel conflicted. He simply hoped what he was doing was right. All he really wanted was the happiness of both his sisters.
Farhan lifted his bag out of the hired car and turned around to pay the driver. The time difference was already starting to have its effect on him as he counted out the money. Being back in India after all these years made him feel kind of out of sync. He walked up to the door and rang the bell. Here's to new beginnings' he mumbled to himself.
Nikhat stood in the middle of her room, letting the tears fall silently. She didn't understand how things had gone so far, so fast. It felt like these days, everything was just tearing at her, trying to pull her apart as she barely held onto the seams. 'Imran loves Najma' she whispered into the empty room, as if saying it outloud would make the situation more bearable for her. She was simply tired. She was tired of trying to hold things together, she simply wished to leave it all in the hands of fate.
Ayaan was angry. He wasn't angry for himself, but for his sister. Nikhat. Why her? Why was the world throwing all these hardships at her when she deserved none of it. He was angry at his Bhaijaan for not understanding his sister's pain. He was angry at Imraan for leading his sister on and leaving in the worst way possible. He was angry at Haseena Bi for tormenting them to this point. Most of all, he was angry at himself for not being able to anything as he watched his sister cry. If only there was something he could do.
Humaira could feel the tension in the house. It was like everyone was under immense pressure and they were all waiting for someone to crash. She couldn't watch her loved ones hurt so deeply, she couldn't take the heartache hidden in Nikhat's eyes, or the helplessness in Ayaan's eyes. It felt like there was a ticking time bomb and they were merely waiting for it to explode. It was getting to her.
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Index
Chapter 1: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/91701984
(Or just scroll down 😊)
Chapter 2: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/97362645
Chapter 3: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/97527556
Chapter 4: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/97765615
Chapter 5: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/post/98115339
My other Works:
SS- Concrete Jungle of Dreams
https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/qubool-hai/3842657/ss-concrete-jungle-of-dreams-chapter-2-pg-5
SS - Revelations
Pyaar Kii Ye Ek Kahaani
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
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