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Hello! I know some of you have seen my SS and are kind of surprised to see it again, woh bhi on a different account. But I can't do anything. The thing is, I lost my previous account and had to make a new one (this one, obviously) but didn't want to desert the SS, so I am posting it on my new account.
So enjoy!
Disclaimer- I own my new account, nothing else.
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CHAPTER 1
Zoya's POV
Ahh! A bad feeling. This is not what I wanted to wake up with. I wanted to wake up next to my husband, Asad Ahmed Khan. Yes, me Zoya Faroo- no, Mrs. Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan was married to him. After our nikaah, he had become less judgemental, more open, more caring and loving. It was all like a dream. A bubble I did want to break at all.
But that A-sad A-mad Khan has still not confess his feelings for me. He still stays at 'woh actually'. Donkey! He is my husband, I should be respecting him right? So he is now donkey ji.
But apart from not confessing from words, he has proved it in his actions. He takes care of every need of mine. And has gone for great lengths to find my abbu.
My abbu. Oh how much I want to meet him right now. Every clue had been met with a dead-end. Did he even care now? Maybe no. That is why I wasn't able to find him. It was all one-sided effort. But indirectly because of him, I met this wonderful family. Tamatar, phuphi and Mr.Khan. What if I lose them too? See now, with the bad feeling I have got depressing thoughts too.
Shaking my head, I got out of the bed and went to the bathroom. I tried to take of my mind of that feeling but it was increasing every second. Something was gonna happen. No, it will be a good day. Yes, it will. Repeating that mantra I came out of the bathroom. I dried my hair, wore a nice green salwar suit, put kohl and some light makeup. I was coming out of the room when...
'Zoyaaa' A voice came from downstairs.
I don't need to tell whose is it, now do I? Of course, not. What did I do this time? I just broke a very expensive vase, nothing else.
Everything will be alright. I started my chanting session, again. I came down the stairs slowly, my bad feeling increasing. Reaching down, I took a moment to read everyone's expression. Najma and phuphi had a pained expression on their face. Asad had a mixture of pain and anger. And Tanveer, was that a smirk? I didn't have much time to process as i heard Asad call out my name.
'Zoya? I have a news for you.'
'What...?' I said still in thoughts. This wasn't sounding good.
I saw him take a deep breath. 'Zoya, I have found your father.'
Father? FATHER? He had found him! Wow! But then why was everyone so sad? Was he dead? Oh no!
'Mr.Khan? Where is he?' I said, still in looking at him.
Please he can't be dead...
'Here' He said, letting me get a clearer view of him.
I saw him
Oh shit!
He was...
Ayaan's mamujaan.
Humeira's father.
The person whom had caused phuphi so much pain.
The person Asad hated the most next to his abbu.
Standing in front of me was Mr.Gaffur Ahmed Siddique.
So much for being a good day.
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Over! I again say- This is not copied. I have lost my previous account (don't ask me how) and have made a new one. You might remember I had started this SS and because it is nowhere near complete, I am posting it on my new account all over again.
So please comment.
Love,
Lauren
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Chp1- pg.1
Chp2-pg.2
Chp3- pg.3
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