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Hello everybody,
So since Gul , has deceided to be evil here, and we cannot do much than to wait and see how this horrible track unfolds, I have written this piece on Asad's pain and wait , when he eventually finds out that his bride is missing.😭
I had written a OS about Zoya's wait at the Altar - Der Ho Chuki Hai Mr.Khan,
and Then a Sequel to it - You belong To Me, Mr.Khan, which is my version of how Asad and Zoya finally get back together, and Tanveer the witch is exposed.
https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/qubool-hai/3665371/ss-you-belong-to-me-mr-khan-part-9-p36-29-7-new
But sigh, there is trouble in paradise again,I guess, so I have written something from Asad's point of View, I will continue it eventually as the track unfolds...
Let me know what you all think😊
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SS - Some Dreams To Remember, Miss Farooqui?
Index -
Chapter 1 - And The Trick Is to Keep Breathing - page 1
Chapter 2 - And I Just Died in Your Arms, Tonight - page 4
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Chapter 1 - And The Trick Is To Keep Breathing
Asad's POV
And I didn't know at that moment in my Life, that my Life would never been the same.
My journey in Love isnt hidden really much from the any of you.You all know, how I am the typical example of someone who has witnessed and lived the miracle called Love, because I feel in Love with Zoya Farooqui.
I didn't know that, I was capable of loving anyone, so deeply, that I found it really weird in my heart to beat for some one so deeply , for the way it beats for Zoya.
As I stand and look at myself in the Mirror today, I cant help but feel, as to how deeply I love my woman.My woman, yes that's what I call her in my heart, because even though we aren't technically married, I guess in my heart and life, she is already my wife, and she is the only one who will stand by my side, as Mrs.Asad Ahemed Khan, and I couldn't wait to make Zoya mine, already.I smile to myself as I recall the conversation I had with her a few minutes back, and I was sure that this time Destiny would not be cruel to me, like it had been the previous two times, of my Nikaah's which ofcourse did not happen.The negative and painful past started to flash through my mind, and I immediately shoved it all aside, as I reminded myself, that me and Zoya were made for each other, no matter how weird and twisted I was, she somewhat fit into my twisted world, in her own twisted way.And we had fought the obstacles, the problems and everything life had thrown in our way and we overcame, and we always will and so I calmed my nerves because there wasn't anything to worry, today was indded the most beautiful day of my Life, I am sure it is, because not only is my sister getting married today, I will be finally making Zoya, mine, forever, and I was counting on our new beginning...
I walked out, in the hall , amidst all the guests, ofcourse I couldn't just stand there and day dream about the love of my life and my life that was about to begin, it was my responisibility to see that everything was perfect, as I was the elder brother, and I wanted everything about Najma's Nikaah to be perfect.
I was just talking to our guests, and minding my own business, when I saw My Ammi come out of the room with a superworried look on her face, and that freaking worried the hell out of me, and I tried to put on a strong face like I always did, and I walked ahead and pulled her into a room , and asked her what the hell was up. She hesitated for a second, but when she saw the look on my face, she finally said the words, the words that shook the ground beneath my feet.
And I asked her again , that what she was saying were true, and when she said that she was indeed sure. I literally felt my heart stop, and I was sure my lungs stopped functioning , because I couldn't not breathe, what the Hell did Ammi mean that , she could not find Zoya.
Right then Najma, my beautiful sister, walked in all dressed up as a bride, and if my brain was functioning , I would have hugged her and told her that she looked absolutely beautiful , but I couldn't , as I heard her tell Ammi , that she could not locate Zoya as well , and that she wasn't even picking up her phone.
In that moment , as I saw the two of them rush out to look out for Zoya hurriedly , I sat down dazed on my bed, because suddenly , all that happiness I had been feeling washed away and it was replaced by fear and worry , fear that my destiny was being cruel to me once more, or else why would my bride, be missing on the day I was to wed her.
I , instantly felt as if it were My karma punishing me, for I realized what it felt like to wait at the altar, and I realized what pain , the unexplainable, heart wrenching, painful and heartbreaking agony , that I felt in that one moment.
Immediately, the words from when I saw her last , an hour early flashed through my head, and I took control of my being , and smashed the fear away , beacause nothing could go wrong , maybe she was just around somewhere, busy exclaiming and yelling at the decorators to do some last minute changes, just maybe her phone was in her room , and just maybe, as careless as she always is, would just fall into my arms, as I stepped out of my room. But I couldn't deny the fact that , I was hell worried, and ridiculous thoughts again started to creep through my being.
What else could I do? I ,immediately took out my phone , and called her, and then I rushed out and started to look around the house, for the love of my life, because I knew I would die, if I didn't find her, just like I had dies the last time I lost her.
I maintained a calmer face, so as to not worry the guests, because we couldn't risk another commotion.
I meantally rechecked that if this was Zoya's joke and she was pretending to scare me by her famous- I am the permanent runaway bride quote, then I would scream the living daylights out of her, to scare the hell out of me.
I finally looked at my watch and I sent out a silent prayer,because there wasn't much I could do here, and I knew I had to hang in there, just like I had been hanging ever since my Life had started to play hide and seek with me , in love, but I had dared to dream that my love would win one day , and I knew that it had, and I had found my dream and now, I just had to hold on to it.
How do you hold to the Dream, that is the reason for your existence?
How do you manage to remain calm , and get your senses to function, when every freaking cell of your body is in pain, deathing pain?
How do you manage to still hope, when somewhere deep down, something felt really wrong?
I had learnt it from my past and my battle in love, the trick that I had used earlier, the only thing that let me hang in.
The Trick was to Keep Breathing.And so in that most freaking horrible moment of my Life, that's what I did, because somehow only the oxygen could give me the courage and the strength that I needed.
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