Inferno-A FF by Arabflower. Chapter 19 page 36 - Page 24

Originally posted by: ArabFlower

Hey Guys!

Sorry for being Scarce the past few days but I was writing chapter 19 and the epilogue simultaneously and was busy prepping the final drafts when the news of Madiba's passing rocked the world😭, so to pay my respects to the man who ushered my country into freedom, I put down my author's pen and sat down and listened to the stories of the Apartheid regime by my parents and grandparents and learnt more about the South African Hero that is Nelson Rohihlahla Mandela. But with every difficulty comes ease and as they say in Hollywood...'the show must go on...' so with that in mind I will be finishing up the final drafts and will be posting them soon. 🤗

Sit back, relax, and enjoy...our journey is almost over

Stay awesome, you guys are the best readers an author could ask for

Regards

ArabFlower

Originally posted by: ArabFlower

I'm sorry its ending as well but to quote SRK in Om Shanti Om (in English cause I suck at Hindi): "if the ending is not happy then my friend's it is not the end...Picture Abhi Baki Hai mere dost😉..."

I hope you guys enjoy the ending I have planned as with every sunset there is a sunrise so with every end there is a new beginning.

Through Inferno I was able to put myself out there and introduce myself to readers from all over, I got an opportunity to interact with great people via this thread on India Forums and now I feel that its fitting to wrap things up while the goings are good and work on putting another Fanfiction out there...

I have introduced myself and now it's time for me to grow as an author and show the World what ArabFlower can do...

The end of Inferno is near and for that I am saddened but for ArabFlower...this is just the beginning and I'm excited to see where my imagination takes me😃

CHAPTER 19

6 Years go by

The laughter of children had filled Khan Villa, the chatter of adults resonated off the walls, smiles became common place and happiness dominated every breath. Four generations seated under a single roof, shared a meal together. Badi Bi had looked at her family and smiled. She sat at one end of the Table and watched as her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren mingled, laughed and interacted. She watched her son Rashid and his second wife Shireen interact with her great grandson Maahir, both laughing at something that he had said, while her first daughter in law (Dilshad) was with her granddaughters Nikhat and Nuzat each one trying to get Asya to eat. Over in the Kitchen, Dilshad's daughter in law, and the person responsible for bringing the family together, Zoya was busy with her sister Humaira and sister in law Najma, all fussing over the feast that was about to be consumed. Finally in the lounge a chess battle had broken out between her eldest grandchild, Asad and his father in Law Gaffoor Ahmed Siddiqui. While Gaffoor had experience on his side, Asad had the encouragement in the form of his younger step'-brother, Ayaan. Badi Bi was content, her family was once on the verge of collapse but now looking out at them, no one would ever say that this family was once at the brink of destruction. Once again she gazed into the kitchen, sending out a silent thank you while her eyes searched for the person responsible for her family's happiness, her eyes locked with Zoya's and both erupted into fresh smiles at the same moment when the Doorbell had rung. Being closest to the door Ayaan, sprung up and answered the door. Once opened, it revealed two devilishly handsome young men, each baring gifts and their eyes searching for their beloveds. Nikhat rushed past her brother Ayaan and took the man on the left into a hug, a hug which her husband returned with equal passion. His rugged good looks, silken hair and slightly tanned skin complemented Nikhat perfectly and after the ordeal that Haseena and her son Imran had put Nikhat through, everyone was happy that Nikhat had finally settled down with a man who valued her more than her money. Badi bi looked at the happy couple and was once again thankful for Zoya's influence on the family as Zoya was the one who brought light into Nikhat's life. Junaid Adham Qureshi* was an old family friend of Zoya's who fell head over heels for Nikhat the moment he laid eyes on her and after much persuasion on Zoya's part did the two get married and it has been happily ever after since. The man on the right spotted his fiance behind her sister and his lips curved into a small smile, Dr. Aasif Iqbal Mirza⁺ was not greeted by his beloved but by Najma's elder brothers but he was content to be able to gaze upon her lovingly, even if from a distance. He was Asad's age and one of Asad's good friends, he had met Najma when he acquired the need for an interior designer to revamp his home a couple of months ago and he turned to his best friend's company to do the renovation. It was not love at first sight, somehow love weaselled its way in between the fights and constant bickering and from two people who could not wait to be rid of one another, Aasif and Najma turned into one of those i-can't-stand -to-be-away-from-you' couples. His intense gaze softened at the sight of his star' and his dreamy eyes, muscly build and drool worthy smile lead one to believe that he was some Rock star, not a doctor and although Asad was initially sceptical about Aasif and Najma's union but when he saw how devoted Aasif was to Najma Asad had given them his blessing. Humaira and Ayaan were in what Humaira was calling a valid life choice' which everyone knew was a prolonged engagement but only her big sister Zoya knew that this valid life choice' was created because both Ayaan and Humaira had gotten cold feet and where at different stages of their relationship so the delay was to help them smoothen any rough edges until they could ride off into the sunset.

The latest arrivals took their seats at the dinner table and soon the feast was laid out, seats occupied and thanks to the Almighty given, everyone tucked in to their meal knowing fully well that this little gathering was the envy of Bhopal's high society with the three of the most powerful families of the global Muslim society breaking bread together and those who had lost the opportunity to be a part of greatness now would give just about anything to be a fly on the wall.

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With family gatherings, laughter and happiness becoming common place in Khan Villa one would tend to forget the dull reality of the outside world when huddled up in such a cocoon but work was a necessary evil for them, even though Asad and Zoya were making more money than they could spend in their lifetime... Asad was on a secret operation, something he had kept from everyone...even his wife and he knew he was in for an earful when he returned to Khan Villa but the moment he spotted his wife's gift withdrawing her luggage from baggage claim, he knew that all will be forgiven, so he waved to catch the younger Latino's attention and when his New York division manager and close family friend Isabella De La Vega took the man she considered an elder brother into a bone crushing hug, he returned it with the same sentiment.
Khan Villa was not a flurry of excitement today, with Dilshad, Najma, Nikhat and Shireen having a ladies lunch, Nuzat busy with her final exams and Humaira and Ayaan on a date the occupants of Khan Villa constituted of Zoya (who was busy on a conference call) and Badi Bi, who was busy with her grandchildren watching the video diaries that Zoya had created, all acquainting themselves with those they were unfortunate to never meet. Maahir teared up when he caught sight of his biological parents with his younger sister quick to wipe his tears before they trickled down his face. He in turn began telling her about her biological father Arbaaz letting her know the man who held their family together until their Abbu' came in the form of Asad Ahmed Khan. Badi Bi watched the videos with fascination, completely taken aback at how different Zoya's life was before but the moment she had seen Arbaaz on screen she knew that Asya would recognise him instantly... they shared the same emerald orbs after all. Maahir completely resembled neither of his parents as he was a healthy mix of both Zeenat and Anwar Faarouqui whereas Asya could pass as Zoya Faarouqui's Doppelganger if she had not inherited her father's emerald green eyes.

The door clicked open and Asad Ahmed Khan tip toed in so he could surprise his children, his grandmother was busy with her great grandchildren. Badi Bi had turned around first and had spotted Asad and Isabella who both held their index finger against their lips and whispered Ssshh'. The moment the kids heard the door click, they turned around to see who had arrived and silently dried their tears when they had spotted their father

Asad: "Now why are my two angels in tears?"
Maahir and Asya (in unison): "just walking down memory lane Abbu..."

Asad: "Well walk all you want...because those who have left us are watching us from above and I don't fancy getting an earful from Zeenat Faarouqui or Arbaaz Omar... trust me I'd rather take your Ammi than face the wrath of those guys..."

When they had heard the names of their respective biological parents, each broke into silent giggles and it was at this time that their aunty Isabella came out of her hiding place and wrapped her arms around the two Ahmed Khan children and began tickling them.

Badi Bi excused herself and went into the kitchen while Asad stood against a pillar watching his children enjoying the childhood that fate had robbed him and Zoya of.

A pair of arms snaked their way across his waist, while a soft pair of lips kissed his shoulder affectionately, he let his wife roam her hands freely over his body, remarking her territory with each touch, he belonged to her and her alone so he surrendered himself to her, letting her claim him with her caresses, he was at her mercy and he loved it. He pulled his wife out from behind him and crushed her against him, her back against his wall like chest, his arms now around her waist and his chin resting in her shoulder. Her hands fisted in his hair, massaging his scalp, her hips subtly grinding against him in a slow, circular motion essentially driving him crazy. In a seductively slow whisper she addressed the man who captured her heart

Zoya: "I didn't know that my family was so melodramatic..."

Asad: "well we appreciate all that we've been through because the troubles we faced yesterday make us the beings we are today"

Zoya: "Well said Mr. Khan..."

Asad: "Well it's actually Mrs. Khan's words...I just borrowed them..."

They looked out at their children and their hearts swelled with pride.

Zoya: "Do you think the world is ready for one of ours?"

Asad: "Well... I'm not really sure... I mean a combo of you and I will be pretty dangerous to handle..."

Zoya:" Well the world has 9 months to prepare, after that I don't take any responsibility for the havoc that ensues..."

His wife's words played on his mind for a bit then after a few seconds he registered what she had said, he picked her up and twirled her around, elated that he was going to become a father again...

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Please Note that:

*Junaid Adham Qureshi = Aashish Sharma is how I envision him to look

⁺ Aasif Iqbal Mirza = Iqbal Khan is How I envision him to look.

STAND BY FOR EPILOGUE

Originally posted by: akaswan

Thank you for this awesome so this is already the end?😃

Originally posted by: nnn

loved it !!

awesome

zoya's pregnant😃

Some have Pm'd me and said that That I should change the Thread title to reflect the new update, unfortunately I am unable to change the thread title because even though it is my story the thread belongs to Xarina and thus the title change is out of my hands, I have however sent out Pms with the Page number for Chapter 19 reflected on it but other than that I don't know what else to do...