SS- (CAGED!) Chapter 5: let me go...page 20 - Page 13

it is just sooo damn painful ...i felt really bad for asad n zoya at x same tym ...i tell u ...u r giving dem just sooo much pain ..poor asya ...
nxt tym plzzz update soon ..
thnx for pm .

Originally posted by: notagain

for red wala
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4: Let me go

As soon as she entered her room, Zoya knew she should have waited. She should have stayed with Asad and heard him out, and firmly held onto her decision. Instead, she had run away- that itself should be an indication to Asad that this was a difficult decision for her...that she could be convinced back! She should have finished what she had started...but she had run away...afraid to face him.

Asad was not going to grant it just like that, give her up without a fight. She knew very well what she meant to him, at least on paper...that she could see far into their future was a different thing altogether. He could be very adamant...and very persistent. How was she going to handle that!

Asad snapped out of the shock Zoya had just delivered him. It was not fair, just not fair. He had pined for her equally through this ordeal...in fact his agony had been greater, knowing he had landed them both in this...he knew what he did was unforgivable...yet, this was Zoya- His Zoya. He was NOT GOING TO GIVE HER UP, NO MATTER WHAT.

She had been heartless in ripping him off her; yet she had run away...which meant she was at her weakest moment. He was done with begging for forgiveness... he had spent one month in the fires of hell. He was not taking any more of this. He needed her, badly. He was nothing but an empty shell without her. Zoya was not a luxury, she was his necessity.- the oxygen he could not live without. He had known long back, that there was no Asad without Zoya. Even his supposed infidelity had not changed that. He had wished and prayed for her and only her, even in the depths of his shame. Yes, he was selfish...he had no other alternative.

Zoya knew she had another battle to face as soon as she heard the door open behind her. He had not knocked; he had not sought permission. He had almost barged in...as if he had all the rights.

She turned to face him, unsure of her own stance...she was melting away...losing herself...

Asad had a determined look on his face. He gave her a penetrating gaze- intense, unwavering...almost rude in its obstinacy. The resolution was clearly written in his attitude...reminiscent of another night that he had imposed his decision on her. She had given in then...and it had disastrous effects on her self esteem. Now it was time to choose...he was simply too stubborn to see what she was seeing.

Asad broke the silence.

"You ..can't just walk away like that, Zoya. You CANNOT...do you even know what you are to me? How...NO...You can't even think about this...I am not letting you do this. I...don't care what you want to do with your life...but I...I am a part of it. There can be no other way..."

Why was he doing this to her? Why did he want her to be his slave? Why did he not understand that she had an individuality...and a right to decision? Why was he suffocating her?

"I am sorry, Mr. Khan. I don't know how to make you understand this...I am serious, and I'd appreciate it if you could learn to respect my feelings...

Aap... sahi the. You were right. Main rishton ki ahemiyat nahi jaanti hoon, aur shayad jaanna bhi nahi chahti hoon, Mr. Khan. Mujhse nahi hoga...rishte mere liye ek bhoj hai...I must be a selfish person to say this...please let me love myself. I don't think I have what it takes to love you."

She was...throwing his own words at him...confabulations from another era. It was not fair. They had moved beyond all that...he knew she was not that...but how was he going to convince her?

"Please, Zoya...please...I BEG you...Please don't do this."

She was not going to let him win this round, much as it pained her...even as her heart begged her to submit to him.

"Mr. Khan, Please listen to me. There is no point in us arguing...

Think about it. We will never be what we want our partners to be. Shouldn't we give each other a better chance? May be our true love is out there...may be, may be not..."

This was crazy. How could she talk like this? She was demented.

"Zoya, please know this...I CANNOT...CANNOT exist without you..."

Hollow words...empty promises...what was assured was many more heart breaks...it was time to give a final blow to severe the tie...

"Maine seekha, Mr. Khan...I learned to live without you...and I am alive. I am sure you can too. Please let me go."

Asad took in the firmness of her deportment. This was tough.

"May be I should leave. That'd be better for both of us", she offered.

He swayed his head slowly in negation.

"I should...", and with that he retreated- a defeated lover.

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Dilshad knocked on Asad's door. It was past dinner time, and both Asad and Zoya had kept to their rooms. She found him on the dewan, deep in thought. He looked up to meet her gaze, his face devoid of any emotions.

" I made a mistake, Ammi. I thought we both could not live without each other...I was wrong. She can live on without me...she is my necessity, I am not hers. I...was... so wrong..."

Dilshad was worried about Asad now. Was he withdrawing into a shell, like he had years before, facing his Abbu's rejection? Was she going to lose her son again to a world bereft of sentiments?

"Asad...", she sighed...there was nothing she could do for him. This was a pain he had to handle alone. She wished there was some way she could help him. When a couple broke up, the one who was left behind would suffer...until they decided to move on too...and sometimes it was not possible to move on. She knew that very well.

" Ammi, aap jaake Zoya ko bulaiye...and tell her that I will not trouble her. She will not be forced to do anything. Just ask her to stay on..."

May be he was stronger than she thought...may be he was willing to move on too...

If he had hopes of her returning, she hoped it came true. Dilshad nodded her head silently and left to call Zoya.

Asad sighed deeply and looked heavenwards.

Nothing had changed ...He had a promise to keep. He had promised her, that he would never let go.

He would never let her go...until she returned.

PS:

PS:

I replied above this post...sorry it had to be in a rush😳...and Thank U all once again for your comments...🤗

Ankiewa,

So U think noodle is a feminist?😉😆

mera bechara Asad. :(

Originally posted by: MisHumptyDumpty

why do i feel i will again go BRICK FACE with your update?

u better should treat me this >

poor Asad is suffering too much :\\

Hey chicksoup when r u going to update😭

Originally posted by: MisHumptyDumpty

it was good actually. I mean not goody but VERY GOOD. i had a good feeling at the end.

something like - YEAH YEAH MAKE HIM CRY CAUSE YOU TOO WILL SUFFER. 😎 😆 🤣