AsYa SS ~ Vaada ~ Updated on PG 116 ~ 04/08 - Page 69

update soon can't wait for suspence to unfold
my poor asad is not reacting to anything have some mercy on him [:^(]

Originally posted by: allwaysasya

update soon can't wait for suspence to unfold
my poor asad is not reacting to anything have some mercy on him 😭

Originally posted by: allwaysasya

Update pleaseee

Arey yaar monica when your few days will come
ab toh update dedo issse pehle k mera pack khatm ho jaye
pleaseee

Just getting it to the next page haha

Hey guys! Here is Part 7 and it's quite long compared to the other parts.

Hope you guys like it! And I hope more people will read/leave feedback. I love this story dearly, and am a little disheartened that it's getting such little feedback lately. I understand the forum is kinda dead, but still. I keep hoping my lovely readers will come back 😛

Anyhoo!! Enjoy 😳

Vaada: Part 7: Umedein

Blaring horns were drowned out by the sound proof window panes of the immaculate hotel room as Zoya stared out into the street blankly. Her life seemed like a Greek tragedy, and yet the irony was that no one had died. Not physically, anyway.

The shrill ringing of her iPad broke her revere. Zoya's head whipped around to look at the screen, and she sighed. She'd expected this. And despite all the mental preparation she'd done, she was still terrified she'd slip up. Letting that perfectly crafted mask of indifference and chipper banter crack in the slightest would be her undoing; drowning all her efforts.

"Hi Jeeju!" she greeted, just as she'd rehearsed countless times in her head.

"Zoya? Tum kahan ho? You've been MIA for days," came Anwar's worried voice. "And whats this? You're in a hotel?" Zoya sighed.

"Jeeju, why are you so worried? Ab jab Mr. Khan mere saath hai, toh mujhe kuch ho sakh tha hai?" The hollowness of those words sent a painful stab through her heart. But she soldiered on. "Hum vacation pe gaye hai, Jeeju. Thats why I've been MIA. Aap chaho toh mein aapko ek ek detail bata sakh thi hoon," she teased, skillfully playing her part.

Anwar's eyes widened and he scolded her silently, yet playfully. "Pagal. Acha theek hai. Asad kahan hai? Usse bhi baat kar le tha hoon." Zoya panicked for a second.

"Jeeju woh iss waqt bathroom mein hai. Mein iPad wahan lekar jaoon?" she asked cheekily again, hoping this would deter him.

"Arre nahin, nahin! Koi baat nahin, next time baat kar loonga." Anwar declined politely, stopping himself from scolding her for being so besharam. "Waise, Zoya?"

"Boliye, Jeeju," she urged him half-heartedly. She wasn't sure how long she could keep up the facade of the blissfully happy newly wed.

"Tum khush ho na?"

Zoya felt a lump form in her throat. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, and she felt herself go numb. This would be her best performance yet...

"Jeeju, mein aapko kya bataon. Mr. Khan mera itna khayal rakhte hain. Mujhe par ek anch bhi nahin aane dete hain.." she trailed off. The saddest part, was that at one point in her life, she actually did feel that way. His all engulfing love, and fierce protectiveness of her made her eyes moisten with happiness that knew no bounds. But now? How could she tell Jeeju that the very person she thought would protect her, had let her fall into an all consuming fire that burned her heart, and very nearly turned it to ash...

Anwar sensed an uneasiness in her voice, but chalked it up to her being overwhelmed with emotion. He was content. His baby was safe, and happy. What more could he ask for?

"Chalo, acha hai. Acha mein tumhe apni vacation enjoy karne deta hoon." He winked at her.

Zoya let out a sigh of relief and smiled at him. "Aapi ko meri taraf se thoda pareshan zaroor karna," she winked back, counting down the seconds until she could take off her mask.

He laughed. "Woh mera daily kaam hai. Allah hafiz," he assured her, cutting the call finally.

Zoya stared at the screen blankly for few moments. A vision of Mr. Khan flashed before her eyes.

"I want to spoil you..."

She shook her head, closing her eyes. A single tear streamed down her milky cheek.

"Kya kya sapne humne dekhe the, Mr. Khan... Aapne meri un sapno ki sari humidein thodi..." She chocked back a sob, knowing Jamil would be back any second.

**********

"Yaar, tu ek number ka bewakoof hai," Jamil chided as he walked up to Ayaan in the lobby.

Ayaan smiled sheepishly at him. He knew it was childish but he also knew it was the only way Jamil would know without a doubt that it was him.

"Zoya...?" he asked hesitantly, gauging Jamil's reaction. Jamil's face fell.

"Arre yaar, jis Zoya ko mein jaanta hoon, woh mujhe dikh hi nahi rahi hai..." Jamil trailed off. Ayaan felt his jaw tighten, angry at himself once again. "The girl I knew would put on a brave face and at least pretend to be happy despite whatever she went through. But she's not even hiding it now... It's like usse dard se fursat hi nahi..."

Ayaan kept quiet. Jamil noticed this.

"Ayaan, what the hell is going on. Why is Zoya in this state, and do you have something to do with it?" Ayaan gulped. "I'm not stupid. Woh tumse itni behrukhi se baat kar thi hai. Tumne kuch to kiya hoga. Kyun ki Zoya un mein se nahin hai, joh apna gussa kisi aur par nikale. So spit it out." Jamil was getting irritated now. If he didn't know what was wrong, how could he begin to help Zoya heal?

"Jamil, yaar, mein..." Ayaan trailed off. The image of Jamil kicking him out of the hotel and kidnapping Zoya to a remote location hit him like a slap to the face. No, I can't tell him. He will never let me talk to Zoya then. "Mein tujhe nahin bata sak tha. Agar Mona, I mean, Zoya ne tujhe nahin bataya hai, then I'm sure she prefers no one knows."

"Par aisa kya hai, jo woh batana hi nahin chati?" Jamil's patience was wearing thin. What could have been so bad, that she can't even talk about it?

"Dekh, mein ussi baat ke silsilay mein aaya hoon. Mujhe Zoya se ek baar, bas ek baar baat karni hai. I want to try to fix this..." he pleaded. Jamil looked at him skeptically.

"Agar woh tujhse khafa hai, toh woh teri baat kyun manegi?" he retorted. Ayaan sighed. He was right of course. But he had to at least try. He'd do everything humanly possible, before admitting defeat.

"Agar mein koshish bhi nahin karoonga, toh kya mein tera wahi dost rehta?" Ayaan knew it was unfair of him to use his friendship to get to Zoya, but he was desperate. And after all, he was trying to rectify his own mistake. At least that's what he kept telling himself.

Jamil pondered Ayaan's words for a minute, all the while looking Ayaan up and down. He looked pretty desperate, his hair unkept, and clothes in disarray. If at the very least he could figure out what was wrong, he figured letting Ayaan near Zoya wouldn't be such a terrible idea. And if for some reason it was too much for Zoya, he could always kick Ayaan out. He just hoped he was doing the right thing.

**********

"Zoya?"

Zoya's head turned slowly to face the door. She tried to smile when she saw Jamil at the door, but her smile soon turned into horror when she noticed the person behind him.

"Tum... Tum yahan kya kar rahe ho..." she trailed off. Jamil looked back at Ayaan, as if to say I told you. Ayaan nodded in acknowledgment, but looked back at Jamil pleadingly. Jamil sighed.

"You have five minutes," he warned Ayaan sternly. Ayaan nodded in response, and stepped into the room. Zoya took a step back away from the bed. The distance from the bed to the door already being too little between her and the sham she left behind. Ayaan noticed her recoil and looked her in the eye sadly.

"Mona..."

Zoya's eyes welled up. "Why are you here." It was more of an accusation than a question.

"Please, just hear me out. I know I have no right to ask anything of you. I know we made an unforgivable mistake, but please..." He begged. Zoya looked down, her tears falling to the floor. When she looked back up at Ayaan, his eyes widened. Never in his short life had he seen such a broken look in anyone's eyes, not even his bhaijaan. And because it was Zoya's eyes, who was the happiest, and brightest, person he'd ever known, it made him stagger back in disbelief.

"Ab bolne ke liye bacha hi kya hai, Ayaan," Zoya replied coldly. Ayaan felt a stab. What happened to the bubbly girl bhai was in love with... "Meine apna failsa le liya hai. Aur iss baar, tum, ya tumhare bhaijaan, mera iraada badlne ke liye kuch nahin kar sakh the hain," she assured him.

"Mona, Bhaijaan..."

"Nahin. Mujhe tumhare bhaijaan ya tumhare barein mein kuch nahin jaan na hai..." Her voice cracked as she said the last words.

"Mona, tum Bhaijaan se ab bhi bhi mohabbat kar thi ho. Tumhe hamesha unki parwa hogi..." He didn't care to defend himself. That's not why he was here. "Yeh dekho." He pulled out his phone, and took cautious steps toward the bed. Placing the phone on the bed, he hit play on a video clip.

Zoya stayed frozen in her spot, still apprehensive to have him so close to her. She wasn't sure why his presence was unnerving her so much, but she knew it had to do with reminding her of the time she spent in that awful house. Once Ayaan backed away toward the door again, she leaned forward to see what was on his phone. Zoya gasped...

A/N:

What could Ayaan be showing Zoya? Will Jami find out what happened?

Stay tuned! 😳

So that was Ayaan but he did not tell jamil about what happened between them
what was in ayaan'phone that zoya was so shocked after watching it
you said that asad will in next update but there was no asad
update soon this time

Originally posted by: allwaysasya

So that was Ayaan but he did not tell jamil about what happened between them
what was in ayaan'phone that zoya was so shocked after watching it
you said that asad will in next update but there was no asad
update soon this time

will read and reply later on
thanks for pm