AsYA FF Jeenay Laga Hoon (New) Chap 4 pg19 updated 27/11 - Page 4

Chapter 2

Zoya, leaning on the railing of the jetty, stared blankly at the darkness of the black sky. Her eyes wandered from one bright star to another, assembling chaotic and slapdash conduits through them. The creek was unusually silent or perhaps it was the silence inside her which was increasingly prevailing around her too. Everything looked darker and, gloomier than ever. There was no light in any light, no action in any obsession, and no life in any life. There was only numbness around her, and there was this vagueness and warning signs of obliteration.

She finally settled her gaze at the moon; a thin mnnlich; like a dry twig of a date palm. It was shining despite the night as it always did, how is it possible for it to do so, Zoya wondered reflectively. Why is it so difficult for me to do so? Why cant I find a way out?

Ya Allah! Kia har mard meri zindagi mein ek azmaish ban kar aye ga? Kia mera koi maseeha nahi hai? Koi Charah-gar nahi hai? Kia zindagi hamesha isi tarha andheray mein doobi rahay gi? Kia meray naseeb mein hamesha zawal hi likha hai? Kia tu bhi mera asraa nahi baney ga? Tu tu sab ka hath thamne wala hai...'

( Oh Allah! Will every man in my life be a test for me? Is there no guiding star for me? Is there no director for me? Will life always be drowned in this darkness? Is my fate only filled with downfalls? Will You not support me? You are the one who holds all hands...)

She silently made it to the bench a few yards away and slumped down like a mislaid existence. It was eight in the evening and she thought the time was tricking by with an ever increasing velocity. She stared blankly at the calm and motionless water of the creek. There was hardly any resonance. Zoya, oblivious to what she was doing, made a pool of tears on her russet-mahogany shirt. She was in her maze of thoughts wholly lost in the depths of the web; losing the track of time completely. There was a disturbance, a voice, a male voice it appeared to be coming from far away but gradually it loudened and she realized it was coming from somewhere near.

"Crying aint gonna help?" She heard the voice again and snapped out of her thoughts. Her gaze was directed towards the source of the voice. She was a little startled to find someone sitting right next to her and she being so oblivious to that.

HE looked at her very intently before continuing, "They will only block your vision furthermore."

She smiled sacristy and shook her head.

"Crying aint gonna help hun?... then what is?... I have lost everything, love, trust, every relation, every connection. My career is at stake. My boss wants me to consummate with him in the next few hours or else he is adamant to bring me on the foot path before the first rays of dawn. I will lose my job. I will lose my family and here all you have to offer is this one liner.

crying aint gonna help?'

Then what is dear? What should I do if not cry? Jump into the water and end my life? Will that help?"

She bursted on him and then looked away. He kept silent observing her trying to hold back her tears.

"You cant do that..." It was almost only a whisper.

Zoya looked up at him and sighed in despair.

"I know."

"You will be even more weak once you start considering yourself one... life can never lock all doors on us. You can always turn the tables."

She went into another trance; staring yet again at the water and its blue. His voice very involuntarily reciprocated in her mind.

...You can always turn the tables...

...turn the tables...

Yes there was a spark. She looked at him but he was gone. Gone where? She ha no clue. Her eyes subjectively searched for him everywhere but came back rather nsuccessful in the end.

Who was he? What was his name? How he made it so easy for me?' Her mind was brimming with a thousand questions. But all thanks to the stranger she had a vague but at least an idea of wha she had to do now.

Zoya sighed heavily and gathered up her things and courage to head towards home.

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Zoya unlocked the door of her apartment and made inside very quietly. Upon entering her bedroom she whispered a name,

"Adil"

He was asleep on the bed, she neared him and sat on her toes. She carrassed the hain on his forehead admiring his angelic innacece. Placing a gentle kiss on his forehead she got up to go change when his hand tightly griped her wrist.

"Aj itni dair ho gi?"

(You got so late today.)

"Meri jaan abhi tak jag rahe ho? Aj bohat ziada kaam tha iss liye dair ho gayi. Ap ne khana khaya?"

(My love you are still awake. Had a busy day that's why am late. Did you have your dinner?)

He nodded.

"Why aren't you asleep?" She asked again.

"You know I cant sleep without you."

She smiled.

"Honey...mein abhi change kar ke ai."

(I'll just go and change.)

"Wont you eat?"

"Not hungry."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

She left before he could insist her to eat.

Zoya came back and took to her side of the bed beside Adil. He neared her and half hugged her. She gently started carrassing his back.

"Now sleep." She ordered. He placed a kiss on her cheek.

"I love you mom."

"I love you too mama ki jaan."

Adil, her five year old son was the entire world to her. He was the only one she lived for, loved for, cared for. She considered him the greatest blessing of her life.

That night and the next day was very difficult for her. She had to plan the rest of her future and play all her cards very smartly. One slpi and would be lost.

She couldn't just allow anyone to enter her life and make it a living wreck. Fate had left her no choice but to play with fire.

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Originally posted by: SaneWhispers

nice, so Adil is the son and that guy was probably Asad!!!!

Hi...Just came across this now...It seems very interesting😃 I always like to read somthing new...