ASYA FF - The Fault in Our Stars - ch 4 updated(12/12) - Page 2

CHAPTER 2

Pain has an element of blank,

It cannot recollect

When it begun, or if there were,

A day when it was not.

"Sh Zoya, everything will be okay" said Asad even though he had no idea which everything' he was referring to. He led her to the swing and made her sit. They were in the park now. The park which had seen its fair share of the good and the bad in their lives. He stood behind her and gently swung her, hoping it would calm her down. And then she started talking.

"I'm not alone. But I'm not wanted Asad! I've lived all my life being shuttled around like a freaking ball, and I thought it was fate, but today I found out that it's a different kind of fate. I am an orphan not by will of god, Asad, but by the will of my parents. They are alive, Asad, as they have been for the past 22 years. They gave me away because they didn't want me. They gave me away because I'm a girl."

The swinging stopped, and within seconds, Asad was kneeling in front of her, on his both knees, and with his eyes full of tears, he couldn't help but ask "Zoya, what are you saying? How do you know? And honey don't cry, please" his voice broke. He couldn't digest it.

This happens in a lot in movies and books. It may not seem quite as devastating when you hear about it. But when it actually happens to you or to a person who matters so much to you, the reality of the situation sinks in and pushes you down with such a force that you may never be able to see the world with the same perspective.

"Rani Ma told me. She told me because it's time for her to go. She's old and she thought I should know this, she couldn't die with it. "

"ASADDD!!! I feel...I feel, so much and nothing at the same time. I just want to scream, curse, at this fate that has been offered to me. Why Asad? Why? Why didn't they even give me a chance?"

There was nothing he could say that would make her feel better. Anything would have only sounded patronizing. And in a situation like this, there is nothing anyone can say. There was nothing right about the deed her parents had committed and there was no way he could justify it, especially when he opposed it the most.

All he could do was be with her. And that is what he did

He stood up, raising her with him. His thumbs flicked across her cheeks, once, twice, many times, till all her tears had gone. His palms surrounded her small cheeks and cupping her face, with a burning intensity in his eyes, he said "I'm here. Always."

And he brought her to the haven of his arms, letting her rejoice in the warmth of care, letting her forget about the horrible past, letting her know that only this matters and nothing more.

"I'm going to find them." she whispered.

He stiffened at those words. But he had expected this. This was Zoya after all. The girl with the big heart and the never-ending questions. This would only give her pain. But he would be there to take it all away.

"I'm with you." He said and hugged her tighter.

Both of them travelled to Mumbai the very next day, with hope in their hearts and resolve in their eyes.

They caught a taxi and made way into the interior of the city. The marketplace.

And luck had it that Zoya spotted a panipuri stall on the left. She had to stop.

Food made Zoya ecstatic. She believed that everybody worked so hard, and at the end of the day it was to feed their stomachs. Some did that well, some didn't. Some could do it better but some didn't want to. And golguppa. If anyone made a food pyramid based on taste and satisfaction, she vowed to put golguppa on top. Especially if she had it after bugging Asad and earning a very irritated look from him. It made it taste much better.

Asad didn't have a choice. Some things never change and this was one of them. So he made way to the stall as Zoya eagerly gulped down her idea of heaven.

In the bargain, her frown and concern over finding about her parents disappeared and was replaced by a dimple wala smile. With a golguppa in her hand, juice dripping on her chin, she beamed at Asad, and all his irritation forgotten, he beamed back.

BOOM!! The place reverberated with an explosion. And suddenly, there were too many people, running, crying, wailing. And Zoya was nowhere to be found.

Oh God. this was so shocking, her parents are just so inhuman, how could they give her away just for being a girl. I know sometimes a woman is pressurized in our society when a girl is born, but I THINK that if a woman stands up for her daughter then no one will be able to force their decisions on her.

Amazing truly... Very well written... Very eager to read the rest of the story.. :)

Originally posted by: Rarepearl

Oh God. this was so shocking, her parents are just so inhuman, how could they give her away just for being a girl. I know sometimes a woman is pressurized in our society when a girl is born, but I THINK that if a woman stands up for her daughter then no one will be able to force their decisions on her.

I just love Asad for being there to support & love her, though just as a best friend for now but still. he's the only one she has right now.

Now this blast. I hope Zoe doesn't get lost from Asad. please cont soon.

Love.

The Fault in Our Stars IS THE BEST BOOK EVER WRITTEN IN HUMAN HISTORY!
I can't express how much I love that book and I salute John Green!
I love your ff too! Please to update soonish and pm me!
-Afu

Very indirect... like it

i like this asad.. he is different

and zoya...

CHAPTER 3

Needle and thread, flesh and bone

Spit and sinew, heartbreak is home

Your suture lines sparkle like diamonds

Bright stars to light my confinement.

Frantic and desperate, Asad RAN. But Zoya was nowhere to be found. How? How was that possible? She had been in front of him, and within seconds, wisps of smoke had separated them. He ran, scurrying to find blood everywhere, dislocated bodies, unrecognizable faces and no Zoya.

To say he was scared would be an understatement. He was going mad. There were thousand emotions within him, his brain unable to decide on which to feel more; fear or worry. Sirens could be heard. Loud and irritating. Still no Zoya.

"ZOYAAA!!!!!!!!!!" Asad screamed like a madman. Nothing would happen to her. He sent up a prayer. His heart paced and his eyes scanned the now bloody marketplace, which seemed like a battleground with fallen heroes. Except that, that the heroes weren't the ones who lay there but the ones who had caused the ruckus. Because they had so cleverly ruined the normalcy of the situation within a few units of time.

"Zoyaaa!!!!" he screamed again. Everything hurt. And everything went blank.

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Before even she could blink her eyes, the smoke clouded her senses. And when she opened them, Asad was gone. Within few moments, the place had changed. Bloody and dirty, with debris scattered around. And no Asad.

A crowd came running towards her and she ran with it. Or did she? She was being dragged with the crowd. With no strength left in her, she struggled to break free. But fear does that to people.

"ASADDD!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed. But the noise was so great that she could barely hear herself. She was scared now. At the moment of fear, she didn't want to find her parents; she didn't want to ask them anything. She only wanted to see Asad.

"Asaddd!!!!!" she screeched. And everything went blank.

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His eyes fluttered open, and light entered his pupils. And everything came into focus.

"Where am I?" Asad thought to himself. And then the blast flashed before his eyes. "Zoya" he repeated to himself like a prayer. And he realized that he was in a hospital. On a bed among the hundred others around him, all writhing in agony, over wounds or loss of loved ones.

This brought him out of his reverie. He scrambled down. His head felt heavy but the burden his heart carried could beat that weight anytime.

"Zoya, where are you? I'm scared Zoya and I need you with me now. How I wish I'd never listened to you and come to Mumbai. How I wish I'd held your hand at the golguppa stand. If we had gotten lost, we would have gotten lost together. Please come back to me. I will find you. No matter what. I will." He told himself as he scurried along the hallway, peeking into every room all in an effort to spot Zoya.

But she was nowhere to be found. NO-BLOODY-WHERE.

The police standing at the hospital doors saw Asad searching like a lunatic, and in an instance knew that he was trying to find someone dear.

"What happened, my son? Who are you looking for? "They asked.

"Sir, I'm looking for my friend, Zoya. She was with me when the blast occurred. But I can't find her anywhere. Please tell me where she is. Please help me find her. Please sir, please." Asad pleaded like a child.

The policemen then pulled up a list and went through it. It had the names of most of the victims undergoing treatment in the hospital. Meanwhile Asad felt himself being pulled down in a hole. He was so worried. He remembered how she had beamed at him, with her dimples showing and the juice trickling down her chin. How she had looked up at him like he had gifted her a treasure chest. And how at that moment everything had felt right and he had beamed back, all irritation forgotten. And then it had all disappeared, the beautiful moment had broken like a glass wall shatters on force. Now they were only memories.

"Sir, sir!" the policemen shook Asad who seemed lost.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think your friend is being treated her. But there is somewhere else you might have to check." Saying so, he dragged Asad into the hospital.

Maybe hopefully, Asad walked with him only to be greeted by a board that read MORTUARY".

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING? SHE IS NOT DEAD. DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME.? I SAID SHE WAS MISSING.NOT DEAD. WHAT KIND OF PEOPLE ARE YOU. LET ME GO. I'VE TO LOOK FOR HER." Screamed Asad.

All the time that he had worried, such a sick thought had never crossed his mind. No way in hell could Zoya have di... No. he didn't even want to complete that thought.

"Sir, you may be right, but you will have to check. Please sir." Begged the policeman.

And somehow Asad was in the room now. As the guy lifted the covers one by one, he remembered how Zoya had once said, that when she died, she should die smiling. And she had been smiling.

BUT SHE WAS NOT DEAD.

"NO WAY. ZOYA IS ALRIGHT. I FEEL IT. SHE IS NOT HERE." ASAD SPOKE TO HIMSELF.

And he was right. Of the 300 bodies placed inside, Zoya was not one. Zoya was alive. But just not here.

"Sir, I told you. She's not here. Where is she?" asked Asad, a little relieved.

"We recovered all the bodies and all the injured were brought here, sir. So if she is not here, it could only mean one thing." Replied the man in a very grave voice.

"What is that?"

"Along with your friend 10 others are reported missing." Said the policeman, his tone becoming graver, As if it was possible.

"What could be worse than death," Asad wondered and asked "so?"

"She was kidnapped." Said the policeman.

"Kidnapped?" asked Asad, skeptic and shocked.

"Yes sir, she has been kidnapped by terrorists."

And it went blank again. Just a different kind of blank.

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