|AsYa FF| Destinies Intertwined Thread # 3 - Page 34

Lovely bonding between the couple..!! Just loved the update..

Originally posted by: anopama

asad is such a baby when he is sick
he liked the attention he got from zoya
dont matter how he pretended
continue soon

Yes! He liked being cared for 😉 Thanks for commenting 😳

Originally posted by: acklesmanic

Lovely bonding between the couple..!! Just loved the update..

Thanks Anjali 🤗

Originally posted by: stereohearts200

Alri8, I started reading this story yesterday and i just finished it off. Jeez! What's wrong with me? I've seen this thread come up a million times in this forum and I was never botgered to read but yesterday I was extra bored and I decided to try it out and I'm so glad I did! I've got one word for ur amazing writing skills, A.M.A.Z.I.N.G!!! You write so damn awesome! And not to mention the plot of the story is just fabulous! I swear if my mum hadn't yelled at me yesterday for being online too long I wud have finished the whole story yesterday, it was so good! I did find Asas quite a jerk but he never fails to surprise me too, I luv the way uve depicted his character in ur story and zoya, needless to say I luvd her character as usual. Not just these 2 but u've done a gr8 job with the depiction of all the characters u've included in this story, I really like zaroon's character too. I luv how ur developing asad and zoya's relationship by those tiny lil steps. Why do I feel like there mi8 be quite some drama to expect when 1 month of their nikaah completes?😉

U've done an amazingly fantastic job with this story and I really can't wait for the next updt already. Plz do updt soon! 😃

P.S. do u send pms? If u do, plz do add me to ur pm list! :😊

OMG! Your comment made me so happy for some reason! Seriously it made me write the upcoming update this soon warna sometimes, I'm so lazy when it comes to updating that it ain't even funny 😆
Sooo glad to learn that you liked the plot and the characters 😳 And yes they're building their relationship by small steps. I hope the pace is not too slow? 😕😳
And umm the end of the month is going to be a drama! Zaroon will be there, Najma's wedding and AsYa's divorce 😆 I think I've bitten more than I can chew 😆
Once again, thank you so very much! Update coming up in the next post 😉

Originally posted by: SmileyStar

Awww Another new reader?! I love when new people comment on my FF. Makes me feel incredible 🤗
Thank you so much Sweetie!! 😳

welcome 😊 your work truly deserves appreciation 😊

Another Chapter is here *waits till all the gasps have subsided and then continues* 😆 Actually this update is dedicated to the new readers of this FF. Apparently you sadist people really enjoyed a sick Asad and quite a few new readers commented on this FF 😃 Some just found this FF and caught on all the chapters, a few had been reading this before they joined the forum and some had read the first few chapters and lost track of this FF 😛 So this update is dedicated to you: angel2930, farz_parachute, jasminerose, manognasai, DevikaRavish, BeYourself and stereohearts200 😳 Thanks guys!

Now, for some reason, this update took a lot of time - not to write but to sort out in my mind. I just couldn't decide how I wanted to portray Asad dealing with this issue Anyway, I hope you guys like what I have finally written down, quite apprehensively I might add. And please let me know if you like it or not, It would seriously mean a lot to me 😳

And another thing, I keep forgetting the new Imran's face from the drama 😆 So I just imagine the actor/model Imran Abbas while writing the update. (Seriously this guy is way hotter 😆 ) So all those people who wished that I had chosen some other guy for Najma can imagine Imran Abbas with me 😉 Here's his pic for those who don't know him 😃

Chapter 19

"Asad, I've to talk to you about something important." Dilshad spoke up as soon as Asad entered her room late that night.

"Sure Ammi, what is it about?" He asked, sitting by the foot of the bed and placing his head in his mother's lap, smiling as she ran her fingers through his thick hair.

"It's about Najma."

"Really? What is it?" He asked in a mildly interested manner.

"Asad, what would you say if I said Najma wants to get married?"

Asad visibly stiffened as he raised his head from his Ammi's lap and looked at her gravely. "I would say she is still too young to be thinking of such stuff."

"But she is not so young now, Asad."

"Yes, she is. She's a child."

"In your eyes, beta."

"Ammi, can we come straight at the point? Why are you saying this all of a sudden?" He asked, getting frustrated.

"Asad, Najma likes a boy and she wants to get married to him. In a month." She dropped the bomb directly just as he had demanded. She knew beating about the bush was not the approach with Asad.

"WHAT?" Asad asked his Ammi in a hoarse whisper, his voice low with shock and disbelief.

"Yes Asad. I've been meaning to talk to you about this for a long time but I was afraid how you might react-" Dilshad began but Asad cut her off midsentence.

"Ammi, did you tell her off? Did you tell her what she wants is ridiculous?" He questioned in a barely contained voice.

"But Asad-"

"But Ammi? BUT? You're going to justify Najma's actions in front of me, instead of reprimanding her?" He gritted out in a frustrated voice, the muscle in his jaw jumping, threateningly.

"Asad, I know what Najma did is not morally correct but sometimes, these kind of things happen unknowingly, beta." Dilshad said softly, hoping to bring down his anger.

"Unknowingly? What do you mean, Ammi? One doesn't fall in love unknowingly! You only fall in love when you have full intention of doing so."

Dilshad was speechless for a moment by his bizarre logic but taking a deep breath, she started again. "Asad, whatever you say, it will not change the fact that Najma has fallen in love with a guy and we can't just ignore it."

"Ammi, there is no such thing as falling in love. This young generation has made a joke out of it. It has become a fashion to have boyfriends and girlfriends." He mumbled heatedly, running an angry hand through his hair. "But Najma? I didn't expect this from her. Isn't she familiar with the rules of this house? Doesn't she know that we don't support these kinds of immoral and untraditional activities?"

"Asad, whatever's done can't be undone."

"What is done shouldn't have been done in the first place, Ammi. And what's with this one-month-deadline? Is this all a joke?" He chewed his words out.

"Actually Asad, the boy, Imran's his name, got a job in America and he has to leave in a month. Asad, sit down and listen to the whole story calmly. We have to think of the best way to deal with this... but not when you're angry." She added.

"I've already decided how I'm going to deal with this." He bit out, agitatedly.

"NAJMA! COME TO AMMI'S ROOM THIS INSTANT!" He yelled in an authoritative voice. As soon as he did, Dilshad knew that her daughter was in serious trouble because Asad never called her Najma. He had been calling her Tamatar since she was a child.

A while later, a white-faced Najma shuffled into the room half-hiding behind Ayaan, with Zoya tagging behind them apprehensively.

Asad's livid eyes briefly scanned Najma before they came to rest on Ayaan's face. "I knew it. You are the one who always supports Najma in wrong stuff! Instead of scolding her like a big brother, you team up with her? Oh and now you have a new member in your team too, Miss. Zoya Farooqi!" He let out sarcastically, his voice dripping with fury.

"Bhaijan, I know Tamatar shouldn't have done-"

"IF YOU KNOW, THEN WHY IN HELL DID YOU NOT STOP HER?" Asad bellowed, shutting up Ayaan effectively for the moment.

"As for you Najma, you have disappointed me far more than I could've ever dreamt." His voice was almost pained as he addressed Najma in a comparatively quieter voice.

"Bhaijan..." Najma began, already on the verge of tears when Asad cut her off.

"You're not going to go to office from tomorrow onwards." He laid his verdict in a tone that showed that it was not open to arguments. Quiet tears streaked down Najma's cheeks on hearing this.

"Asad, think sensibly. What good will this do?" Dilshad questioned, looking anxiously at her daughter.

"Ammi, she'll stay at home for a month and forget about that guy!"

"Mr. Khan, you can't do that! Najma loves Imran. Staying at home for a month won't make her forget him! She's not a child and he's not some sort of a toy!" Zoya finally ventured in, unable to keep quiet.

"Miss. Farooqi, I would appreciate it if you keep out of this." Asad ordered. Zoya was about to retort but then thought better of it and relented. Her joining in this argument would only serve to rile Asad further and that was something she didn't want.

"Bhaijan, Najma has to get married one day! Why not to the boy she likes?" Ayaan questioned, getting slightly ticked off at Asad's behavior. Najma was fully crying now and Ayaan draped an arm around her shoulders as if to comfort her.

"Ayaan, you're the one who's spoiling her." Asad snapped. "I don't to hear one more word from you in Najma's defense."

"It's not about spoiling her, Bhaijan. If she likes a guy and wants to get married to him, it's her right! And as her family, she should support her."

"So you're asking me to get her married to whatever fool she had chosen for herself? Are you in your senses, Ayaan?"

"At least look into this matter, meet the guy and then decide if he's a fool or not. Like I did." Ayaan retorted fiercely. "We're not asking you to just get her married without giving it any thought... You're not the only one who loves Najma and thinks of her welfare, Bhaijan. We do too but the only difference is that we're not dealing with this matter blindly, in our anger."

Asad clenched his jaw and rolled his eyes heavenward, trying to control his building rage. "Ayaan, even if I do overlook the fact that she has gone against our morals and traditions, I cannot overlook the fact that she's too young!"

"She's going to turn 24 in some months."

"In other words, she's still 23."

"Bhaijan, girls do get married at 23. Najma is not going to be the first one."

"She damn sure isn't!" He roared.

"Ayaan's right, Mr. Khan. I just turned 24 a month ago." Zoya added quietly.

"I'm not ready to give my sister away yet! How hard is that for you thickheaded people to understand? And this discussion is over! Najma, you're not going to office from tomorrow onwards. Do I make myself clear?" Asad turned to his sister who was quietly crying the whole time.

"Please Bhaijan; Imran is a really nice guy. Meet him at least once-" She began but Asad cut in.

"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR A WORD MORE ON THIS IMRAN IN MY HOUSE AGIAN! DO YOU ALL HEAR ME? NOT A SINGLE DAMN WORD!" He yelled before turning on her heels and striding out of the room.

Zoya shook her head, looking at his retreating figure bewilderedly while Ayaan gave Najma a hug, telling her that he'll make things all right.

"Bhaijan will never agree." Najma let out between sobs as she cried on her brother's chest.

"I will make him agree. What do you think I'm here for, Tamatar?" He spoke gently to her. Standing up to Asad like this was something he had never done in his life and had it not been for his little sister's happiness, he would've never dared.

"Beta, give him time. I'm sure he will come around. It just came as a shock to him." Dilshad added, stroking her hair. "I'm afraid; I was a bit too direct to Asad about this."

"You would've gotten the same reaction no matter how you told him, Ammi." Zoya pointed out, sighing.

"But Ammi, we have so little time. It's already the 10^th of this month today." Najma cried.

"Tamatar, we'll do something. You have to trust us. In fact, I'll talk to Mr. Khan myself... Make him see sense. I like Imran and I've decided that I want him as my brother-in-law." Zoya ginned impishly at Najma. "Now, wipe your tears because together we'll make this wedding happen."

***

Zoya knew better than to go to Asad's room when his anger was its peak. She was contemplating whether she should sleep with Najma tonight when she heard a crash from Asad's room. Curiosity getting the better of her, she quietly went to his room and peeked inside and was baffled by the sight she witnessed. Broken glass pieces littered the floor of the room. Asad was standing next to the broken dressing table mirror, his fisted hand on its frame and his head bowed. His entire frame seemed to be quivering with anger. She noticed a stream of blood steadily trickling down his wrist of which he seemed unaware.

"Mr. Khan. Your hand... it's bleeding." She gasped entering the room but he stopped her midway by answering in a steely whisper, without turning. "Go away. I want to be alone right now."

"But Mr. Khan-"

"Didn't you hear me? I want to be alone!" He repeated, his voice trembling with barely suppressed anger.

"Your hand is bleeding, Mr. Khan." She told him in a shaky voice.

"DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE?" He bellowed, turning around and making his way towards her. She moved back but he caught hold of her arm.

"Get out and stay out, Damn it! I don't want to hurt you." He hissed as he dragged her along with him to the door and threw her out. She looked back as he banged the door shut on her face and the clicking sound of it being locked, followed suit.

"Bhabhi?" Ayaan's voice reached her ears before she felt his comforting hand on her shoulder. She turned around to find Ayaan and Najma looking at her sympathetically.

"Ayaan, Mr. Khan..." Zoya began worriedly.

"I know, Bhabhi. Bhaijan's anger is like this. You'd better sleep with Najma tonight. It's best to leave him alone at time like these."

"Yes Zoya. Bhaijan gets out of control in his anger... This is all my fault." She whispered, tearing up.

"Stop blaming yourself Tamatar. This would've happened whenever you decided to get married. Bhaijan's scared of letting you go, don't you realize?" Ayaan asked her softly and something clicked in Zoya's mind. Asad was scared of letting Najma go.

"But Ayaan, I can't leave Mr. Khan like this."

"You have to, Bhabhi. He'll end up hurting you if you try to approach him right now. Leave him alone until morning."

"Aren't you worried at all that he'll hurt himself? He's in such an uncontrollable state and you want me to leave him just like that?" Zoya asked him incredulously.

"You can't do anything right now, Zoe. He doesn't listen to anyone when he's mad. He needs some time alone to calm himself down." Najma tried to make her understand. "Share my room for the night."

"No Najma, I can't. I can't leave Mr. Khan like this. I can't leave him when he needs my support. He has always been there for me whenever I needed him. I can't leave him alone when he's suffering."

"But Bhabhi, what can you do?" Ayaan asked baffled.

"I don't know." Zoya shook her head worriedly, "I just know that I can't leave him alone in there. Can't you people see what's wrong with all this? He needs someone's emotional support. Every time there is any sort of problem, you people let Mr. Khan lock himself inside his room and allow him to kill another part of himself so that the next time, he'll feel even less pain. There's no wonder why he is the way that he is..." There was another resounding crash from inside the room and Zoya cringed. "I'm going in. He's going to hurt himself further."

"But how will you get in, Zoe?" Najma asked distraughtly.

"Ayaan?" Zoya pleaded for help.

"There's a window. Come, I'll show you."

***

Zoya quietly lowered herself down from the windowsill into the pitch-black room, waiting impatiently for her eyes to get used to the darkness. After a while, she was finally able to make out his figure sitting on the floor against his bed with his legs against his chest and his head on his knees. Seeing him like this worried her.

"Mr. Khan?" She whispered, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

She felt him stiffen under her hand before he turned to glare at her with enraged eyes, disbelief etched on his face. "What are you doing here? How did you get in here?" He whispered in a dangerously low voice, getting to his feet in the process.

She had witnessed his fury before but never of this magnitude. Anger seemed to be radiating off his body in waves. She began doubting her decision of coming here as she looked into his shouldering eyes.

"M-Mr. Khan, I-I came-"

"Get out!" He bit out.

"I-I didn't come here to get out." She answered hesitantly. "This is my room too. Where else am I supposed to sleep?"

"There are so many extra rooms in this house. Sleep in any one of them." He said rudely.

"I get scared alone."

"Miss. Farooqi now is not the time to get on my nerves." He hissed.

"I'm not trying to. I've just come to sleep in my room." She said as innocently as she could.

"This is not your room! This is ONLY my room, you hear?" Anger glinted menacingly in his deep brown eyes.

"This is my room too. I'm your wife."

"I don't consider you my wife." He snapped, his body heaving with anger.

"But the world does." She threw his line from a couple of days ago, back at him.

"Don't try to get smart with me. GET OUT!" He bellowed - his patience with her waning dangerously low.

"Mr. Khan, please listen to-"

"Get out of here before I hurt you." He cut in a steely whisper.

She felt a shiver run down her spine but she quietly stayed where she was. Giving a growl of frustration, Asad grabbed her arm and once again proceeded to drag her out of the room when her knee banged with the leg of the bed. Seeing this as an opportunity, she gave a yelp of pain and collapsed on the floor but as she did, a shard of mirror scratched her palm, cutting it a little.

Asad let out a snarl and ran a hand through his hair. "I told you to stay away from me, damn it! Why don't you ever listen to me?!" He threw the words at her like daggers, seeming more frustrated than sorry.

"I guess I should keep sitting for a while. My knee hurts." She said in a small voice though she didn't feel any pain.

"Keep sitting here, then. I'm going out." He spat.

"Mr. Khan, at least hand me an ointment or something." She pleaded.

He stared at her doubtfully. "It didn't seem like you hit it that bad."

"Oh really, Mr. Khan? This is my leg and I feel my own pain alright? And look, my hand's bleeding too." She answered, getting a bit bolder.

He continued staring at her without moving an inch. If looks could kill, she would've died a thousand times on the spot.

"The first aid box, please Mr. Khan."

Reluctantly he got the box and threw it lightly in her lap.

"Mr. Khan, can you please put a bandage on my palm. I can't do it with one hand."

"No!" He snapped, "Do it yourself." He had seen that the cut was just a scratch.

"Please Mr. Khan, I know it doesn't look bad but it's stinging." She fibbed.

Unwillingly, he opened the wrapping of a bandage strip and pasted it on her hand. As soon as he was done, Zoya grabbed his hand and examined his wrist where the glass had cut him. He roughly pulled his hand away.

"Don't you hear properly? I asked you to leave me alone." He hissed.

She again caught hold of his hand, ignoring his angry look and began cleaning his wound gently with an antiseptic. After a while, he gave up and stopped trying to pull away. As she was dressing the wound, she asked in a low voice.

"Are you worried about Najma, Mr. Khan?"

He bristled in anger and attempted to pull his hand away but Zoya firmly clasped it.

"Why would I be worried? I'm angry at her." He finally said.

"I think you're worried Mr. Khan and you're trying to mask it under your anger."

"Why would I be worried?" He repeated between clenched teeth, his frustration building again.

"Because you don't know how to deal with this scenario." She answered quietly. "You can never deny your family any happiness they want, Mr. Khan. They just have to name it and you give it to them... Then what is stopping you from giving the same to Najma?"

"What she wants isn't good for her." He stated bitterly.

"How can you say that, Mr. Khan without knowing anything?"

"I'm her older brother. I know what's good for her and what isn't."

"Mr. Khan, are you scared of letting Najma go?" She asked him softly instead.

"What? I'm not scared!" He let out indignantly.

"I think you are."

"You are wrong then!" His voice got low, foreboding Zoya that his anger was returning..

"Mr. Khan, what is wrong in admitting that you're scared when you clearly are? Why do you mask all your emotions under anger? Anything happens and the only response from you is anger. Why Mr. Khan? Why don't you show your worry, fear, hurt, frustration or anything for that matter? Why only anger?" Zoya queried, getting slightly ticked off.

"I don't need to answer to you!" He spitted out.

"Then don't. But make sure your fear doesn't come in the way of Najma's happiness."

"I'M TELLING YOU I'M NOT SCARED OF ANYTHING!" He bellowed.

"You are, Mr. Khan. Just admit it!" She said shrilly. Why didn't this man understand his own emotions?

"FINE! I'M SCARED!" He exploded and then continued in a voice that got higher with every word. "I'm scared of letting my baby sister go. I'm scared that whomever she wants to marry won't keep her as happy as I do. I'm scared of letting her out of my eyesight. Is there something wrong with it?" He shouted towards the end.

"No, Mr. Khan. There is nothing wrong with it. Every loving brother thinks like that." Zoya whispered as tears filled her eyes at the pain in his voice.

"I am scared, Zoya. I'm scared as hell." He confessed in a sudden whisper and Zoya clasped his hand firmly between her's, massaging it soothingly as a tear escaped her eye. Words failed her at that moment and she knew it was better to keep quiet right now than give suggestions that would only serve to rekindle Asad's anger.

They sat there quietly for a while, both trying to sort their thoughts out, Zoya's hand cradling his hand in her lap and her thumb swirling over his hand unconsciously in a comforting manner.

After a while, Asad said quietly. "I'm going to bed."

"Of course, Mr. Khan." She nodded, releasing his hand with a blush.

She watched his worn-out figure slump on the bed without pulling the covers over himself; closing his eyes tiredly as if the day weighed down on him. Zoya quietly covered him properly with a blanket and moved towards her sofa, an inner satisfaction enveloping her heart on her decision of coming here instead of running off to Najma's room.

This was the first step towards understanding Mr. Khan and she was now sure that with a little more coaxing and understanding she would be able to get him to agree to Najma's wedding...

***

Asad barged inside the room, labeled "Mr. Imran Hassan Qureshi" paying no heed to the receptionist pleading for him to wait and let her inform her boss first.

He watched as the good-looking young man behind the desk raised his eyes from the file and looked at him with mild interest.

"Asad Ahmed Khan." Asad said as a way of greeting, not wasting time with pleasantries.

Imran's eyes lit with acknowledgement and when the receptionist entered behind Asad, complaining about the stranger's impolite behavior, he merely waved her off, getting to his feet in respect.

"Mr. Khan, it's a pleasure to finally meet you." He smiled, looking unsettled by Asad's glowering gaze.

"I'm afraid I can't say the same." Asad spat.

"Please, Mr. Khan. Have a seat! What will you have? Tea or coffee?"

"I'm not here for some pleasant chitchat! I'm just here to warn you to stay away from my sister!" He growled.

"Mr. Khan, will you please take a seat and talk with me calmly? I have desired a meeting with you for so long." Imran pleaded politely.

"I'm not here to waste my time with you. I'm just here to warn you. Stay away from Najma otherwise my rivalry won't be pleasant for your career." Asad hissed. "My one phone call can destroy your career, you understand?" He let his threat hang in the air.

"Mr. Khan, please try to understand. Najma and I love each other."

"I have said what I came here for." Asad bit out and turned to leave the room leaving Imran to shake his head sadly. Najma wasn't exaggerating about her Bhaijan's temper...

***

So here it is! I know it isn't that long but that's how much I can write after a tiring day at university But Hey! Look how quickly I updated. I'll try updating on Sunday next Insha'Allah! 😃

Leave loads and loads of love behind in the form of your comments 😉 And please leave your reviews. It would mean a lot especially since this chapter required a lot of mental effort for my miniature brain 😃

Love,

Fari ❤️

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"Asad, I know what Najma did is not morally correct but sometimes, these kind of things happen unknowingly, beta." Dilshad said softly, hoping to bring down his anger.

"Unknowingly? What do you mean, Ammi? One doesn't fall in love unknowingly! You only fall in love when you have full intention of doing so."

Dilshad was speechless for a moment by his bizarre logic but taking a deep breath, she started again. "Asad, whatever you say, it will not change the fact that Najma has fallen in love with a guy and we can't just ignore it."

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Brilliant update loved the way zoya handled asafs anger