Hello peopleđThis time I am here with an OS on the current track..like how I want it to happen but guess it never will!The OS stars from the scene where Asad says this time Rashid has snatched his mother from him and I have used a scene from the episode where Dilshaad had slapped Asad for filing a complaint against Rashid and Zoya had gone to Asad's room to pacify him.Does that ring a bell?I have also used similar dialogues to recreate that moment.
Hope you guyz like it as much as I enjoyed writing itđđłThis has been running in my head since watching yesterday's episode,I wanted to post it yesterday night only,but had an exam today,so I had to delay it!But now here you go!
A little warning peepz!I am not at all good at handling emotional stuff,so bear with me here,ok?
Disclaimer: All the characters belong to 4lions and 4lions only.This is just a figment of my imagination.
Healing Through The Night
Zoya stood unable to move as Asad left to his room.She could not believe what just happened.How could Phoopi..her phoopi..be so insensitive towards her own son whom she loved the most?How could she do this..to her Mr.Khan?She wondered helplessly as to what could she do to erase what happened in the past hour,to erase what phoopi said.How will she ever mend this?What would she say to Asad?
Zoya slopped down on the sofa,silent sobs racking her body.She needed to do something..anything that could lessen Mr.Khan's pain.Should she talk to Phoopi?Zoya rejected the idea as soon as it came to her mind.Phoopi was not in her proper state of mind to understand what she had to say,considering even Mr.Khan's pain did not bother her.The thought itself was so excruciatingly unbelievable that it made Zoya choke.No,she wont talk to Phoopi..at least not now..the first thing she needed to do was get Asad out of this pain somehow.To get him to talk..share his pain.Zoya stood up,determined to support Asad all the way no matter whatever comes in the way.
15minutes later,Zoya knocked softly on Asad's door holding two cups of coffee in her hands.No response,as predicted.Zoya took a deep breath and decided to use her old trick.
Thankfully,Asad's window was open,as Zoya kept the two cups on the headstand and silently entered the room.There Asad was,sitting on the floor,his head resting on the bed.A shudder went down Zoya's spine just seeing him like that,all torn and rejected.She steeled herself and walked towards him with the coffee.
Zoya brought the cup in front of Asad but he didn't move a bit.
"Mr.Khan,please yeh coffee le lijiye"
Asad threw the coffee on the floor but this time Zoya was prepared.
"Allah miah whats wrong with you Mr.Khan?Maine itni mehnat karke aap ke liye ye karwi coffee banayi,aur aap ne to aise jhatakdi jaise ki coffee isn't your cup of tea" she said lightly.
The next moment,Zoya was utterly surprised as Asad threw himself on her arms and hugged her as if life depended on it.Zoya was dumbfounded,but as she felt Asad's soft sobs onto her shoulder,she let go and hugged him with equal might.
"Mr.Khan..please..aap aise mat kijiye.mai aap ko aise nahin dekh sakti hoon..please Mr.Khan",her voice broke in the end.
"Mere saath hi aisa kyun hota hai Zoya?Kyun khushiyaa itni jaldi mujhse rooth jati hai?Abhi to sab thik hua tha na,to phir yeh sab kyun ho raha hai?" Asad mumbled into her hoarsely.
Zoya just held on to him,letting him know that she was there for him,to listen to him,to hold him when he needed her the most.
"Ammi mujhe chod ke kaise jaa sakti hai Zoya?Woh..woh janti hai na mai unke bina nahin jee sakta?Jab bhi ammi kisi rishteydaar ke yahan jaati hai,mai sari raat bas kaam karta rehta hoon Zoya..kyunki mujhe neend hi nahin aati.woh jaanti hai yeh Zoya..mai sounga kaise unke bina?"Asad was crying uncontrollably.."Who kyun jana chahti hai us ghar mein..jahan unhe dukh aur beizzati ke siva kuch nahin milega..kyun?" he sobbed out painfully.
"Aise mat boliye Mr.Khan..meri baat suniye..dekhiye meri taraf"..Zoya pushed him away from her with the little strength she still had.
She held his face and looked into his deep,pain-stricken eyes.But before she could say anything,Asad said in a dejected voice,"Aap yehi kehne wali hai na ke mujhe unki baat samajhni chahiye thi?aur aise react nahin karna chahiye tha?"
Zoya was hurt hearing this but she knew where his insecurities came from.She just shook her head and held Asad's both hands in hers."Mr.Khan mai aisa kuch nahin kehne wali thi.Mai jaanti hoon is baar phoopi jo karne ki soch rahi hai,woh sahi nahin hai.Is liye nahin ki unhe apni zindagi apne tareeke se jeene ka haq nahin hai,balki is liye kyun ki who jis insaan ka saath dene ka soch rahi hai,who waqt aane par phoopi ka saath nahin denge"
Asad looked at her flabbergasted..is this the same Zoya who he thought was irresponsible and insensitive?How could she understand that man so perfectly when his own Ammi did not?Her next words answered his unspoken question.
"Haan Mr.Khan,maine dekha tha us din jab Ayaan ki ammi sab ke samne phoopi ko badduayein de rahi thi,tab bhi who wahi khade the..chupchap tamasha dekh rahe the.Ek baar bhi unhone phoopi ke liye kuch nahin bola.Phoopi sochti hai who unse mohobbat karte hai,aur shayad sach mein karte bhi honge,lekin unme phoopi ko protect karne ki na to taqat hai,aur na hi himmat."
"Lekin Zoya,ammi yeh kyun nahin samajh rahi hai?Kyun unko dikhai nahin de raha ke woh aadmi unhe dard ke alava aur kuch nahin de sakta?" Asad asked desparately.
"Mr.Khan aap ko yaad hai mai kehti thi ke is ghar mein mujhe aap Najma aur phoopi ke abbu lagte hai?"..Zoya smiled through her tears.."Shuru shuru mein mai ye Mazak mein kaha karti thi,lekin yahan itne din rehne ke baad mujhe pata chala ke aap sach mein is ghar ke abbu hai Mr.Khan.Jab Najma ko guidance ki zaroorat thi,tab aap is ghar ke abbu bane..Jab phoopi ko ek sahare ki zaroorat thi,tab aap is ghar ke abbu bane.Aur aap ko pata hai,abbu ka ek kaam aur bhi hota hai?"
Asad was totally absorbed in her words.He never thought about it this way,Zoya was definitely teaching him new lessons of life every day.
"Abbu ka kaam hai ke who apne bachho ko galti karne se roke,unhe sahi raasta dikhaye.Phoopi ek galti karne jaa rahi hai Mr.Khan,aur aap ko hi unhe rokna hoga"..Zoya paused,looked at his eyes and then continued,"aur ek insaan aur bhi hai,jiske liye aap abbu se kam nahin hai.Ayaan Mr.Khan..ek baar sochiye use kaisa lagega agar phoopi wahan jaake rahengi to..yeh uski ammi ki bhi to zindagi ka sawal hai.Mai maanti hu unhone har ek mauke par phoopi ki beizzati ki hai,lekin Ayaan ke liye to who unki Ammi hai na?Ab uske baare mein bhi aap ko hi sochna hoga.Kyun ke uske abbu to abhi kisike bhi baare mein nahin soch rahe hai shayad.Aapko strong hona hi parega..agar koi is situation ko thik kar sakta hai,to woh sirf aap hai Mr.Khan.Samajh rahe hai na aap?"..Zoya asked sternly.
Asad nodded in a daze,unable to say anything,moved beyond imagination by Zoya's words.She was right,he couldn't break..not now when his family needed him.He is going to turn around and fight back..for his Ammi..for his siblings..for what was right.
Zoya saw the look of steely determination in his eyes and she knew she had succeeded in getting him out of his misery.Now his focus had shifted on how to get his family's happiness back.
She shoved the second cup of coffee into his hands as she stood up,ready to leave.But Asad held her hand,"Kya aap aaj yahan mere saath ruk sakti hai Miss.Farooqui?Please?",he begged in a quivering voice.
Zoya's heart swelled with love and affection for this man sitting in front of her,at that very moment she realized how far had he come into loving her,depending on her,leaning onto her support.And she promised herself that she will never let him down,never leave him alone,even if it means going against everyone else.She sat down again beside him and smiled.
Asad looked at her eyes for some time and before Zoya could realize what was happening,he lay down on her lap and closed his eyes holding her waist tightly.Zoya put her hand on his head as a single drop of tear fell from her eyes.
Zoya stirred sleepily as the sound of Fazr Azan rang through her ears.She tried to move but felt Asad's hand still on her waist,holding her in place.She realized they had slept through the night holding each other like this on the floor.She sighed,the wound was deep,and healing was a time consuming process.But feeling the immense trust that Asad had put into her,she knew the healing had already started.
Good?Bad?Throw whatever you want to,I wont mindđłAnother thing,the dialogues are mostly in hindi because it just came out like this naturally.I will translate into English later if everybody likes it!đ
Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon
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