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Sooon

Originally posted by: --starstruck--

I'm working on it, the part will be an emotional roller coaster and so it's taking me a bit of time to pen down the thoughts and feeling perfectly! I'm really sorry for the delay.

waiting to read what will happend next

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Part 11

Zoya was too stunned to react or run away and even if she tried, escape was impossible with Razia in front of her and Tanveer at the back guarding the only route to her escape. She could only think of one person during such a time. She closed her eyes and whispered lightly as a tear rolled down her cheek,

"Asad!"

She waited for the sharp dagger to pierce into her heart, knocking the breath out of her. She waited for the excruciating pain but it never came. She slowly opened her eyes to see Rashid standing in between her and Razia, he had held the knife and effectively stopped it from taking Zoya's life. Zoya had no energy left to react in any way she hugged her knees and cried.

"Rashid!" Razia's eyes were filled with rage and she tried to struggle to get the knife back but Rashid was stronger.

"Nahi Razia Siddhiqui aaj nahi. Jo galti aapne 17 saal pehle ki woh main aapko dobara karne nahi dunga." He stared into Razia's eyes almost threatening her to fight.

"Waah, tumhare bhi parr nikal aaye." Razia's voice was laced with venom and hatred. Zoya looked at Razia and the expression she saw in her eyes reminded her of the woman in the doll factory. She had the same hatred in her eyes. She hid her face in in her hands and remembered the distant blurry memories of her ammi. Now that she understood her dream with more clarity she could also remember some old memories that were pushed in the back of her mind due to trauma.

"I did everything you said for 17 years of my life, I left Dilshad, I left my family, my own flesh and blood hates me and I didn't say anything but not today. You had shut me up pretty good all these years but now I've heard everything. I never knew you were capable of murder and what more you even snatched a mother from an innocent child? You made a 3-year-old an orphan? Can you ever imagine Humaira living without her parents all her life?"

Razia's eyes widened but not with guilt or fear. Humaira's made Zoya realize that she now had a sister too, no wonder she always felt a kind of pull towards her, no wonder she was always so protective of her.

"I did this all for my family. I had no intention of killing Zainab but she wanted what was mine. She thought she could just barge into our lives like a hurricane and disrupt it? She was dealing with Razia Ahmed Siddhiqui, she had to pay the price of playing with fire." She spat.

"And what is Zoya's mistake in all this?"

"Her mistake is that she is the illegitimate child of my husband." She yelled. Rashid looked at her and shook his head, there was absolutely no way in which she was going to surrender. She was not even a wee bit guilty of her act. Tanveer was getting increasingly irritated with the obstacle in their path. If it wasn't for Rashid Zoya would've been dead by now. She looked at the ground and saw the abandoned knife. She stealthily picked it up without anyone noticing it. It was time to take matters in her own hand. She looked at Razia and Rashid and then at Zoya. She moved closer to her and raised her hand to stab her but before she could do that she was pushed away. She landed on the ground and rubbed her arms which were bruised. Zoya could hear some commotion but she kept her head buried in her hands not wanting to see or hear anything more than she already had but when she heard the voice of the only person she wanted to see her head snapped up to see an enraged Asad looking menacingly at Tanveer who was lying on the ground.

"Don't even dare to keep your filthy hands on any member of my family." He said each word slowly in a dangerous low tone and saw Tanveer cowering a little.

"And you Mrs Razia Ahmed Siddhiqui, the police will deal with you. They will be here any minute." He then looked at Rashid and smiled. He didn't know how to thank him for not only saving his Zoya but also by informing him about Razia and her plans.

Asad was on his way to get to the dargah, for some reason he felt too restless and the restlessness refused to die until he made sure Zoya was in front of him fit and fine not a scratch on her body, not a hair out of place. As he drove his phone rang and he felt it was Zoya but his expressions changed and he went stiff when he saw that it was Rashid who was calling him, he had full intention of rejecting the call when he realized it might also be about Zoya and he pressed the call button without thinking twice. Before he could say hello he heard some ruffling noise and muffled voices, he increased the volume and what he heard made his heart constrict in his chest. He was suffocating and he opened the window to let the fresh air come in. What he heard was something he never thought he would hear. He was still in shock when he heard the sound of someone sobbing; he brought the phone closer to her ears. He couldn't forget the sound even if he wanted to. It was Zoya; his Zoya! The sound of her cry brought him out of the shock and he hit the gas to reach the dargah as soon as possible. On the way he even asked the IT guy in his company to track rashid's phone and get the location of the cell. Once he got the location which was very near to the dargah he was headed he informed the police and asked to come fast. He drove faster than he had ever driven before and prayed fervently to keep his Zoya safe and sound.

"Asad." Zoya whispered and got up. Her legs were shaking yet she managed to cover the distance between them and hugged him. Asad held her close to himself and smoothed her hair while she cried, she tried to speak but all he could hear was her sobs and hiccups. He cupped her face, flicking away the tears that refused to stop flowing and rested his head against hers. He mumbled sweet nothings in her ear and asked her to not speak anything. Soon Ayaan along with the police entered the alley. Zoya refused to look up at anywhere, she refused to see as the police dragged away the woman who had destroyed her childhood and the woman who was going to destroy her life as well.

"Asad please let's go home I want my phupi." She cried. Asad nodded and pecked her head, glancing at her father once before walking out with Zoya's head still resting on his shoulder.

oOo

"What? Where are they taking my abbu? Where is ammi? Ayaan what is all this? I want my ammi. Where is she? Why are they taking my abbu?" Humaira cried and walked behind the police constables who had come to take Gafur away. Gafur's face was hung in shame. He had been equally responsible for whatever had happened that night in the doll factory. Rashid had already spent his time in the jail and so he was not taken into custody but he was asked to not leave the country until the court hearing. Unknowingly when the phone fell from Zoya's hands the recorder was still on and everything that Razia had said in the alley was recorded in it. The police had taken the phone as evidence and on the basis of the same recording they had not taken Rashid into custody. Razia had very clearly said that it was she who framed Rashid with the murder in order to hide the felony she committed.

"Humaira let the police do their job." Ayaan held Humaira while she cried and kept calling out to her abbu. Gafur looked back once and motioned the constable to give him a minute.

"Humaira beta listen to Ayaan. Your mother and I had made a huge mistake and it's about time we pay the price of it. We kept a little girl deprived of her parents, of her family and Allah will never forgive me for that. I have left it up to Ayaan and Rashid to explain to you everything and I'm sure after listening to it you wouldn't want to see our faces. Although it would hurt us to see so much hatred in the eyes of our daughter and your hatred is justified. Just remember I always loved you and somewhere deep in my heart I know I loved your half-sister too. Shireen Humaira is now your responsibility, take care of her. I'm really sorry Humaira beta, I'm sorry." He whispered to her daughter and let the constables drag him to the jeep. He didn't want to leave his daughter but maybe this was his punishment. He looked up once as if seeking apology from Zainab.

oOo

The coming days were nothing short of drama, Humaira had locked herself up in a room, refusing to come out or let anyone in. She never thought her parents were capable of doing something so horrendous. Everything was so sudden and she didn't know how to react. Zoya had decided to pay her a visit and try to bring her out of her shell. She felt for her, she knew how it felt to have your parents snatched away from you all of a sudden. Humaira listened to her new found sister. Initially it was hard to believe that Zoya was her half-sister, no wonder she felt so connected with her. Zoya helped her bring out of her shell and also Ayaan who stayed with her throughout it all. He was the biggest support in her life.

Once the forensic department has studied the skeleton found in the doll factory, it was handed over to the Khans for the burial of the body. Zoya had even gone to meet her father. Although she was angry at him for not only leaving her mother and her but also for going ahead and helping Razia in her evil plans. Gafur was ashamed of his deeds and being the type of person who would forgive people easily she had forgiven him too. She had got the closure she wanted and she could finally move on now.

Asad and Rashid were on better terms than before although Asad still believed his father did cheat on her mother but he forgave him. He wanted to move on, he didn't want the dark shadows of his past to fall on his bright future.

Shireen realized that all along it was she who was the second woman in the life of her husband, it was she who had snatched away Dilshad's husband and not the other way round. She felt all her dreams shatter and she felt responsible for everything that happened with them. She wanted to go away from everyone but a heart to heart with Dilshad had calmed her down. Dilshad just like Zoya was too quick to forgive and forget. She made Shireen realize that even though she still loved Rashid but she would never think of snatching him from her, he had moved on, he had his own family and she would rather he stayed with them. She was quite happy and content with her small family. Everyone had realized that the father of Tanveer's baby was none other than Imraan and Nikhat and Imraan's wedding was called off immediately. Nikhat was in a state of shock but she was glad she came to know the truth before the wedding. She had decided to continue her studies further and not think about marriage at least not until she has made something of herself.

oOo

Zoya saw the men pour soil on her mother's grave and that's it, the dam broke, a sob escaped her lips. She had tried so hard to remain calm for everyone's sake. The past few days were so emotional, it was like an emotional roller coaster and she couldn't afford to breakdown when so many people needed her, her support. Her newly found half-sister, Shireen phupi, Dilshad phupi and Nikhat. She had controlled her emotions and kept her tears at bay but not anymore. Her ammi was murdered, she was gone, never to come back, her father was gone too. She couldn't help but curse her fate, she was alone, she is alone and she will always be alone; was all she could think of. Tears flowed down her cheeks relentlessly. She had come to india in the hope of finding her abbu but what did she find in return? Emptiness, Loneliness, Sadness, the heart-wrenching news of her ammi's murder. Her ammi was killed and why? Because she made the mistake of loving someone? That was her crime - Love!

Asad heard her sob, he looked at her and saw her tears. He had been so worried for her, even amidst so much chaos she had somehow managed to plaster a smile, though it was fake, it was a smile none the less. She had somehow managed to take care of the mess left behind by Razia. she was there for everyone, consoling them, comforting them, giving them the strength they needed. Instinctively he reached for her and took her in his arms. Zoya buried her face in the crook of his neck and cried her heart out, cried for her ammi who was gone, cried for her abbu who never wanted her, cried for her phupi who lost her husband and had to listen to everyone's taunts all her life, cried for her half-sister who found out the true identity of her parents, she cried for Shireen who had to live the life of a second woman, she cried for Asad who's best friend turned out to be a conniving woman and lastly she cried for herself. The pain was too much for her to handle.

Asad took in her sweet flowery smell to calm himself. He had to be there for Zoya when she needed him the most. Her sobs grew louder, Asad tightened his hold on her afraid if he let her go then she might break. Her tears, her sobs pierced his heart like a thousand pointed arrows. He felt so helpless, if only he could do something to soothe her. Take her worries and problems away and ease away her pain.

Everyone started leaving one by one, Asad even asked Dilshad and Najma to go back home as it was late. Zoya simply sat there beside the grave looking at it, her face expressionless, devoid of any feelings and Asad sat there beside her with his arms around her shoulder pulling her to him, giving her the comfort and solace she needed. When he realized they couldn't stay there anymore he helped her stand and made her walk towards their car; Zoya kept looking back at the grave thinking about how her life would've been if her ammi was alive, if her abbu was with her. She looked at Asad who smiled at her and she realized if she had had a normal childhood then she may have never met Asad and she couldn't imagine her life without her beautiful family in it.

oOo

Zoya sat on the bench outside Asad's room, she sat there looking at the sky. When she felt a hand on her shoulder, she immediately knew who it was, she could recognize his touch anywhere.

"I think you should sleep now, tomorrow is the court hearing." He whispered.

"But I don't want to sleep." She replied.

Asad picked her up in his arms and moved towards her room; he laid her on the bed and moved back but Zoya held his hand and said,

"Don't go. I'll have those nightmares again." Her eyes becoming misty. Asad couldn't see her so broken so he sat on the bed beside her, Zoya rested her head on his chest, just above his heart and visibly calmed. Asad patted her head rhythmically. She tried to concentrate on the gentle beating of his heart, Asad started humming an old lullaby that his ammi used to sing for him when he was little. The lullaby had always managed to calm him, soothe him.

Zoya could feel the vibration in his chest as he hummed an unfamiliar tune, that worked it's magic, she tightened her hold on Asad to make sure he doesn't go and slowly drifted off to sleep. Asad heard her breathing return to normal, he kissed her forehead, rested his head on hers and fell asleep.

oOo

Asad woke up when he felt the strong rays of sun fall on his face disturbing his sleep. He felt a petite body pressed up against him and saw it was Zoya. A small smile crept his face and he pulled her closer to him. He whispered slowly,

"Zoya your search is over and your days of sadness will get over today. I promise you I will always be there for you no matter what. Even if everyone leaves you, you will always find me by your side." He kissed her forehead and moved to get up only to be held back by Zoya. She had been awake all this time, she couldn't believe what she had just heard.

"Did you mean it Mr Khan?" she asked innocently.

"Yes."

"Will you be with me always?"

"Always."

"Even when I'm old and toothless?"

Asad laughed, trust Zoya to come up with her jokes even during a serious conversation.

"Yes Zoya even when you are old and toothless. And what about you? Will you be there with me even when I'm old and my six packs are gone?" he raised his eyebrow amusingly. Zoya thought for a few seconds and looked at him with wide eyes.

"Sick packs? Yeah I guess." She answered sadly.

"You guess?" he stared at her and she burst into giggles. Her laughter was music to his ears and he smiled too.

"I'm 100% sure!" she replied confidently. Asad sat beside her again taking her in for a hug. They sat there like that, lost in each other's arms planning and imagining their future together

~The End~ 😃

A/N - or should I say The start? Haha no there is no sequel it's just that I told mantaals that day that I hate to read the words "The End" so sohu said that for my fiction I should write The Start! LOL she is a bewdi such things are expected from her! Haha 🤣

So anyway heres the last part to this story and let me clarify to my new readers that I had written this long long long back I guess somewhere around the Holi episode so story is according to that, the characters are all according to the old QH. And maybe that's why I feel so emotional as I write this because I miss old QH. I still remember I wrote this SS because my soulsister Tanya wanted to read my Short Story so here Tanya I finished it FINALLY! 😆

Thank you all my lovely readers and spammers and even the silent readers thank you so much for loving this story so much.

@all the mantaals - I love ya'll! 🤗

And now don't expect any updates from me for a long time since I'll be busy preparing the Christmas gifts of all the mantaals and then I'm going for a Christmas vacation. So I'll see ya'll after 2 jan! 😃

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Love,

Sadie!😃

A good fitting end...or shall I say start😆...have a good christmas Sadie...🤗