ASYA SS: 3 years later. Completed - Page 9

So mean of Asad how can he say she is selfish? If she was selfish then she wouldn't have married ayaan it's only for Asad she sacrificed her faith & belief in marriage even after zoyaan crap she forgive Asad & went back to him. He only assured her that nikkah is not valid then how can he call her as his Bhabi? Hope whe she returns she shows some self respect than forgiving him & melting in front of him

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Originally posted by: Az07

So mean of Asad how can he say she is selfish? If she was selfish then she wouldn't have married ayaan it's only for Asad she sacrificed her faith & belief in marriage even after zoyaan crap she forgive Asad & went back to him. He only assured her that nikkah is not valid then how can he call her as his Bhabi? Hope whe she returns she shows some self respect than forgiving him & melting in front of him

You'll see why he said that soon :) but yes, i was just too mad because he didn't listen to Zoya pleading him to stay at the mazaar

Originally posted by: angel2930

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Here's an extremely long post, I hope it holds you guys up for awhile because my next post won't be til after the weekend unless I get time.

PART 5

All these years she never kept contact with anyone apart from Rehaan, her friend, her best friend, and her prince. Since they were little kids, they used to play dress up, he'd be the prince, while she was the princess. He still calls her princess, and for some reason it always calms her down, makes her feel like she's back in the older days where she didn't have to worry about anything other than her prince, Appi and Jeeju. She remembered when she was sixteen and would fight with Rehaan about not wanting to marry someone else, because she didn't want to leave her prince. Rehaan would laugh and tell her how if she didn't leave him then other princesses wouldn't marry him either. Zoya laughed as she remembered all this while walking down the beach.

She was handling a difficult case nowadays, and needed to relax so she came down to the beach for a little walk after grabbing herself some macaroons and a baguette. Her case was difficult because it required her to go back to Bhopal, as she was investigating the Rashid-Siddique Constructions. She didn't want to handle this case, but her advisor told her that if she refused this case now, she would have to leave the firm. Her previous case had lead to a curious missing person case in Bhopal, that was opened after the Gudiya Factory Sazish' and as Zoya was the lead in that case, she wasn't allowed to back out as she had the most information about the case and the company.

Zoya entered her apartment, threw her keys on the table, placed her gun and radio in the drawer and heard her phone ring. She let it go to voicemail, but when she heard it was Rehaan, she answered immediately. "Hello?" "Princess!" Rehaan exclaimed, and saw that Asad, Ayaan, Humeira and Haider looked at him with weird expressions. "I, mean Zoya! How are you?" "...Princess se Zoya? Kya baat hai Prince, is everything okay?" Zoya asked, with a lot of concern. Rehaan decided to put in on speaker, "Aisa kuch nahin hai princess, just wanted to give you some news," "News? Kaise news? Wait. Am I on speaker? Where are you Rehaan Farooqui?" This time she sounded stern. Anyone who looked at Rehaan now, could tell he was scared of her tone. "Zo..I'm in Bhopal, and yes you're on speaker, I'm at the Siddique Mansio.." he couldn't complete as he was interuppted by her questions, "what?! What are you doing there?! Kya huwa? Sab khair to hai nah? Phoopi? Dost? Oh my god, Rehaan! ANSWER ME."

Rehaan gulped, and said, "Calm down Farooqui, I'm trying to tell you what happened, will you just listen quietly?" She calmed down, but said, "firstly, take me off the speaker, then maybe I'll let you finish." He did as she asked, but looked with pleading eyes to everyone as he walked out of the hall, and continued, "Ok, Farooqui, ab batata hoon kya huwa, Phoopi had an accident, and Asad showed up; everyone thought you'd be with him but since you're not Phoopi, along with everyone else is panicking, and asking for you...I think you should visit her, considering you're coming here for the new file anyway, what say?" he was met with silence, "Zoya? Zoya?!" "huh? Ye..yes, I'll come there..but I won't meet anyone, I'll speak to Phoopi..Uh Rehaan, could you..you know..let me speak to Phoopi now?" "sure."

Asad had spent the last three years in Manhattan, he had be working furiously, and suceeded too, considering his New York branch hit skyrocket by ranking number one in America. He was published in the Forbes Magazine, as one of the most successful entreperneurs. But he didn't care for that, he didn't want any of this money, if he couldn't keep his mother or her with him, what was the money going to get him? He always thought that maybe, maybe Zoya could see his interviews, and his name and try to contact him. Newspapers always mentioned where he was going and where he would be next, he hoped that she would call him just once, and he'd tell her that he missed her. But the call never came. At that time, he was still mad at Zoya for supporting his mother, and abandoning him. Yes, he felt like she abandoned him, he felt like Allah would never let him be happy as He took away everybody. First his Abbu, then his Ammi and now his Zoya. He didn't think that Zoya would leave him at this point of time, but she did and he couldn't forgive her easily. But he had called her, a few times over the months, when he had let go of his ego but she never answered, either it was her voicemail or switched off. He thought that she was purposely avoiding him, which didn't make sense to him because he should be mad at her, not the other way around. Yet here he was trying to contact her, when she hadn't ever tried. His email accounts were a waste because ths company's system had been hacked and he hadn't been able to get a hold of all the emails from his previous accounts, and he didn't really remember her email id. But he thought, if she didn't have the decency to return his calls, why would emails be any different. He had left the house with these thoughts, he remembered the time when six months after he moved to New York he was talking to Ayaan at his usual coffee shop.

When he was speaking to Ayaan, he felt a weird sensation, he felt like he heard her heartbeat. Yes, it sounds stupid, but he did, he felt her prescence around him. He was going to look around when he heard Ayaan say her name, and tell him that she felt bad for leaving him at this time. The thoughts from the morning invaded his mind again, along with the weird sensation and Ayaan's defensive speech for Zoya, he lost it; he was pissed and he said, "Ayaan, why don't you get it, Miss. Farooqui will never understand me, infact I don't think she ever tried to. I always thought she was selfish and didn't understand what relations are all about, but somewhere in the middle I thought maybe, maybe I was wrong. But in the last few months, I know I'm right. She is the most selfish woman I've ever met, she didn't think twice before saying you can go alone Mr. Khan. Unhe ek baar bhi meri yaad nahin aayi? Khair wo sab pehle ki baat hai, ab mein unse kabhi bhi koi bhi rishta nahin rakhna chahunga. Aap dono ka to talaq bhi ho gaya hai na, bas who hi ek rishta tha unka mere saath, meri bhabhi ka.." "Bhaijaan ye aap.." but he was in no mood to listen. "Nahin Ayaan, enough is enough, I will never ever go back to her, ever. And I won't ever let her near me, she deserves to stay alone. Unhone kaha tha ki mein ek pathardil insaan hoon nah? Toh theek hai, ab mein pathar ka hi banjaaunga. Dekhte hain, ki wo kabtak mujhse door rahengi, jab wo mere paas bhaagti aayengi, mein unhe bata dunga ki wo mere liye ab koi maaiyne nahin rakhti. Now Miss. Farooqui, next time, I won't catch you when you fall, next time, I'll let you fall." He didn't know what got into him when he said that, he suddenly felt his heart beat louder, and louder but then it almost felt like it stopped. He felt like something was slipping away from him, this time he did turn around, and saw a shadow of a woman walking out the door, he whispered, "Zoya."

He felt his heart break all over again, he was in tears he looked back at Ayaan and said, "Why do I let my anger get the best of me? Ayaan, kya tumne mere peeche kisiko dekha?" Ayaan looked confused and said, "Nahin bhaijaan, aapke peeche koi nahin tha, kyun?" "Mujhe lagaki shaayad Z..Zoya wahaan thi.." "Laga?" "Pata nahin Ayaan, mujhe kuch theek nahin lag raha tha isiliye mein ye sab bol gaya" Ya Allah mujhe maaf karna, mein kabhi bhi apni Zoya ke baare mein aisa nahin soch sakta. "Bhaijaan..Zoya ka phone aaya tha," Asad at this time didn't listen because he got a call on his phone, he abruptly ended the call with Ayaan, packed his stuff up and headed out to the office.

A few days passed by, the weird sensations kept coming back, he felt like he was close to Zoya, he could feel her, he always looked around whereever he went hoping he'd bump into her. His heart kept saying something bad was going to happen, he tried to ignore it, until one day. On May 26^th, Asad was working late in his office, when he suddenly felt like someone had stabbed him. He couldn't breathe, he felt like he was dying. He couldn't understand what was happening to him. He could feel like his heart was bleeding, he got worried, he thought about Zoya right before he fainted. When he woke up he found himself surrounded by his staff and a doctor who said that his vitals were fine and he didn't understand what happened to him. He let it be and went back to work as usual, still not being able to get his mind off Zoya. Ever since then, he couldn't help himself, he kept emailing any and everyone who could tell him about her whereabouts. Appi and Jeeju outright refused him, and he wasn't willing to call back home to look for her. He started writing letters, he wrote one everyday and posted them to the Khan Villa, hoping that Zoya would read them and come to him. He wrote one everyday, even when he'd heard about his Ammi's accident, he wrote her a letter before he flew out.

He couldn't give up on her, on them, she was his life. No, she was much more precious than his life.

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Zoya landed in Bhopal, with her luggage in tow, she traveled via a private plane because CIA leaves no stones unturned when it comes to their agents. A car was provided along with an apartment for her conveniece. She called Rehaan and told him she landed and was going home, he knew her address so he informed everyone he was leaving for some work and went to visit her.

"Princess!" he screamed as he saw as Zoya ran towards him, jumped and hugged him tight. "PRINCE! I missed you so so much!" After their pleasantries, they got down to business, "So Farooqui, you have all the documents you need right, we need to make sure that once you enter the site, you control the time stamps and make sure that they don't know you're in their network. Don't let us down Cheetah," he smirked as he said the last line. "Of course not, Farooqui, I'll make sure that they don't see a thing, I'll make sure that the time stamps are manipulated so that there is no record, but what I don't understand is how is this related to Gudiya Factory, I mean I know Rashid Khan was involved in the fire mishap, but murder, I mean I know him and.." before she could complete, Rehaan said, "Don't mix personal life in this, I know this case is very sensitive to you, as you know most of the people involved in this but think about it this way, if you're right about Rashid Khan being trapped, you'll be able to prove his innocence."

After making Zoya understand, they decided that they would split up, Zoya will go to the factory to collect some evidence. Before she left, she remembered, "the bones..." "What bones princess?" "The bones that I saw with Mr. Khan at the factory! YES, that's it!" "What are you saying Farooqui?!" "Uffo, Doc, if you don't let me talk, how the hell are you going to understand? Buddhu kahin ka." "Acha, bata." "When I went there with Mr. Khan while looking for Phoopi's shooter, we saw Rashid Ahmed Khan there, near a grave, with some bones in it. It looked like he was trying to hide the skeleton, before we showed up, maybe the murder we're speculating about is actually true, and that Siddique actually did kill someone, and asked Rashid Khan to set the factory on fire to clean up after him?"

"OMG, it makes sense! Because Dost, I mean Rashid Khan was talking about how he was trapped, maybe this was it! Maybe Siddique did murder someone, and asked him to set the factory on fire, and trapped him by saying he killed the person?! Do you think this could be true, Doc?" Zoya exclaimed, wide eyed. "Hmm, if what you're saying is infact true, I don't want you to go alone, get the evidence team to ask a medical examiner to go with you, maybe they can tell you about the body, if it's still there. Because if Rashid Khan did commit the murder and was hiding the body, maybe he succeeded and put the body away in all these years? Eitherway, we'll split up, I'll go back to the mansion and try and look for more evidence, while you look at the factory and we both meet up here right in 6 hours. Got it?" "Okay," as they were walking towards the door, Rehaan said, "uh.. princess?" "hmm?" "maybe you could go meet.." "No Rehaan, I've already told you, I'm going to meet phoopi, bas. I'll try and finish the case in the seven days InshaAllah, and then I have to go for the meeting in DC then fly back to Paris, that's it." Rehaan knew better than to try an argue with here, especially when she had a gun strapped to her belt and a taser in her backpocket.

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I have to ask Rehaan where Zoya is, that way I could go meet her and maybe talk to her, tell her how I missed her, and how I couldn't live without her. Rehaan enters, he saw Mr. Khan approaching, so he walked towards him as well, Mr. Khan said, "Uh..wo..woh..actually," "pahahahahaha, omg. You're actually just like princess mentioned, woh actually hahahahaha" Rehaan laughed, he didn't fail to notice how Asad's face lit up when he said that Zoya has spoken about him, "Wo..nahin, wo.. I wanted to ask.. is..Is Zoya okay? I mean is she here?" "Yes, she landed four hours ago, she's here, she's good. Now can I go get some food?" Rehaan started walking, but stopped, turned around and said, "You know, I didn't think I'd see regret and guilt in your eyes, but it intrigues me, why do you feel guilty?" "uh..ji?" Asad asked, confused. Of course I feel guilty, but why didn't he expect that? "What do you mean by you didn't expect me to be guilty? Meine Miss Farooqui ko mere saath aane ke liye kaha tha, unhone mere saath aane se mana kar diya, phir mein unse kabhi nahin mil paya, lekin...lekin Rehaan Khuda gawa hai, ki meinne ye teen saal unke bina kaise guzaarey.." Asad's eyes were brimming with tears, "Toh phir aapne unse kabhi baat karna kyun nahin chaha? Let's say I believe you that you didn't hurt my princess, you didn't cause..I mean you did ask her to come with you, but when you left, why didn't you reply to any of her messages? Her calls? Her pleads? Itne saal kahaan the tum Asad? Kahaan tha tumhara ye pyaar?" By the end of this sentence, Rehaan's jaws were clenched, he looked beyond pissed, and he walked away.

He's right, where was I, why did I let her be? Why didn't I stay back even when she begged me at the mazaar? What came over me? Ugh. I need to get her back. I can't believe I made such a stupid mistake.

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