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Posted: 11 years ago

Zoya Farooqui woke up to a loud thunder, frightened. The memories of that fateful night came back.They haunted her and she wondered if she'd ever escape them. She got up and ran towards Asad's room. She didn't bother to knock, simply barged in screaming. Asad woke with a start, his eyes squinting to see a shivering Zoya clutching his bedspread.

"Miss Farooqui!? Miss Farooqui what's wrong?" he asked her, surprised to see her scared our of her wits.

"Kuch maath poochye (dont ask me anything), just hold me," she said.

Asad did as she asked taking her into his arms as she clutched at him tightly. He ran his hand up and down her back, soothingly, in an attempt to calm her down, but she just kept shivering, terrified. Then, tucking her head in his breast, hiding her face, she timidly slid her hands along his sides.

Asad breathed in deeply at her hands making small movements against his body, his hands holding her more tightly to him. Bolder, Zoya tightened her hold on his torso, pressing herself further into him.

"Do you ever feel trapped in a dream, not knowing which way is out? Or if it is a dream, at all, Mr.Khan?" her trembling voice asked him.

He blinked, her question catching him off guard, and closed his eyes tightly, as it dawned on him what was bothering her.

"It's the dreams of the fire isn't it?" He asked and she looked away her chin tucking into her chest in avoidance but he lifted her chin with his forefinger and made her look at him.

She turned her head away as if avoiding to answer.

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Posted: 11 years ago

Zoya Farooqui woke up to a loud thunder, frightened. The memories of that fateful night came back.They haunted her and she wondered if she'd ever escape them. She got up and ran towards Asad's room. She didn't bother to knock, simply barged in screaming. Asad woke with a start, his eyes squinting to see a shivering Zoya clutching his bedspread.

"Miss Farooqui!? Miss Farooqui what's wrong?" he asked her, surprised to see her scared our of her wits.

"Kuch maath poochye (dont ask me anything), just hold me," she said.

Asad did as she asked taking her into his arms as she clutched at him tightly. He ran his hand up and down her back, soothingly, in an attempt to calm her down, but she just kept shivering, terrified. Then, tucking her head in his breast, hiding her face, she timidly slid her hands along his sides.

Asad breathed in deeply at her hands making small movements against his body, his hands holding her more tightly to him. Bolder, Zoya tightened her hold on his torso, pressing herself further into him.

"Do you ever feel trapped in a dream, not knowing which way is out? Or if it is a dream, at all, Mr.Khan?" her trembling voice asked him.

He blinked, her question catching him off guard, and closed his eyes tightly, as it dawned on him what was bothering her.

"It's the dreams of the fire isn't it?" He asked and she looked away her chin tucking into her chest in avoidance but he lifted her chin with his forefinger and made her look at him.

She turned her head away as if avoiding to answer.

Asad put his hands on her cheeks and turned her face to him, "Not this time, Zoya. Let me in."

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Posted: 11 years ago

Zoya Farooqui woke up to a loud thunder, frightened. The memories of that fateful night came back.They haunted her and she wondered if she'd ever escape them. She got up and ran towards Asad's room. She didn't bother to knock, simply barged in screaming. Asad woke with a start, his eyes squinting to see a shivering Zoya clutching his bedspread.

"Miss Farooqui!? Miss Farooqui what's wrong?" he asked her, surprised to see her scared our of her wits.

"Kuch maath poochye (dont ask me anything), just hold me," she said.

Asad did as she asked taking her into his arms as she clutched at him tightly. He ran his hand up and down her back, soothingly, in an attempt to calm her down, but she just kept shivering, terrified. Then, tucking her head in his breast, hiding her face, she timidly slid her hands along his sides.

Asad breathed in deeply at her hands making small movements against his body, his hands holding her more tightly to him. Bolder, Zoya tightened her hold on his torso, pressing herself further into him.

"Do you ever feel trapped in a dream, not knowing which way is out? Or if it is a dream, at all, Mr.Khan?" her trembling voice asked him.

He blinked, her question catching him off guard, and closed his eyes tightly, as it dawned on him what was bothering her.

"It's the dreams of the fire isn't it?" He asked and she looked away her chin tucking into her chest in avoidance but he lifted her chin with his forefinger and made her look at him.

She turned her head away as if avoiding to answer.

Asad put his hands on her cheeks and turned her face to him, "Not this time, Zoya. Let me in."

"It, it was everywhere, Mr. Khan," she sobbed, her tears falling effortlessly now.

Edited by mochhug - 11 years ago

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Posted: 11 years ago

Zoya Farooqui woke up to a loud thunder, frightened. The memories of that fateful night came back.They haunted her and she wondered if she'd ever escape them. She got up and ran towards Asad's room. She didn't bother to knock, simply barged in screaming. Asad woke with a start, his eyes squinting to see a shivering Zoya clutching his bedspread.

"Miss Farooqui!? Miss Farooqui what's wrong?" he asked her, surprised to see her scared our of her wits.

"Kuch maath poochye (dont ask me anything), just hold me," she said.

Asad did as she asked taking her into his arms as she clutched at him tightly. He ran his hand up and down her back, soothingly, in an attempt to calm her down, but she just kept shivering, terrified. Then, tucking her head in his breast, hiding her face, she timidly slid her hands along his sides.

Asad breathed in deeply at her hands making small movements against his body, his hands holding her more tightly to him. Bolder, Zoya tightened her hold on his torso, pressing herself further into him.

"Do you ever feel trapped in a dream, not knowing which way is out? Or if it is a dream, at all, Mr.Khan?" her trembling voice asked him.

He blinked, her question catching him off guard, and closed his eyes tightly, as it dawned on him what was bothering her.

"It's the dreams of the fire isn't it?" He asked and she looked away her chin tucking into her chest in avoidance but he lifted her chin with his forefinger and made her look at him.

She turned her head away as if avoiding to answer.

Asad put his hands on her cheeks and turned her face to him, "Not this time, Zoya. Let me in."

"It, it was everywhere, Mr. Khan," she sobbed, her tears falling effortlessly now.

"I feel like I'm there...In the dreams, that I'm burning up and it hurts so bad and then I see this on my arm," she said pointing to her scars "And I know it's not just a dream, I lived this."

Edited by cclove - 11 years ago

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Posted: 11 years ago

Zoya Farooqui woke up to a loud thunder, frightened. The memories of that fateful night came back.They haunted her and she wondered if she'd ever escape them. She got up and ran towards Asad's room. She didn't bother to knock, simply barged in screaming. Asad woke with a start, his eyes squinting to see a shivering Zoya clutching his bedspread.

"Miss Farooqui!? Miss Farooqui what's wrong?" he asked her, surprised to see her scared our of her wits.

"Kuch maath poochye (dont ask me anything), just hold me," she said.

Asad did as she asked taking her into his arms as she clutched at him tightly. He ran his hand up and down her back, soothingly, in an attempt to calm her down, but she just kept shivering, terrified. Then, tucking her head in his breast, hiding her face, she timidly slid her hands along his sides.

Asad breathed in deeply at her hands making small movements against his body, his hands holding her more tightly to him. Bolder, Zoya tightened her hold on his torso, pressing herself further into him.

"Do you ever feel trapped in a dream, not knowing which way is out? Or if it is a dream, at all, Mr.Khan?" her trembling voice asked him.

He blinked, her question catching him off guard, and closed his eyes tightly, as it dawned on him what was bothering her.

"It's the dreams of the fire isn't it?" He asked and she looked away her chin tucking into her chest in avoidance but he lifted her chin with his forefinger and made her look at him.

She turned her head away as if avoiding to answer.

Asad put his hands on her cheeks and turned her face to him, "Not this time, Zoya. Let me in."

"It, it was everywhere, Mr. Khan," she sobbed, her tears falling effortlessly now.

"I feel like I'm there...In the dreams, that I'm burning up and it hurts so bad and then I see this on my arm," she said pointing to her scars "And I know it's not just a dream, I lived this."

Zoya that happened years ago and I know those memories haunt you, but you have to try to replace them with happy moments.

Edited by -Shayari- - 11 years ago

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Monica

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Posted: 11 years ago

Zoya Farooqui woke up to a loud thunder, frightened. The memories of that fateful night came back.They haunted her and she wondered if she'd ever escape them. She got up and ran towards Asad's room. She didn't bother to knock, simply barged in screaming. Asad woke with a start, his eyes squinting to see a shivering Zoya clutching his bedspread.

"Miss Farooqui!? Miss Farooqui what's wrong?" he asked her, surprised to see her scared our of her wits.

"Kuch maath poochye (dont ask me anything), just hold me," she said.

Asad did as she asked taking her into his arms as she clutched at him tightly. He ran his hand up and down her back, soothingly, in an attempt to calm her down, but she just kept shivering, terrified. Then, tucking her head in his breast, hiding her face, she timidly slid her hands along his sides.

Asad breathed in deeply at her hands making small movements against his body, his hands holding her more tightly to him. Bolder, Zoya tightened her hold on his torso, pressing herself further into him.

"Do you ever feel trapped in a dream, not knowing which way is out? Or if it is a dream, at all, Mr.Khan?" her trembling voice asked him.

He blinked, her question catching him off guard, and closed his eyes tightly, as it dawned on him what was bothering her.

"It's the dreams of the fire isn't it?" He asked and she looked away her chin tucking into her chest in avoidance but he lifted her chin with his forefinger and made her look at him.

She turned her head away as if avoiding to answer.

Asad put his hands on her cheeks and turned her face to him, "Not this time, Zoya. Let me in."

"It, it was everywhere, Mr. Khan," she sobbed, her tears falling effortlessly now.

"I feel like I'm there...In the dreams, that I'm burning up and it hurts so bad and then I see this on my arm," she said pointing to her scars "And I know it's not just a dream, I lived this."

Zoya that happened years ago and I know those memories haunt you, but you have to try to replace them with happy moments.

"How, Mr. Khan, how does one forget, something which one doesn't even remember..." she asked him, looking up at him, expectantly.

Edited by mochhug - 11 years ago

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Posted: 11 years ago

Zoya Farooqui woke up to a loud thunder, frightened. The memories of that fateful night came back.They haunted her and she wondered if she'd ever escape them. She got up and ran towards Asad's room. She didn't bother to knock, simply barged in screaming. Asad woke with a start, his eyes squinting to see a shivering Zoya clutching his bedspread.

"Miss Farooqui!? Miss Farooqui what's wrong?" he asked her, surprised to see her scared our of her wits.

"Kuch maath poochye (dont ask me anything), just hold me," she said.

Asad did as she asked taking her into his arms as she clutched at him tightly. He ran his hand up and down her back, soothingly, in an attempt to calm her down, but she just kept shivering, terrified. Then, tucking her head in his breast, hiding her face, she timidly slid her hands along his sides.

Asad breathed in deeply at her hands making small movements against his body, his hands holding her more tightly to him. Bolder, Zoya tightened her hold on his torso, pressing herself further into him.

"Do you ever feel trapped in a dream, not knowing which way is out? Or if it is a dream, at all, Mr.Khan?" her trembling voice asked him.

He blinked, her question catching him off guard, and closed his eyes tightly, as it dawned on him what was bothering her.

"It's the dreams of the fire isn't it?" He asked and she looked away her chin tucking into her chest in avoidance but he lifted her chin with his forefinger and made her look at him.

She turned her head away as if avoiding to answer.

Asad put his hands on her cheeks and turned her face to him, "Not this time, Zoya. Let me in."

"It, it was everywhere, Mr. Khan," she sobbed, her tears falling effortlessly now.

"I feel like I'm there...In the dreams, that I'm burning up and it hurts so bad and then I see this on my arm," she said pointing to her scars "And I know it's not just a dream, I lived this."

Zoya that happened years ago and I know those memories haunt you, but you have to try to replace them with happy moments.

"How, Mr. Khan, how does one forget, something which one doesn't even remember..." she asked him, looking up at him, expectantly.

"I know it will be hard but I'm with you and I'll help you through it," he replied taking her hands in his.

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Monica

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Posted: 11 years ago

Zoya Farooqui woke up to a loud thunder, frightened. The memories of that fateful night came back.They haunted her and she wondered if she'd ever escape them. She got up and ran towards Asad's room. She didn't bother to knock, simply barged in screaming. Asad woke with a start, his eyes squinting to see a shivering Zoya clutching his bedspread.

"Miss Farooqui!? Miss Farooqui what's wrong?" he asked her, surprised to see her scared our of her wits.

"Kuch maath poochye (dont ask me anything), just hold me," she said.

Asad did as she asked taking her into his arms as she clutched at him tightly. He ran his hand up and down her back, soothingly, in an attempt to calm her down, but she just kept shivering, terrified. Then, tucking her head in his breast, hiding her face, she timidly slid her hands along his sides.

Asad breathed in deeply at her hands making small movements against his body, his hands holding her more tightly to him. Bolder, Zoya tightened her hold on his torso, pressing herself further into him.

"Do you ever feel trapped in a dream, not knowing which way is out? Or if it is a dream, at all, Mr.Khan?" her trembling voice asked him.

He blinked, her question catching him off guard, and closed his eyes tightly, as it dawned on him what was bothering her.

"It's the dreams of the fire isn't it?" He asked and she looked away her chin tucking into her chest in avoidance but he lifted her chin with his forefinger and made her look at him.

She turned her head away as if avoiding to answer.

Asad put his hands on her cheeks and turned her face to him, "Not this time, Zoya. Let me in."

"It, it was everywhere, Mr. Khan," she sobbed, her tears falling effortlessly now.

"I feel like I'm there...In the dreams, that I'm burning up and it hurts so bad and then I see this on my arm," she said pointing to her scars "And I know it's not just a dream, I lived this."

Zoya that happened years ago and I know those memories haunt you, but you have to try to replace them with happy moments.

"How, Mr. Khan, how does one forget, something which one doesn't even remember..." she asked him, looking up at him, expectantly.

"I know it will be hard but I'm with you and I'll help you through it," he replied taking her hands in his. She felt herself smile, despite her tears, as it dawned on her that he truly did care about her more than he let on.

Edited by mochhug - 11 years ago

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Posted: 11 years ago

Zoya Farooqui woke up to a loud thunder, frightened. The memories of that fateful night came back.They haunted her and she wondered if she'd ever escape them. She got up and ran towards Asad's room. She didn't bother to knock, simply barged in screaming. Asad woke with a start, his eyes squinting to see a shivering Zoya clutching his bedspread.

"Miss Farooqui!? Miss Farooqui what's wrong?" he asked her, surprised to see her scared our of her wits.

"Kuch maath poochye (dont ask me anything), just hold me," she said.

Asad did as she asked taking her into his arms as she clutched at him tightly. He ran his hand up and down her back, soothingly, in an attempt to calm her down, but she just kept shivering, terrified. Then, tucking her head in his breast, hiding her face, she timidly slid her hands along his sides.

Asad breathed in deeply at her hands making small movements against his body, his hands holding her more tightly to him. Bolder, Zoya tightened her hold on his torso, pressing herself further into him.

"Do you ever feel trapped in a dream, not knowing which way is out? Or if it is a dream, at all, Mr.Khan?" her trembling voice asked him.

He blinked, her question catching him off guard, and closed his eyes tightly, as it dawned on him what was bothering her.

"It's the dreams of the fire isn't it?" He asked and she looked away her chin tucking into her chest in avoidance but he lifted her chin with his forefinger and made her look at him.

She turned her head away as if avoiding to answer.

Asad put his hands on her cheeks and turned her face to him, "Not this time, Zoya. Let me in."

"It, it was everywhere, Mr. Khan," she sobbed, her tears falling effortlessly now.

"I feel like I'm there...In the dreams, that I'm burning up and it hurts so bad and then I see this on my arm," she said pointing to her scars "And I know it's not just a dream, I lived this."

Zoya that happened years ago and I know those memories haunt you, but you have to try to replace them with happy moments.

"How, Mr. Khan, how does one forget, something which one doesn't even remember..." she asked him, looking up at him, expectantly.

"I know it will be hard but I'm with you and I'll help you through it," he replied taking her hands in his. She felt herself smile, despite her tears, as if dawned on her that he truly did care about her more than he let on.

It was in that moment, Asad decided to do something to bring a smile to her face.

Edited by -Shayari- - 11 years ago

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Posted: 11 years ago

Zoya Farooqui woke up to a loud thunder, frightened. The memories of that fateful night came back.They haunted her and she wondered if she'd ever escape them. She got up and ran towards Asad's room. She didn't bother to knock, simply barged in screaming. Asad woke with a start, his eyes squinting to see a shivering Zoya clutching his bedspread.

"Miss Farooqui!? Miss Farooqui what's wrong?" he asked her, surprised to see her scared our of her wits.

"Kuch maath poochye (dont ask me anything), just hold me," she said.

Asad did as she asked taking her into his arms as she clutched at him tightly. He ran his hand up and down her back, soothingly, in an attempt to calm her down, but she just kept shivering, terrified. Then, tucking her head in his breast, hiding her face, she timidly slid her hands along his sides.

Asad breathed in deeply at her hands making small movements against his body, his hands holding her more tightly to him. Bolder, Zoya tightened her hold on his torso, pressing herself further into him.

"Do you ever feel trapped in a dream, not knowing which way is out? Or if it is a dream, at all, Mr.Khan?" her trembling voice asked him.

He blinked, her question catching him off guard, and closed his eyes tightly, as it dawned on him what was bothering her.

"It's the dreams of the fire isn't it?" He asked and she looked away her chin tucking into her chest in avoidance but he lifted her chin with his forefinger and made her look at him.

She turned her head away as if avoiding to answer.

Asad put his hands on her cheeks and turned her face to him, "Not this time, Zoya. Let me in."

"It, it was everywhere, Mr. Khan," she sobbed, her tears falling effortlessly now.

"I feel like I'm there...In the dreams, that I'm burning up and it hurts so bad and then I see this on my arm," she said pointing to her scars "And I know it's not just a dream, I lived this."

Zoya that happened years ago and I know those memories haunt you, but you have to try to replace them with happy moments.

"How, Mr. Khan, how does one forget, something which one doesn't even remember..." she asked him, looking up at him, expectantly.

"I know it will be hard but I'm with you and I'll help you through it," he replied taking her hands in his.

"And I can never ask you to forget it, Zoya - it made you the strong woman that you are today." he smiled at her.

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