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Hi All you lovely people,

Heres chapter 3 and the last part to this TS.😃

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Chapter 3

Zoya waited for Asad to come back thinking that as soon as his anger would subside he will, but he didn't. Evening changed to night and night gave way to morning. Zoya sat in the living room crying waiting for him to return but he didn't come back. Her eyes were red and puffy due to all the crying. She felt empty. She waited for him until afternoon and then started to panic "What if Asad has really left? What if he has actually left me and gone? No no he can't do that... he loves me... we belong together... he'll come back, he can't live without me, he'll come back." She tried to convince herself. She tried calling him but his phone was switched off. She called his office and was informed that he had not come in and had cancelled all his meetings the previous day. She waited until evening and then her heart started to believe what her mind said. She whispered to herself "Asad's gone... He left me...after all that we went through...after all the hardships we had to go through to be together...after all that we shared and all that we had between us, he left, leaving me alone." She kept whispering to herself. With that a fresh set of tears rolled down her cheeks. She got up from the couch and headed for his room. She opened his wardrobe and looked at it intently. She took deep breaths to take in as much of his sent as she could. It seemed to calm her and made her feel close to him. She caressed the clothes he had left behind trying to feel him. She took out one of his shirts and wore it feeling his fragrance encompass her. Mechanically she walked to his side of the bed and lay down taking deep breaths to calm herself with his sent that was in his pillow. That was the only place she felt close to him and slowly Zoya dozed off to a peaceful slumber.

She woke up with a start and realized her phone was ringing. She picked it up and thought Asad would be calling but the name that flashed on the screen washed her smile away. It was Dilshaad.

"Zoya... How are you beta? I've been calling you all morning. Is everything all right?"

Zoya looked at her watch and realized it was almost noon, with that the realization of being left alone by Asad came back hitting her hard "Phoophi..." she said with a sob.

"Zoya... kya hua beta? Why are you crying? Are you all right?"

"Phoophi...As.. As... Mr.Khan..."

Dilshaad smiled at the mention of her son thinking they had a fight again "Did you guys fight again? Did he scold you again Zoya? Don't worry beta I'll talk to him and scold him for making you cry."

"No Phoophi... Mr.Khan...he ... he left...he left me alone Phoophi...after all that we've been through and and after all that we have shared... he left me alone" She said in between sobs.

Dilshaad couldn't understand what Zoya told her. "Zoya beta don't worry he'll come back."

"No Phoophi...he was very angry and he... he left me... all alone."

"Zoya stop crying and give him the phone. I'll talk to him right now."

"Phoo...Phoophi Mr.Khan... I can't call him Phoophi ... he's gone...leaving me alone...he's gone Phoophi he's gone."

"Zoya I can't understand what you're saying. Please stop crying beta and wait for me. I'm coming."

"Phoophi please come soon. I'm alone Phoophi." With that Zoya's body wrecked with sobs she couldn't control.

Dilshaad reached Khan Villa in less than 30 minutes and was shocked to see Zoya's state. Zoya was sitting on Asad's bed with his clothes around her hugging his shirt close to herself and crying, pleading to Allaha to return her love, her Mr.Khan to her. Dilshaad entered the room and called out to her.

"Zoya????"

Zoya looked at Dilshaad and launched herself in Dilshaad's arms crying.

"What happened Zoya? Why are you crying? Has Asad scolded you for messing his room?" Zoya shook her head in denial. "Then what happened beta? Tell me everything."

Zoya told Dilshaad everything from the phone call Asad made to wish her to the point when Asad walked out the door leaving her behind, carefully avoiding the details about spending the night together. Dilshaad sat there tears rolling down her cheeks. She took Zoya in a hug trying to calm her down. Dilshaad was shocked at the way Asad behaved in his anger. He was so insensitive when he was angry that he lost his ability to think rationally in such times.

"Zoya, did you call him?"

"I did Phoophi...but...but his phone was switched off. I called his office also and they said he had cancelled all his meetings and was not there either. Phoophi he's left me and gone to New York."

"Bachchon jaise baatein mat karo Zoya... He loves you a lot and will never leave you alone like this." Dilshaad said trying to convince Zoya and herself that Asad would return. Dilshaad stayed with Zoya all day trying to change her mood and trying to contact Asad but to no avail. As evening turned to night Dilshaad realized that Asad was not coming back and had really gone to New York. She told Zoya to pack her things and come with her to Siddhique Mansion.

"No Phoophi. What if he comes back without informing me and finds me gone? It will result in a lot of misunderstandings. I will stay here and wait for him."

Dilshaad understood what Zoya said was right as she knew Asad's temper and especially where Zoya was concerned he had always been very judgmental. Dilshaad agreed and made Zoya lock every door and window in her presence and then left making Zoya promise to call at the slightest doubt of danger or insecurity. Zoya promised and hugged Dilshaad one last time. Zoya went back to Asad's room and lied on his bed hugging his shirt and she cried herself to sleep. Dilshaad called Zoya in the morning to check on her as worry for her son and Zoya was driving her crazy. Zoya sounded so broken that Dilshaad ended up at Khan Villa again for a full day trying to convince Zoya to move to Rashid's house which Zoya again declined. Soon days turned to weeks and Asad didn't come back and neither did he contact any of them. Zoya and Dilshaad kept calling him every few hours but his phone was always switched off.

On one side of the world, here in Khan Villa, Zoya kept waiting for Asad as her heart kept telling her that her love will return soon and this was the place she should be when he comes back. Her days were spent in waiting for Asad and every slight movement made her feel he has returned but soon she would realize it was her mind playing tricks with her. She would cook for the two of them and always made a cup of coffee for him too thinking if he came he would be happy to see his favorite cup filled with his favorite drink. Her nights were spent dreaming about Asad and the different scenarios in which they would reunite. She only had Dilshaad visiting her every alternate day to check that Zoya was fine. On one such visit as soon as Dilshaad unlocked the door calling for Zoya she froze in her track not understanding how to react.

On the other side of the globe Asad was always restless. He had not spoken to his mother, sister or his love, his Zoya in what seemed like years to him but had only been 2 months. In the beginning he was too angry with everybody to think rationally but soon had realized the mistake he had made. He wanted to call Zoya but didn't have the courage to do so after what he did to her. How could he have left her alone after all that they had shared and built around each other. He cursed himself all day for his foolishness and at nights his dreams of Zoya didn't let him sleep. He would see her smiling at him flashing her dimples, talking to him in her most animated way and her eyes twinkling with mischief. As days changed to months, he dreamt of Zoya crying, sitting all alone. He would wake up with a piercing pain in his chest and his sixth sense would tell him that the dream was not just a dream but it was reality. Asad tried to avoid this feeling but it kept tugging at his heart making him restless all the time. He was not able to remove the sight of Zoya all alone and crying from his mind. He tried everything to distract himself but his heart and mind would not let him. After fighting a battle within, Asad decided he could not carry on like this anymore and decided to return to his life, his Zoya. It had taken him a good 6 months to realize he couldn't live without her, no matter how hard he tried to keep himself away from her, he just couldn't. He had to apologize for the blunder he had made. Hoping she will forgive him Asad booked his tickets and packed his things to return where he truly belonged, to his Zoya, his better half. He smiled at that thought and remembered the time he had said those words to her.

Asad reached Bhopal early in the morning. After he cleared immigration he hailed a cab and headed straight for Khan Villa. On his way he kept thinking of ways to apologize to Zoya and what he would say to her after so many months. His heart sank at the thought of not finding her there. It had been 7 months he had not called her. He was not sure if she would still be there or if she would forgive him. He felt very guilty to have left her here without giving her a second glance when he had walked out the door. He felt a dull pain in his chest and felt tears pricking his eyes at the thought of having lost her forever. As soon as the cab parked outside his house he felt restless at the uncertainty of what lay ahead for him. He got off the cab taking out all his belongings from it. He paid the driver and the cab left him with his thoughts. He stood there trying to look for any movement or sound inside telling him that she was still there. He waited for what seemed like eternity and then with slow uncertain steps he entered the gate of the house that was once occupied by the three most beautiful women and the three most important people in his life. Asad felt the lump grow in his throat and tears threatening to fall from his eyes. Taking deep breaths to calm himself Asad treaded further into the driveway and just stopped at the site he saw.

It was another day that Zoya was sitting on their bench waiting for him to come back. She was sitting alone talking to herself. Like every day she was sitting on their bench and remembering all the good times she shared with her Phoophi, Tamatar and her Asad. She remembered their first meeting and how they had fought. How she had ended up living in his house against his wish and how finally they had fallen in love. With the smiles came tears remembering the three times that they were almost married and tears rolled down her cheeks. How she wished that at least one of those almost weddings had completed and they were married and he was here with her. She remembered how he had never trusted her and how he had finally left her all alone without looking back at her. Thinking about that evening she started sobbing and her body shook uncontrollably. She sensed his presence and her head shot up looking in all the directions but she realized he was not there. It was one of those times she felt his presence but knew he was not there. Thinking about him she wrapped his shirt around herself trying to draw his warmth from it.

Asad watched all this from a distance and he couldn't control his tears and they flowed down his chiseled cheeks. He took small measured steps towards their bench and stood a few feet away from her. In a soft voice he called her "Zoya". He saw her body stiffen, but nothing else. He called her name again with uncertainty "Zoya??" He heard her gasp and saw her move slowly and standup. He called her again in a broken voice "Zoya... It's me... Asad." He heard her trying to stifle her sobs and saw her body shaking. She slowly turned around to face him and Asad couldn't believe his eyes. There stood his Zoya with swollen red eyes but looking as beautiful as ever but there was definitely something different about her which he couldn't put his finger on. As his eyes lowered, trying to take her in completely a smile spread across his face seeing her wearing one of his shirts over her clothes. Zoya was clutching the collar of his shirt close to her face trying to calm her breathing. He moved forward and touched her hands tugging at them so he could see her face completely. As soon as Zoya removed her hands he froze at what he saw. He looked at her questioningly but she closed her eyes and more tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Zoya????" he said in barely a whisper.

She looked at him but couldn't say anything. She wanted him to hold her in his arms and confess his love for her. She wanted to hear those three words from him again and just melt in his arms forgetting all the pain she had been through in the last 6 months. She took a step closer to him "Asad..." Is all she said and he took her in his arms both crying with happiness to have found each other again. Asad was relieved as Zoya taking his name meant everything to him. In that one second Zoya made it clear to him that he was already forgiven and that she still loved him that she had missed him as much as he had missed her in the last 6 months. Slowly Asad moved away from her and looked at her with confusion in his eyes. He didn't know how to ask her what he saw. Zoya smiled at his confusion and said "This is you Asad, this is me." She took his hand and put it to her stomach and said "This is us Asad." His eyes widened with shock and he still couldn't say a word. Zoya rolled her eyes at him and smiled and said "This is our love Asad, our Baby." Asad gave her his widest smile possible and with tears rolling down his cheeks he kneeled down in front of her stomach. He wanted to caress her baby bump but his guilt didn't allow him to do so. He looked up at Zoya who understood his hesitation and just nodded her head for him to go ahead. He caressed her stomach and kissed it with tears running down his cheeks. "Hello Baby... it's me your Abbu. How are you? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry that I was not here with you earlier." The next few minutes all Asad could say was sorry. He removed his hand from Zoya's stomach and held his face in his hands and wept. He realized what he had done and it hurt him to no end. Zoya placed her hand on his shoulder to comfort him but was herself crying, seven months of separation and loneliness taking its toll on her. Asad kept saying sorry until his tears stopped. He again caressed her bump and said "I'm sorry baby, but now I'm here and will never leave you or your Ammi alone." He looked up at Zoya and said "I promise." He gently kissed and caressed her bump again. He got up and engulfed her in a hug being careful of her stomach. Carefully holding her hand he took her inside and looked around the house. It was just the way he left it. He noticed the table ready for breakfast and set for 3 people.

"Are you expecting someone for Breakfast Zoya?"

"Yes I am" she said with a smile and a twinkle in her eyes.

"Who, if I may ask" he asked with hesitation.

"You" she said and looked at the confused expression on his face.

She laughed at his expression and explained how she knew he would come back and wanted to be prepared when he arrived so she had been cooking for him too every single day. Asad felt his insides bursting with love for her and he held her tightly against his chest.

"But you have been living alone in this condition. Why didn't you call and tell me?" he asked her hurt.

Zoya lowered her eyes that were now brimming with tears and said "I didn't want you to come back to me because of the responsibility of a baby... I wanted you to come back to me for our love. Asad I tried calling you for the first few days after I came to know about the pregnancy but when I couldn't get a hold of you I left everything to Allaha. I knew he would bring you back to me. Moreover I didn't want to call you when you were angry as you only get angrier and things get messed up further."

Asad didn't have words to explain what he was feeling and just let his tears roll down his cheeks. Zoya wiped his cheeks and with a smile told him not to cry as they were finally together.

"But you have been living alone in this condition" He said and she shook her head in the negative.

Asad looked so confused that Zoya burst out laughing at his expression.

"Asad, Ammi... I mean Phoophi came to visit me every alternate day and when your Abbu recovered she came back here." She said with a smile on her face.

Asad's expression changed from shock to horror as he realized his mother knew about what had happened that night between him and Zoya all those months ago. Zoya saw his changing expressions and explained.

"Asad Phoophi had called the very next morning after you left... she came here as I was crying and she couldn't understand anything I told her over the phone. When she came I told her everything that happened from the phone call on her birthday to the time you left." Zoya tried to control her tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes any minute. "Not wanting to leave me alone Phoophi wanted me to go and live in that house, but I refused saying you will come back as soon as your anger cools down. She promised to come by every alternate day and be with me. On one such day when she came home she found me unconscious on the living room floor. She immediately called the doctor and the doctor told us that I was pregnant." Tears rolled down her cheeks remembering that day and how Dilshaad had been angry with them for having crossed their limits. Asad held her hand tightly in his, intertwining their fingers he looked at her and mouthed a sorry with tears rolling down his cheeks. She understood he felt guilty for having left her alone to face the consequences of what they had done together. She squeezed his hand and shaking her head told him not to cry. "Phoophi was very angry with me initially but still wanted me to go with her and live in Siddhique Mansion but then realized what that would mean and how we will not be allowed to take a single breath in peace once this truth was out. So we decided the best would be for me to live here with a maid to help me round the clock while she came to visit me every alternate day. Since that day it had been a ritual for her to come in every alternate day to be with me and look after me." She finished with a smile.

Asad was speechless and didn't have the courage to look in her eyes after realizing what all she had gone through all alone and not knowing if he would return or not she had still looked after their baby. Zoya saw his eyes brimming with tears and his body shaking trying to take in everything; she placed her hands on his cheeks and made him look up. She slowly leaned into him and gave him a soft kiss on his lips. Asad held her face and kissed her back gently. He opened his eyes and saw Zoya crying. He wiped her tears and said "Zoya I m very, very sorry for what I have put you through and I promise to never leave you alone. I know I tend to lose my temper at the drop of a hat and I don't think rationally and I always scold you and I always misunderstand you and I never listen to you and I never want to see things from your view point and I am extremely judgmental but I promise to take up anger management classes and whatever I can do to correct all these things in me." As soon as Zoya heard him she burst out laughing at his rambling. She leaned into him again and kissed him saying she and the baby will definitely change him for good.

They looked deep into each other's eyes and promised to be together forever and sealed their unsaid promises with the gentlest of kiss.

THE END

Love Always,

LoveOnlyAsYa

A/N: AAH finally the last part is up. Really hope you all like it. Please do leave your comments and hit the like button if you liked my story.

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