THIS UPDATE IS FOR THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN MY LOYAL READERS. GUYS TAKE THIS AS MY TOKEN OF THANKS. đ
I M TIRED OF REQUESTING. SO THERE'S NO POINT. THE ONLY WAY THAT I COULD COME UP WITH IS, I'LL P.M ONLY THOSE WHO WILL LIKE AND COMMENT. AS THERE'S NO POINT OF SENDING P.Ms AND BOTHERING PEOPLE WHO DONT EVEN READ.
THIS IS THE TURNING POINT OF THE STORY. OR I SHOULD SAY, THE REAL STORY BEGINS NOW. THE ABRUPT MENTION OF SOME INCIDENCES WERE INTENTIONAL AND THEY WILL BE GETTING CLEARER AS THE STORY WILL PROCEED. FROM HERE ON, STORY WILL REVOLVE AROUND ASAD. AND I WOULD REQUEST MY READERS TO BE PATIENT AS MY PLOT IS A BIT TRICKY, đ 
BITTER TRUTH IS BETTER UNSAID.. PART 1 The bright sunlight made her eyes open lazily. Zoya got up and stretched herself to start a new day. However, her surroundings were not so familiar. No pompy, no tobu,!she never slept without them. Where the hell she was? And what on earth was she doing on the floor! She looked around and found herself, not alone in the room. On the bed, was asad, sleeping peacefully due to the heavy medicine dose that she had given last night. Its was then when it hit her. It was asad's room. She might have slept here when she came to check on him yesterday. She saw his sleep was getting disturbed due to sudden brightness. Zoya quietly stood up to cover the curtain and was about to move when she felt a tug on her hand. She turned around to see what had stopped her and was surprised to see asad holding her hand firmly. She remembered what she saw last night. Were they exactly that, what she thought they were?
Not wanting to disturb his sleep, she sat back and put a blanket on him to block the sunlight. She couldn't help but adore this specimen of excellence. There was no wrath, no cruelty, no pain on his face. Just a simple guy sleeping serenely. Zoya didn't know what to do with this stupid heart of hers. It would behave in the worst of manner, every time asad was around. And to make the situation nastiest, he was holding her hand, as if not wanting to leave it ever. She once again looked at his face. His slightly tanned skin with a pinch of beard, giving him the look of a man, blended with his silky black hair. Loose strands of hair Kept falling on his fore head, making him frown. Zoya chuckled as she saw her akdu twitching his nose in annoyance. Where does this sweet angel vanish when he wakes up man!' Madam butterfly whispered, Not wanting to disturb asad. She ever so lightly, removed the cause of his uneasiness and ruffled his hair. His face, at the moment reflected innocence. Purity of a child that had no fears and worries. He was undoubtedly the personification of flawlessness. Zoya was helpless. Her eyes wouldn't budge. She stared, and she stared some more. He was truly the man of her dreams. Get a grip zoya, this is not what you are here for.' She came out of her trance as the reality struck her.
I have to get a hold on my self, before its too late.' Only if she knew, it was already too late.
...Knock!"Come in"
"zoya? You here?"
Anwar came in with a glass of milk and few medicines. However, he was not surprised to see zoya here. Well, he was a man with experience!
"Mmm yeah. Act. I came to see mr. khan"
She lied. There was no way she was going to tell she was here the whole night!
"Kaka, would you mind me asking something?"
"No dear, ask whatever you want to."
Anwar knew where the conversation was heading. So he just stood there, waiting for her to speak.
"Its tough, really tough to work with someone like mr. khan. I have seen many a times, his staff cursing him for being cruel to them, but I have never seen you speaking anything against him. Its rather other way around. Why? I mean, .."
Her brain failed to frame words. Man, this was harder than she thought!
"Because, he's a good man." He replied. Simple and clear.
"Oh no he isn't."
Zoya retorted at once. May be anwar kaka didn't know about the man behind the mask. He was anything but good.
"All you need is patience zoya. He is not what he pretends to be. I don't know what he has planned for you and I pray you are the angel we have been waiting for to save him"
she looked at him a little surprised. To save him? Wasn't she here to save rest of the world from him! Asad ahmed khan was certainly a mystery. A mystery that her heart wanted to get to the bottom of.
"I didn't get you."
"Let the time answer your questions dear. Now leave before asad wakes up."
She didn't know how to say about her tugged hand. So she just nodded and sat back. Making anwar snigger.
"Zoya, leave' means, you need to leave the room and not sit down! And I see, asad is not very much willing to let you go"
He laughed and eyed her, showing her their entangled hands.. Zoya couldn't have been more embarrassed. Her Rbcs Rushed and raced making her blush. She quickly detangled her hands and ran off. She hated her luck! Embarrassment always found her! Some way or the other! She had had to get embarrassed. Damn you luck!
Anwar kept the tray aside and gave a silent prayer to the almighty. Asad was now someone else's responsibility and he was sure, asad was under safe hands. He tapped asad's fore head affectionately and left.
... "Mr. khan there's some one on the door for you."
Zoya peeped in asad's room.
"Miss farooqui, how many times I need to tell you, not to come out of your room."
Asad said, not even looking at her.
"I just came to inform you sir."
She and the butterflies sighed. This man was better sleeping!
"I m informed. You can leave now. And yes, m coming downstairs in a min. " He replied, and continued looking at the laptop screen.
...
Asad came down the stairs slowly as his legs were still hurt. He stumbled a bit as he felt a sudden pain but before he could fall, the lady in the hall held him.
"Asad!" She shrieked in panic and ran towards him. However, asad for some reasons, jerked her hands off and balanced himself.
"Don't touch me" He said, in a tone that mirrored anger and hatred.
"Why are you doing this asad. Why are you hurting yourself."
He stayed mum and glared the floor. The lady's eyes watered up. She looked at his bandaged chest and hands. Infront of her, stood asad ahmed khan badly injured and hurt. She took his hand in her and stroked his cheek with other. And this time, to her surprise, asad didn't jerk. There was an awkward silence when the two eyes met.
"Asad what are you doing? Why are you doing this!"
The lady now cried letting her tears flow down uncared for.
Asad neither answered the question, nor broke the eye contact. He simply stood there with absolutely no emotions on his face.
"Asad, please talk to me. M sorry. I know My words have hurt you but beta please, atleast hear me out. Your silence wont help. We need to sort it out. Khamoshi halaat aur bigad deti hai" The lady begged.
"JINHE TANHAIYO KI ADAT HOTI HAI, UNHE KHAMOSHIYA ACHHI LAGTI HAI AMMI"
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M sorry I m not able to give individual replies. But I will, for sure.
Thanks you every one who commented and liked the last part! It really makes me feel good
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Maha : M not cutting out romance. The story now begins. you'll find enough asya romance dear đ
EXPLANATION In starting chapters, there's a part where I have mentioned asad's outfit as tshirt and three forths first and then ended up writing 'he threw his coat and tie'. AAct. the part was written in 2 diff. slot of time and I didn't read it before typing further. Its just my brain's error. M sorry for inconvenience.
I hope you'll enjoy this part.!
Edited by eshita.kabhi - 11 years ago
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