Broken Trust : an AsYa FF - Page 2

interesting.

Originally posted by: divc

Okay you have me hooked , what did Asad do 😲 Great start , looking forward to your next update. Do pm me 😳 ! x

Nice start
Asad & zoya as doctors
Both fought & zoya coming back
Plz continue soon
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Thanks

Hey,

Hi everyone. I'm back with Chapter 2 of Broken Trust. Please be patient with me, I have to deal with some backstory first. Hope you enjoy it. As always constructive criticism is welcome. Take care..

☢️Sageflower7☢️

Chapter Two : Cold feet

'Ladies and gentlemen, this is your head steward speaking. We are now entering Indian airspace. We will be landing in New Delhi Indira Gandhi International airport in under 2 hours. Visa and arrival cards will be passed around shortly. Thank you.'

Zoya was chuckling at her inflight movie with her seat neighbour, little Anjali when the announcement sobered her. They had been watching Tangled, and they were amused with the scene where Rapunzel kept regretting her decision to leave the tower and run away with Flynn Rider. Her neurotic back and forth reminded Zoya of herself throughout this flight.

Every hour or so, she berated herself for doing this, coming back. A remembered humiliation etched in her heart, betrayal , a pain so intense her insides hurt. She could not eat a bite without feeling like throwing up. Then she remembered Aditi, Kabir, Dhiren and Preeti. Aditi and Kabir are getting hitched. They were more than friends to her, they were her family.

Aditi and Kabir were the only reason she still had hope for love and the institution of marriage. Kabir had fallen for Aditi right from the start, in college. While Aditi took her time, his love was steadfast and loyal. When they finally were betrothed in their 3^rd year of medicine, it was such a celebration for the gang. Every fight they had involved all 5 of them, that's how close they were. Oops, not 5 but 6 of them.

Stop Zoya! Us ke baat soch ye mat!! , she mentally shook her thoughts away from the obvious direction it was going.

Looking for a distraction for her thoughts was easy. She did not look forward to being back in the same vicinity of the Siddiqui Mansion. Or its vile contents. She had successfully broke all ties with that house 2 years ago. She relished her independence , to rely only upon herself, not to depend on anybody's reluctant goodwill. Her coward of a father , Gafur Ahmed Siddiqui, had no hold over her now. After he pulled the rug from under her feet and left her in a ditch, figuratively, she had to claw and struggle her way up, but come up she did.

Zoya's mother died tragically in a fire when Zoya was 4 years old. She was sent to an orphanage, Anwarul Quran Madrasa, where the kind hearted caretaker Abbas chacha and his wife Salima took to the traumatised little girl and nursed her back to happiness. She vaguely remembered her father coming once a month to visit her in the madrasa, looking at her from a far, while Chacha extolled her various accomplishments as an intelligent young child. A tall, austere looking unsmiling man, she would always hide behind Salima bi during these meetings. Then he would give them some money and he would leave for another month.

Zoya had never wanted for more love there in the madrasa. What she lacked in parental love she gained from Abbas and Salima, and so many brothers and sisters. She loved it there. She learned to be independent, to fend for herself, be resourceful and to be grateful for the little joys of life. But she had a goal in life that formed at the age of 7.

Salima had taken ill that weekend, and it had taken a toll on the whole madrasa. She vomited and retched, shivered with a fever and withered. Zoya was devastated that she might lose her Ammi jaan. Almost like an angel, Dr. Shah arrived. Her childlike curiosity and wonder was piqued by his calm and sure manner of attending to his patient. He figured out the problem quickly and took Salima to his clinic for emergency treatment.

Salima had lost her pregnancy, her only pregnancy in her 15 years of marriage to Abbas. Her fetus had been dead for a while and had turned septic. She had returned well but depressed. The children had surrounded the couple with such love that they couldn't stay sad for long.

But a seed of ambition had been planted in Zoya. She wanted to be a doctor , she wanted to help people. She channelled that ambition into her studies and as she grew, Abbas found that he had an uncut diamond in his care.

Abbas went to see Mr. Siddiqui at the main mosque one evening when Zoya was 10 years old. Gafur had finished his Maghrib sermon and prayers and was leaving when Abbas came to greet him. " Siddiqui sahab, I need to talk to you about Zoya."

Abbas told Gafur of Zoya's excellence in her studies and how he wanted to send her to a better school. Gafur was touched by the man's dedication to his orphans. Burdened by his guilt over not providing for his older child, he agreed to sponsor her studies, and in return he wanted Zoya to come and spend a weekend a month with his family in Siddiqui Mansion. Allah jaane, he needed to show some good example to his other daughter Humeira, who was becoming very petulant and spoilt. He knew his wife Razia will not like it but Gafur wanted to be seen as a correct man, at least socially.

What horrible things happened during her forced visits there, Zoya shivered in remembrance. She was treated like an unwanted stray. The horrible witch and her banshee of a daughter. She used to cry a lot before each visit. Until Abbas hugged her one day and explained to her that if she wanted to realize her dream of being a doctor, she had to put up with this. That gave Zoya a new strength.

Zoya continued to excel in her studies. Her teachers had high hopes for her, and her forecasted results had shown it. A few colleges with premedical programmes had offered her a place but as fate would have it, money became a big obstacle. Razia had scathingly told her to give up her lofty ambitions and work in the madrasa. She had always worried that Zoya will claim half of Humeira inheritance. So Zoya used this to her advantage. She asked Gafur to sponsor her medical studies and in return she will forfeit her claim to Gafur's family crores in inheritance. This even the shrewd Razia couldn't refuse.

She still remembered her first day at her premedical course. She found a petite girl crying by the gate waving a taxi off. Hey there, are you okay?' Zoya asked. The pretty girl raised sad hazel eyes to her and wept openly. Zoya put her arm over her shoulders and the girl leaned it heavily. I've never been without my parents my whole life, how will I manage myself here?' she wept. Zoya found her honesty incredibly cute. 'Hey, I'm Zoya. Relax, you're not alone. I'm sure after a few weeks of studies, I'm sure you'll be okay. Shall we go join the class?'. The other girl nodded and said, I'm Aditi Sharma. Nice to meet you.."

And the rest was history. Her band of friends, Aditi, Kabir, no-nonsense Preeti, Dhai' (Nepali for big brother) Dhiren, and ... Asad.

Zoya stopped herself again. She tried not to think about him. No. Stop it! His piercing intense eyes, his deep voice had always made her heart skip. I love you Zoya..' the voice spoke in her head, his voice. 'Please..?'... Zoya sat up abruptly, shaking her head, as if to clear it of unwanted thoughts. Asad... her head hurt now.

Hai Allah, going back means being in the same city as him. As large and overpopulated as Delhi is, she still didn't want to be in the same physical space as he did. She started panicking, Oh God, what if he's at the airport?Am I ready for this?? Heck NO! The reason she had to leave was Asad was relentless in pursuing her forgiveness, he wouldn't just stay away when she avoided him, it was too painful to see him, his tears, his words. It had become too complicated and ugly. She was broken then, and she wanted to be free of it all. So she accepted an offer that had come for her a month before and escaped. To Great Ormond Street Hospital for children in London, where she is training as a paediatric surgeon.

'Ladies and gentlemen, We are preparing for arrival at Indira Gandhi airport New Delhi. Welcome to India and we hope you have a pleasant stay.' Zoya barely registered the landing turbulence. As the plane taxied to a halt, she felt a strange pull towards to building.

He's there waiting for her. She just knew.

very nice sageflower...
loved the update... waiting for next update

Nice update
Don't know the reasons of their fight
But still thinking about each other.
He is waiting on airport to see her once
& when plane landed she felt his presence on airport.
Continue soon
Thanks for pm

A beautiful update well written👏 i wonder what happened between AsYa😕 waiting for AsYa's meet😳