Hello Beautiful readers...
This is Swapno and I am here with another concept on AsYa story. I wrote it many days ago. This story starts during the time period of First AsYa Nikaah attempt in the show "Qubool Hai."
Asad Ahmed Khan is Karan Singh Grover always and forever for me.
Remember Me
Prologue
Asad Ahmed Khan was sitting in his office cabin. He was enraged about what he did last night. How could he do that? How? This one question made him sick from the morning. All problems were created by her. She is the main reason why he did that to her last night, if she did not instigate him then he would not pass through this torment right now. "Zoya Farooqui, the musibat magnet"
Argh!! What the hell she did that to him last night. Why his wall crashed infront of her which he built for years. Why Allah? Why he snatched one's innocence just like that? Why he did that?
He could not read himself. He was not going to forgive him for doing that. He was not forgiving her too. All the memories from previous night rushed back to him and he was restless. He banged on the glass table.
Zoya entered the office with his lunch at that very moment which Dilshad had sent. Watching her infront of him through the glass door, his anger reach to the height and he started to break all the things which was coming infront of his sight at that moment. In a minute his cabin turned into a junk yard. Prasad was escorting Zoya to the office cabin of Mr. Khan. Zoya had come here sometimes but today it was special so he was feeling the need to escort her. When they both entered Asad's cabin they gasped loudly.
Zoya ran to him without thinking anything and took his hand in her, a delicate sob escaped from her. She did not want to break infront of Prasad but Asad's condition did not leave many choices for her. Prasad was perplexed observing Asad's reaction. Why on the earth he did this? There was no reason for this type of action. Asad was passing the best moments of his life and they bugged three most important deal couple of days ago. Currently they were working on those projects and there was no other which was in bad condition. His personal life was smooth too. Why it not? He just saw them.
Prasad came to the reality hearing the sob from Zoya who was trying to suppress it deliberately. He felt sorry for this woman. This was the first time she was in his cabin for lunch and it did not go well with her. After all it was her...
Asad's hand was bleeding and blood made a pool at instant on the floor. The deep cut on his palm made the clear evidence of it's depth and Zoya's eyes widen with that.
"We need to go to the doctor Mr. Khan." She suggested with panic voice trying to find out the first aid box first.
"Prasad I don't know where the first aid box is.." she was cut off by Asad. He pulled his hand said harshly "no need." Sensing his tone Prasad realized he was not welcomed there so he decided to leave them.
"The third drawer of that table" Prasad gave the information and left them hastily. Zoya grabbed Asad's hand and went near to his table which was now broken and then took the box. Asad again tried to pull his hand but Zoya did not let it go. She forcefully took him to the couch and bandaged his palm carefully. Asad winced in pain.
"What happened?" Zoya asked calmly. She tried to compose herself but failed. A lone tear escaped from the pool of water rushing to her eyes but she wiped it hastily.
"Ms Farooqui, don't tell me you don't know what happened?" Asad said to her angrily and she looked at him with surprised eyes. Zoya stared at him and what she saw it shook her to the core. Hatred! She could not look at him for long time and flinched inwardly. But this was not the right time; she had to take him to the doctor because his hand needed proper care now. She was going to say that but the knock on the cabin door stopped her. Prasad informed that he called the driver so they could go to the hospital. Asad was adamant as he did not want to go hospital but Zoya dragged him to the nearest hospital. After the treatment they returned to home. They did not speak much infront of the driver.
They entered the house and the first person they meet was Tanveer. "Jammy what happened to your hand?" She shrieked and this took everyone's attention to them.
Zoya shot up a glare to her and she smirked. "Oh I ..woh actually..woh ..Tannu" Asad stammered. Dilshad came there and cut him off saying now atleast he should stop saying those words. Zoya was going to explain the incident but Asad said that it was an accident. Dilshad was too distracted with some other things that's why she did not pay much heed to them. She ushered them and said to get ready fast as they are getting late for the function and she would inquire about this later. Nazma grabbed Zoya from there and went out of the home hastily.
In the Evening
Asad was fixing his tie infront of the mirror in his room when Zoya entered the room. She was unnaturally silent after the fiasco. She did not ask anything nor did she shout at him. Asad stared at her unabashedly through the mirror. She was looking breathtakingly gorgeous; he found no words in his dictionary apt enough to describe her beauty. The Maroon lehanga flowed down to her slander frame kissing and flaring near the floor. The intricate gold and Zari work done on the hem and drapes of her dupatta flicked as the light reflects on the studded small gemstones with slight movements. . His breath hitched just looking the lock of her hair falling leisurely on her pink cheeks giving her an elegant look. Her beautiful eyes were lined with Kohl and the gold-black shadow high lightened her elegant look to another level. Her head was covered half only revealing the pearl studded Mangtika and she was adjusting the side of the dupatta on her left arm. After that her eyes locked with Asad through the mirror. Both stared at each other for sometimes. Zoya broke the trance by asking about his hand and that was it, what Asad forgot it flushed again to him and immediately his eyes stiffened. He became aloof at once and ignored her. Zoya was really frustrated with his mood swings. What happened to him? He was all okay just last night and then he just behaving like nothing had happened. She wanted to see the longings which his eyes shown every time she looked at him. But that was missing from today's morning. Thinking it was now or never she tugged Asad's hand and made him to face her.
She looked at his eyes again trying to find out the reason bothering him but it showed only rage. His eyes were red and puffy. Did he cry before? Why? Did he regret now? No it can't be! Just the night before last night he told her those things and held her hand through the fence as if he would never let her go and also last morning he said nobody could make them apart then what's now? She was in deep thought when Asad jerked his hand and again started to leave.
"Mr. Khan! Did I do anything wrong? Why are you behaving like this?" Zoya merely whispered. She actually could not put the finger on what was going on.
Asad froze hearing her question. "Wrong!! You are asking me what is wrong Miss Farooqui? What happened last night all was wrong, Infact you are a wrong person whom I am m..." Asad trailed off immediately realizing what he was going to spit. In anger he left the room hastily. Zoya could not stop her tears falling down from her make-up adorned cheek. He regretted to choose her. Allah Miyan!! What you did that to me? After all these, what will I do? I do not want him like this. Yes I love him and I thought he loved me too. After knowing that he despised me I can't stay here. He did not even want to put his name with mine together. That's why he was addressing me as "Miss Farooqui" despite of our marriage. I passed through a lot humiliation for him but this time I am not going to beg. A knock on the door made her alert about someone's presence. She hurriedly wiped her tears and plastered the fake smile on her face.
"Come in" she asked trying to make her voice chirpy.
Zeenat and Dilshad entered the room and both were having the widest smiles. Zoya looked at them and Zeenat put the kohl spot behind her ear.
"You are looking beautiful my Bachchi" she said with a sad tone. Zoya lowered her eyes. "Haww, you blushed too?" Dilshad teased.
"Phooppi...!" Zoya whined but Dilshad shot a glare to her for which she held her ears and mouthed a sorry.
Dilshad cupped her cheek and placed a kiss on her forehead.
"How lucky I am to get you as my..." Dishad was cut off by Nazma who entered the room and exclaimed
"Oh ho!! This is going to be first time that the bride herself is late for her own Walima. Come on Bhabhie. Bhaijaan and all guests are waiting for you only" Zoya's smile faltered at once she heard Asad's name. She knew by now very well that he was not waiting for her. After all this marriage was nothing but a sham for him and here she was thinking all these were real. But he never thought that. She misinterpreted his words and now she was the one left with hurt.
Zoya heaved a sigh. She could do this. She had to. With all these, her family's reputation involved with it. So she thought to play along with it. She will deal with Asad later.
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In the Backyard of Khan Villa
"Asad how is my daughter-in-law' looking today?" Dilshad asked Asad whose gaze was locked to a certain direction.
"Asad...Asad!!" Dilshad snapped her hand infront of a dazed Asad who was lost in his wife's beauty.
"Yes!! Ammi" Asad stuttered, getting red after getting caught by Dilshad. Dilshad grinned at him. "She is looking gorgeous is not she?"
"Yes...she is breathtakingly gorgeous, the light of my life." He blurted without acknowledging what he was saying. Dilshad's grin widened. "Ya Allah ! Both you and Zoya are blushing more than Tamater today. By the way did you confess your love?" Dilshad asked.
This question brought him to reality. Because of this he was angry. He was not angry on Zoya, he was angry with him. Why on the earth he could not tell her last night that he loved her? It irritated him and without thinking anything he put all the blame on Zoya.
"Did you confessed or not?" Dilshad asked again.
"Woh actually ..no Ammi..I was going to" Asad was cut off by Dilshad.
"Oh Asad! How many times I need to tell you that she was not a mind reader that she could tell just by see you that you love her. You need to confess. Sometimes it needed to express feelings otherwise life will get bore. Infact you need to go to her now and confess." She pushed him to the Zoya's direction and glared at him.
Asad adjusted his tie and rehearsed in his mind what to say. He took slow steps towards Zoya. He was going to say sorry and made her happy with his confession. She loved him he knew that but at the same time he also wanted to hear it from her own tone. You can do this Asad. Be a man. Now Nikaah has taken place and she is bonded to you with life time. He thought. "I will take care of her and will not let her go from me." He vowed.
His track was shortened by Tanveer as she stepped to ask something. He was not hearing about what she was asking. His eyes were locked with Zoya's. Zoya gave a weak smile to him. He frowned at her behavior. These days whenever he was near with Tanveer she felt jealous. But why she was smiling now. Just then Tanveer tugged him and he put a fake smile on his face.
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Zoya saw Asad was frowning when he was looking at her but when his gaze shifted to his best friend he was smiling. She was hurt. He actually does not love me. Huh! What I am thinking he cleared me that he does not. Her thought was broken when Zeenat took her from there the dinner.
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Later that Night
Asad greeted good night to Dilshad and padded towards his room. He was determined to confess this night. No one could stop him tonight. He was grinning like a fool when he remembered about the dinner time. Dilshad made them to feed from each other's hands. He touched his lips feeling the sensations again when her hand touched his lips by chances when she was feeding him.
He entered his room only to find it was dark. He asked "Miss Farooqui", he smacked his forehead mentally as the name slipped from his tongue every time after his marriage. She was not "Miss Farooqui anymore. She is now "Mrs. Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan". His "Zoya." He again asked "Zoya?" No one answered. He knocked at the wash room door. "Zoya? You there?"
Being panicked he flicked on the light of the room. His eyes scanned the bedroom and washroom at instant. She was not there. He looked through the window only to find the empty bench. His eyes landed on the bed. All her bridal attires were neatly placed on the bed. An instant smile came to his face but it faded as soon as he saw beneath all the jewelries a white page was placed. He went near the bed and took the note. What he read it took all his senses away. This was not happening to him. He frantically looked around the room again. Rushing to the closet he hastily opened it. But Alas! The empty places mocked him. She was gone, she left him.
Dear Mr. Khan
What I saw in your eyes could not allow me to stay here. You regretted for everything. That's why I asked you before the nikaah that you really want to do it or not.
What happened between us last night was not entirely my fault, you were the equal partner with that but you put all the blames on me. Yes I initiated that but that was not for the rest doings which you did. Anyways it will kill me every moment of my life after knowing the regrets you have for all of these. For this reason I am leaving. I am freeing you from all the regrets. Stay well Mr. Khan and I wish you all the best for every good thing that will come to your life from now. And you will always be mentioned in my every prayer from now till my last breath. Be Happy. Allah Hafiz!!
Musibat magnet is out of your life forever.
Yours
Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan/ Musibat magnet.
He caressed the name which she cut by herself. Tears flow freely from his eyes. Why Allah punished him again? Why he always destined to be alone and sad in the end of the day? Why?
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Swapno
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Prologue- Page 1
Chapter 1-Page 39
Chapter 2-Page 61
Chapter 3-Page 75
Chapter 4-Page 93
Chapter 5-Page 134
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