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Dear readers 🤗
Remember Me?
I am really sorry to disappoint you all and disappear without any notice. But something big had happened and I was busy with that. My mom was sick and was in ICU for almost two weeks. She is still sick but released from hospital after one and half months two days ago. I don't know how many will continue to read this story but I will finish this as I have promised but the updates will not come time to time as I need to take care of my mom and I will get very short time to write at the end of the day. So I can only promise about the update but not the time. I did not answer back any comments there for the previous chapter for this reason only. I will try to reply this time. And Thank You all for being so much patient with me.
This chapter is dedicated to MisHumpty Dumpty and Amulya (For the song and thank you for standing beside me in my hard times.)
DSDMG and Friendship band group members! (All gave so much strength in my hard days. Love you girls always.)
Chapter 9
"Mann mann ki sunta jaaye
Sunta nahin mann waalon ki
Mann hi mann mein banaye
Duniya ek khayaalon ki..
Paas koi aave, door koi jaave
Hota hai kyun ye, koi samjhaave
Neend ud jaave, chain chhad jaave
Ishq di faqeeri jad lag jaave
Asad could not break his gaze as he was observing her uneasiness. Why she was observing me now a days. What happened to her? He shook his head as he looked she was mumbling something. Well he suddenly remembered that it was the last day of Ramadan and he did not go for shopping yet this time. Not that he liked shopping but it was Eid day after all. At once he sprang from his chair, shutting the laptop. He took his coat and keys. As he came out from his cabin he heard the loud scream just from the opposite side and panicked at a moment.
"Zoyaaa.." He ran for his life and watched that she was doing her happy dance. A gush of relief blown to him and he gave his ever slight half smile, folding his hands over his chest and leaning on her cabin's door frame. At once she realized other person's presence inside her cabin she stopped. She was wearing an off-white salwar kameez and looked so innocent that Asad forgot to give his lecture on Tameez and Tehzeeb. Zoya stood straight infront of him, fidgeting with her dupatta as if she was tong-tied. When she was trying to explain her situation she was cut-off by Asad.
"Enough of works; Miss Farooqui; let's go for Eid Shopping. By the way did you buy anything for Eid before this time?" Asad had asked with amused tone.
"Huh!" Zoya could not believe her ears. Did he just avoid his lecture on tameez and tehzeeb? Wah Allah Miyaan! Thank you. Inside her mind she was dancing but outside she answered only by nodding negative.
"My work is finished here. I have completed my work with Khan and Qureshi Software" She gave a broad smile. "And I..." She could not finish as Asad stepped back.
"Oh! That's really great news Ms. Farooqui. Congratulations! Really you are one month earlier than our contract time. It seems you are really eager to left m...I mean this country" Asad trailed off the last part as Zoya's head whipped up to watch him. But as always he stood there with expressionless face.
"So, let's go to shopping. You are not going back tomorrow I think" Asad successfully masked the hurt feeling of his tone and Zoya walked past him without saying anything. Emotionally Challenged Man! Unknowingly, she gave him the same name again.
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Asad was in deep thought while driving. You are leaving me again Zoya. How can I stop you? Please tell me. Don't you know my feelings for you? Have your feelings changed a bit by these three months? Asad what are you thinking? You can't be selfish this time. That time you stopped her as she was not in love with anyone but now she has one. Besides, Zinia is with you this time. You will survive. Asad looked at Zoya.
She was also silent. She had finished Farhaan's contract but she got another offer from Jaypur that's why she was happy as she was staying more time in India near to him. But she could not tell him that. Somehow he was maintaining the distances which she herself created between them. She thought more about his second wife and child but she failed miserably for not to fall for him. But as Mark said we cannot plan our every work and she started to feel, she started to realize his point of view too. Should she tell him that? No! He will be in mess and his second wife has no fault in this. Because of signal Asad stopped his SUV and that time Zoya was out of her thought.
A teenage girl knocked at the window of Asad's side and Asad looked at her smiling face.
"Bhaijaan please buy some flowers for bhabi." Asad nodded in negative and gave a rueful smile to Zoya. She was also gave a weak smile to him.
"Please Bhaijaan" She pleaded. Asad put some money in her hand. But she refused to take it without anything. Suddenly Asad opened the back side door of his SUV and told her to get in. Zoya's eyes bulged with surprises as she looked the girl with the dirty clothes followed to Asad. I mean seriously! He did not bother about her dirty clothes? And he always says I am messy and dirty. Huh! Then she was curious to know why he did that. The girl stood there with boggled expressions. Asad said he would drop her to her home. She came up without another word. Zoya remained silent rest of the journey and listened Asad's chit chat with the girl.
"What is your name choti?" He asked with a softest tone. The girl sat still until that time and she gave a smile to them.
"My name is Ruba. I live with my ma. My father left my mother when I was two years old. I have a brother too. He is going to school from few days ago. My mom and I work in the day time and then my mom teaches my brother at night time." The girl told her life tory as she knew what was coming in the next question. All the passersby of the streets asked her the same questions every day and she thought to explain it at a time. After that she grinned at Asad. Zoya heard the girl's story and remembered she would be the same if Zeenat and Anwar would not adopt her. She observed that Asad's grip on the while tightened and his knuckle became white, he was totally mute and carefully wiped a lone tear with his other hand. Then she realized the story was almost same like his. That night he told her about his father. She reached for his hand immediately to comfort him.
When Asad felt her hand over his he was surprised would be an understatement. He did not expect it all. In this three month without that hug they never touched each other intentionally. Specially her, she avoided it every way possible. He looked at her and found her smiling with tears in her eyes. He sighed as she nodded her head and assured him. He smiled back. They had to stop as they reached the mall.
Ruba was giving them a confused look as if why she was doing that expensive place. Asad took her hand and led her to the store. Zoya silently followed him. Asad bought dresses for Ruba's family. Ruba was so ecstatic that she started crying. Zoya also cried silently. She thought he would buy dresses for Ruba only and here he was doing the eid shopping for all her family. Her respect for him increased each day from these three months but what he did today that had blown all the reason away.
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Zoya was trying to choose a lehanga for her when Asad came back to the mall as he had gone to drop Ruba to her house. She tried about 100 lehangas but she could not decide. He was checking his cell phone but stopped when she was trying the yellow- off white simple lehanga on her. Her gaze locked with his through the mirror as she asked about his opinion silently. Asad nodded affirmative and without thinking anything she took that. Asad chose an off- white kurta for him and after some more shopping they left the mall.
On the way back to their journey Asad had asked Zoya to join them at their Eid party which was holding on the backyard of the Khan Villa. Zoya accepted his offer as she was all alone on this Eid.
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Chand Raat
Zoya sat down with her coffee mug after iftaar just at that time the cell phone pinged. Her maid Maya was going to her home and she was running out of her time.
"Maya, please check the list once that you need to take with you" Zoya instructed for the umpteenth time for that evening.
"I took all Miss Farooqui" She replied back at once.
"Argh! What is the problem to check Maya? Just in case you forgot to pack anything" Zoya reasoned.
"By the way Miss Farooqui, you can manage right? Maya asked without answering Zoya's question. Zoya took her cell phone and checked the message.
"Ofcourse I can. Besides I am going out. I got a Chand Raat invitation from one of my colleagues" She beamed and ran to the room after checking the time. She was running late already.
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Zoya reached the party when it was already 9. Sheena her colleague threw this "Jashn" and Zoya always loved this type of "Jashn." In USA she, appi and Jeeju used to meet community people. But that party would not this colorful, full of fun. She tried to enjoy everything which was there around her but it seems boring just in half an hour. Why this vacancy? As if I am waiting for someone. Why he is not here?
She was listening to the Ghazal's played on the stereo system and wandering here and there. Sheena dragged her to the mehendi section; it was almost rule for all the girls to adorn their hands with "Henna." Her Appi always applied henna on Eid but she was not fond of that much. She was missing badly Zeenat- Anwar this night as she was all alone not even with Zerin and Mark. No not them she was missing Him.
Sheena made her sit infront of a lady who was applying henna to all. She started to adorn Zoya's hand with henna. Zoya sat there silently. Is he invited? Will he come? Should I ask Sheena where is he? Ugh bad idea to come here. I was happy at my flat only. All the things became colorless at once. The work on her hand had almost done when the lady mischievously asked her that if she had a wish to hide anyone's name there.
"Is not it done on the wedding time?" Zoya asked confusedly. She was startled by this suggestion.
"Yes! But anyone can hide the name in anytime you know. The name which already engraved to the heart then why bother with it to apply on the hand?" She winked at her.
"So you have any name?" The lady asked again. Zoya was nodding her head negative then suddenly her eyes locked at the entry of the hall. There he was, standing with his breath taking glory. She could not avert her gaze as Asad was smiling. The dimple was clearly shining with the smile. "Asad...!" The word escaped from her mouth with a whoosh. She looked at him and then her. Both were wearing black tonight. This simple matching of color somehow brought the full color of her life. Her cheeks burned and she became red in a moment. This time Asad's smile wiped as he caught her sitting on the carpet with henna adorned over her palms. His eyes followed from her hands to her face. That blush! Ugh!
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Zoya had washed her hands and looked at those. It was dark brown in color and she remembered the lady was saying about the color of henna. The dark color resembles the love of anyone's husband. Her eyes pricked with sudden tears. There was silence everywhere; the ghazals had been stopped somehow. Her husband was not her anymore. She sighed!
Someone was trying to strum an instrument which was a guitar. She loves playing guitar. She did not have interests to guitar before but after her accident she somehow managed to play it.
Pal do pal kiye kiyun hain yeh zindegi,
Iss peyar ko hain sadiyaan kafi nahi
To khuda se maang loon
Moohalat main ek naayi
Rehna hain ab bas yahan,
Aab door tujh se jana nahi
Jo tu mera humdard hai,
Jo tu mera humdard hai
Suhana har dard hai,
Jo tu mera humdard hai
Zoya was coming out from the washroom in order to go back as it was late but she stooped as soon as she listened to the full, melodious voice. When the voice reached to her ears she whirled around, she went near the veil which was hindering her sight to the singer and gasped as soon as her sight welcomed with the most charming scene. Asad Ahmed Khan was sitting with a guitar and singing. His voice was soothing; his face was adorned with a half-smile and the dimple was visible. His gaze was distanced as if he was reminiscing something as he continued to strum the instrument.
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Asad closed his eyes when he was strumming the guitar. The memories from bhang night rushed to him. "My dimples can kill anyone Mr. Khan" The laughter echoed in his ear and he started with closed eyes.
Teri muskarahatein hain taqaat meri,
Mujh ko inhi se ummeed mili
Chahe kare koi sitam yeh Zahaan
Inn main hi hain sada hifazaat hai meri
Zindagani bari khubsuraat huyi,
Jannat ab aur keya hogi kahin
Jo tu mera humdard hai,
Jo tu mera humdard hai
Suhana har dard hai,
Jo tu mera humdard hai
Zoya found the song very appealing and sat down at the other side of the veil. She again gazed at her palms and the tears made their way from her eyes to her palms. At that very moment Asad opened his eyes and looked at the front and found Zoya was looking at her palms. He could see the dark color of henna and the memories of their mehendi night rushed to him. That wretched woman mixed acid into her mehendi.
Why would you take so much pain knowing it was mixed by acid Ms. Farooqui?" He caressed softly over her palms and she flinched. Still she was smiling.
"Mr. Khan it is my marriage mehendi. Marriage is done only once in life time. How would I let it go? Trust me I am okay now. I don't want to miss it anyway" Asad was trying to scold her but Nazma interrupted.
People started to snap their fingers.
Teri dharkaano se hai zindegi meri,
Khawahishein teri ab duayein meri
Kitna anokha bandhan hain yeh,
Teri meri jaan jo ek hui
Lautoon ga yahan tere pas yahan,
Wadah hain mar bhi jaun kabhi
Jo tu mera humdard hai
Jo tu mera humdard hai
Suhana har dard hai,
Jo tu mera humdard hai
Immediately Zoya's left hand was up as if to stop him saying the word "Death." Asad's gaze settled on her and he silently gestured her about what had happened. She nodded in negative. She felt happy and crying at the same time. She realized she loves him. Yes she loves him. She loves Asad and she had to leave him without knowing this as early as possible otherwise she was going to put him in a difficult situation. She was hopelessly in love with this man and it was hurting her beyond repair.
The whole journey Asad was expecting her babbling about how she loved this type of Jashn' but she was unusually quiet today. He could not believe he sang after 4 years for her, why he did that? He should not have to.
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After dropping Zoya he wandered many places. He was frustrated! He wanted to avoid her after that confession of hers to Omar but he failed. Why he could not get over her. Everything had been snatched from him from the childhood which he loved the most. He had moved on every time, he fought. He even forgot to remember his father but why he could not do the same thing when it comes for Zoya? He was succumbed with her memories and he still wants her in his life. Why could not he accept the truth? She was not his. She will be never. He made the divorce paper almost one month back but dreaded to talk about it. Every night he thought to sign the paper but he kept it. He simply could not put a sign there.
Suhana har dard hain, jo tu mera humdard hain
Eid day
Asad could not sleep all the night. The fairy lights of his backyard irritated him. He was exasperated. He was all alone. Then after a long wait the light had come and darkness removed. Dilshad called him to wish and he talked to all with a happy tone. He bathed, got ready and went for Eid namaaz. After namaaz he was drove to the grave yard.
Anwaar and Zeenath Farooqui were lying there rest in peace. He prayed and asked forgiveness again. He could not take care of their princess, Zoya but he kept his promise to them that they had taken away from him during their last breath. He cried and cried by asking their forgiveness again and again.
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Zoya also could not sleep as Asad's hurting face haunted her every time she closed her eyes. She dwelled with her decision for going to the "Eid Jashn" or not. Then after many conclusions she decided to attend it as it was their first and last Eid together. Atleast they can say good byes happily.
She prayed and was getting ready when the doorbell rang. She was fidgeting with the strings of her choli. She was confused as her maid would not come today.
Maybe she had left something. Without watching who it was on her door she opened the door and started babbling.
"I told you that you should check before leaving and see what you have done? You have to come again on this Eid day, what your family would think? I am bounding you up with works in this Eid day too." She had already turned her back to the guest and talking and talking.
"Miss Farooqui..." came a rough voice and her breath hitched as she felt her tummy clenched with tingling sensation. She hastily looked at him. His blood shot eyes shook her to the core.
"What happened to you, Mr. Khan?" Zoya ran to his disheveled form, he was shaking. She hugged him tight.
"I want to sleep Miss Farooqui," He whispered. If she did not know him closely in these three months then she would misunderstood him like before. She loosened her embrace and Asad hastily added
"Not with you but here near you." He pleaded. Zoya's eyes filled with tears with the unknown pain. Her voice choked. She wanted to wipe all his miseries but she was helpless here. She was doing this only for him. He approached to the couch but Zoya held his hand. He looked at her with question in his eyes. Zoya nudged him to her bedroom. "You are not going to sleep on the couch. You need proper rest. We need to attend the Eid party where you are the host I think. So sleep for two hours only." Zoya said with authoritative tone. Both remained silent with questions in their mind but none could utter it. She finally let it go. One day with him would not increase the pain which he was bearing now. She and he both would be part of their lovely last memories. Asad gave her an amused smile.
How it sounds so lovely when anyone's love takes care of him?
Asad nodded silently and headed to the bedroom without saying anything. Zoya looked at his retreating figure.
"How he knows where the bedroom is?" Zoya mumbled."Buddhu Zoya! He is the architect! Pagal." She whacked her head and followed him.
Asad had already lain down and Zoya tucked him under the blanket, adjusted the AC temperature and wanted to leave but Asad stopped her.
"Stay with me please" He was on the verge of crying. Zoya silently sat beside him placing her back on the headboard of the bed and he placed his head on her lap like a craving child. She passed her fingers through his hair. Asad smiled and yawned, Zoya too.
"Why don't you love me? Am I that bad?" Asad blurted from out of nothing.
"Please sleep Mr. Khan!" Zoya said.
"I know why you don't love me" He trailed off.
I only love you, Mr. Khan. But you will never know.
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Asad opened his eyes hearing the irritating sound of his cell phone. He pulled out his phone from the left pocket as his right hand was wounded with something.
"Yes Prasad"
"Eid Mubarak, Sir. Where are you?"
"Why?" Asad was enraged about his enquiry.
"Everyone is asking about you. Wazid Chacha said you went away at the early morning for Namaz" Prasad stated calmly.
Asad had already checked the watch. He was allowed to sleep for two hours but he slept almost five hours.
"Erm! Prasad can you managed them for another half an hour, please. I am coming." Asad tried to move.
"Ummm" a whining voice came and Asad finally turned to her. He did not know how they landed on the bed and slept. An involuntary smile from on his lips and he blushed furiously seeing their position. His right hand was holding her closely to him and she was winding with him.
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Asad shook her but she did not budge. Still sleeps like a log. Incredibly foolish.
"Zoya, wake up. We are late" He shook her again. Zoya opened her eyes with a jolt and sprang out from the bed at once.
"Allah Miyaan! How I slept there" She fumbled with words.
"Get ready! Fast. We are running late" Asad said. When she was leaving Asad grabbed her by the waist again. Zoya frizzed again. He lightly tied the strings at her back and whispered "I am waiting down in the SUV. Save the minutes as more as you can".
Zoya left her breath which she was holding for a few moments. Allah Miyaan! Please give me strength.
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As the party ended that night with Eid, Asad held his arm for Zoya and she took it surprisingly. The back yard was evacuated and Asad trolled there with her.
"We had shared our most precious moment here; we took most important decisions here too." Asad said absentmindedly.
"Please, Mr. Khan! Don't make it too much hard for me" Zoya pleaded taking off her hand from his.
"Yeah! I guess, it is a good bye then. Will you remember me this time" Asad asked.
"I will remember you, Mr. Khan. You are very special for me."
"Okay, let's go. I will drop you, probably for the last time." Asad said.
"You are not coming to see me off to the airport?" Zoya blurted.
"I guess no. Because I will not able to let you go this time too." Asad trailed off.
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I know everyone is eager to know about Zinia. But I have planned it in a way and I am following that only.
This story is going to have mostly flashbacks. Flashback will come necessarily with the flow of the story, mostly reminisced by Asad. You will feel bored sometimes as I will take help from the real story from the show.
Now tell me how you all find it? Share your views with me also. Please do like and comment.
Want PM for the update? Then buddy me. Thank you all.
Lots of love 🤗
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