ASYA(KABHI) SS- Remember Me-Thread II Completed - Page 63

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Chapter 10

Jaane kaise,toote rishton se bikhre hain ye pal
Maano jaise,gham ki palkon se chalke hain ye pal
Kyun adhoori yeh kahaani
Kyun adhoora yeh fasaana
Kyun laqeeron mein iske "Alvida"

"Mr. Khan I...I..." Zoya could not finish as the lump formed inside her throat. She never thought Asad would cut short their meeting this way. She tried to process the situation, she could not remember last when she was so vulnerable. After her accident she accepted all the things that came to her bravely but this time she failed.

Allah Miyaan! Please help me.

During the jashn' Zoya could not enter the Khan Villa as they were late. But now Asad insisted her as he had to take his car keys and some belongings with him. Zoya entered the two and half storied white magnificent building with utmost curiosity. The white mansion gave a serene look and at the same time she felt protected. It was built with love and care; it was a home, a real home. She sat one of the white couches of the sitting area as Asad had gone inside. She observed the room and she found the appealing architectural beauty. It was simple but elegant. She was looking the landscapes which were also placed in a measured distances. Surely he has great taste.

"Let's go" Asad said as he had changed into a simple white Kurta. Zoya nodded. She was standing from the couch, she knocked down the center table and something fell from the edge, typical Zoya. She whacked her head and mumbled something incoherent. She was going to pick up the book which rather looked like a journal and before she could do that, Asad hastily picked that up, placed it to the another side table.

"It is late Miss Farooqui" Asad stated blankly. His voice was raspy. Zoya's eyebrows were knitted in confusion as she stared at the notebook. Something was familiar about that but she could not link what it was. Asad's voice brought her back to the reality and the same time the anguish of leaving him rushed back to her. Her eyes again became moistened, her voice choked. She only nodded her head like a keyed doll.

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Asad was in total silent mood; Zoya shuffled uneasily as silence in killing her. But watching his stiff posture infront of the steering wheel made her tongue-tied. Every muscle and every vain was flashing as if he was hardly trying to remain strong infront of her. Zoya tried to avoid this as she was finding all of this suddenly very hard for her too. Why so much pain? It was made before that they were not going to become together then why it was becoming so heart wrenching she could not understand. Her heart was pounding so heavily that she thought she would be senseless. Asad stopped his SUV on the porch of her flat. Both sat there silent for moments none were moved an inch. Zoya's hand reached for his and with a sigh he took inside his palms and involuntary he took her palms to his lips. Zoya shivered and Asad realized his mistake.

Please! Don't go. Please don't leave me.

Please stop me once Mr. Khan. Please.

"I guess it is a good bye then, Ms Farooqui. Have a great life ahead and I wish you all the best for your new journey. Best of luck" Asad said with a hoarse broken tone.

You too Mr. Khan" Zoya's tone was broken too. She was too lamented to realize what Asad had said about her new journey.

"Okay then. Good bye" Asad did not take any attempt to get up from his seat. Actually he was trying to shield her from him. He knew his break down will affect her and her future life.

"Good Bye" Zoya whispered and with a swift motion she entered inside her flat. She did not look back otherwise Asad would have seen her tears.

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Zoya wandered like a ghost around the flat. She was exhausted but sleep was not her friend that night either. She tried to call Zerin but she was busy with guests who came for Eid. She could not talk with her much time. With a lot of thought Zoya went to her bedroom and the entangled sheet on her bed reminded him and them again. She sighed and decided to pack.

She had almost done her packing with pool of tears on her cheeks something caught her attention. She carefully took it from the drawer of the cabinet and frowned at it. It was the book which Zerin had bought when they were in Mumbai. She put that book inside her handback.

Next Day

Zoya prayed for her Appi and Jeeju and herself. She came to Ajmer and then going to Jaypur. She waited for HIM in the morning to say good bye but he never came nor he called. Her tears flew but she had to live with this too. Allah Miyan! Help me, please. She mentally voiced. His voice, his words, his wounded look haunted her all night and she could not sleep a bit. She wanted to call him but her ego did not let it. He loves me there is no doubt but why he married again then? This one question made her restless all the night. She searched the whole in the internet but there was no news about his personal life. After wandering here and there she finally settled to her hotel room with a heavy heart.

She needed to calm herself. While gripping his handback so tight she found the book again. Zerin's book! Well let's try something new.Zoya thought to read the book as she needed to pass the time.

Carefully she opened the wrap and observed it. From outside it looks like one book but inside she found two specially made journals rather one can called it dairy! Something I have seen so close to it. She watched the first page where only a line was written with simple but elegant hand writing.

"Jinhe khamoshiyan ka adaat hoti hain unhe tanhiya achchi lagti hain." This handwriting is so like Mr. Khan. Zoya hold on! Why you are concluding everything with him? Zoya mentally chided herself and curiosity took over her. She knew it was a crime to intervene anyone's personal thing but she could not check her tempt. This is not a privet property now after all Zerin had bought it.

She opened the first page of the first diary. The handwriting captivated her again. It was not written sequentially. The entries were after many days interval. Some pages it was written on something official, some brotherly talk where the owner of the dairy was someone who is very stern and always controlling his and everyone's life, then some of the lines for his baby tamater and his mother. Some pages where the hatred for his father, again in some pages the yearning for his father, some pages are pure professional talks and some pages there is perspective of a building. Some pages totally blank again in some pages there is just one word abbu. Some pages contain some extra ordinary couplets. She read those couplets twice as they were really touching. In a page there were cords of guitar and lyrics of a song. Some pages contain address of some people. She found one thing that the owner was a male but nothing much more was interesting. Ughh! but before she could go more the room service knocked her door.

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30th October, 2012

After 17 years I saw him. Mr. Rashid Ahmed Khan. Ayaan was saving some girl and was beaten by goons when I reached there and one of the weak moments I was attacked by a knife. Then Ayaan took me to the hospital and called HIM. He came with his second wife, Ayaan's mother. Why he came? I have accepted my fate that my father's shadow was over from me before 17 years ago. We lived in the same city but he never bothered to care. Why now? Why? I am strong enough now to hold my Ammi and tamater together with me. I will save them from every problem and storm.

Zoya read the first coherent topic which narrated as a different story of life. This man surely bore a lot in his life like her. Now she was interested to read more. Grabbing her coffee to the couch she braced herself to discover more about the unknown man.

Ammi is angry on me as I dragged her with me from him. How will I make her understand that he did not care about us, he did not love her. He only knows how to deceive. But Ammi love her. Love! I hate this word now! I never wanted to be in love. My Ammi wants me to marry! I only do it for her! But there will be no love. I know how ever I deny it after all I am the son of The Rashid Ahmed Khan. I will definitely hurt that poor soul who will come to my life. And I don't want that at all.

"Rashid Ahmed Khan, this name sounds familiar too. He is really weird man but his wife seems love him still" Zoya muttered. She now realized why the man was angry with his abbu.

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I was in the Dargah waiting for Ayaan for our usual meeting. Ayaan was late so I thought to offer my prayer and there I saw her for the first time. She was praying and crying silently in the same time. The black shawl fell down from her head in a wind and I saw her beautiful face. I don't know what happened to me. I never looked any woman like this. I was mesmerized with her beauty more than that I felt connected with her. For the first time my eyes became blurred, the chord of my heart stirred and I felt as if I was spell bounded. I had to take my eyes off after all it was not good to look at a woman like that. I offered my prayer and unknowingly I prayed for her! I don't know why I did that? I wanted to lessen her pain. Why? That's so unlike of me!!

After our secret meeting with Ayaan I was coming back to home when I dashed someone. For the first time I did that and I left speechless when I found her infront of me. Her eyes were down, pain was written on her face. I was attracted again. Could not take my eyes from her and asked if she was okay! And I swear I should not ask her that. As beautiful and innocent she looks, her mouth was more than fat! She said I wanted to kill her! Allah please has some mercy on me. I never want to meet that girl again. We both had fight. Stupid and Weird woman!

Allah Miyaan! Emotionally challenged man! He wrote the opposite things at the same day! Zoya found it quite interesting. Her heart fluttered while she read this portion. Something very unusal yet closed to her heart. She could feel the attraction too. Zoya you are too much! She whacked her head and continued to read. The man wrote his heart out after that entry, every single detail.

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She was literally thrilled reading that the same girl was the guest of this man and how the were rubbing each other off by their behavior. She was touched by his concern, love and care for his close ones and hated him for hating that girl without any reason. A man in this century how come becomes so judgmental about clothes and anything? But at the same she could feel the strength and vulnerability of that man. She was hooked and unknowingly she was curious to know the names but alas! She could not found the name of the girl or the owner of the diary until the entry which was done in 25^th January, 2012.

Asad' the name escaped from her mouth and my heart skips a beat and then paced wildly. I wanted to hold you Zoya but I could not. I cannot make your life miserable for binding with me.I can't hurt you like my father did to my Ammi".

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Zoya's eyes widen as she connected all the dots together. But how it was even possible? She frantically turned the pages for the clue and she was confirmed it was his. Now she remembered she saw the same type of diary just in the last evening at his house! How these dairies were in Mumbai? Her thought became blurred, tears formed again. She was gathering her own memories with this. How could not she? May be it was written in Asad's view but it was entwined with her too. She frantically changed the pages and read the entry of one another. How many times she had to leave that house? How rudely he had behaved with her, again how he took care of her when no one was there for her? She smiled when she read about the cake baking, Elina and secret spy fiasco? How the emotions of him were changing for her? How he accepted that he loved her but vowed never to tell her? How they survived from Mangalpur? If something happened to you I would have gone crazy.How he slapped her? How they solved the case of his mother's shoot? How they would tease each other? How they ended up by eating Bhang ke pakore and confessing each other? How his friend Tanveer entered and how he insulted Zoya each time after that. How he landed to Airport and put the ring on her finger and then said it was nakli? How his sister Nazma praised their pictures in the facebook page?

Unknowingly she had started crying. What strange relationship they shared. He had said her everything but the details clearing her more than that she was also in love with him that time.

She hiccuped thoroughly as she went through the next entries. The 10 days challenege, Asad's frustrations, Tanveers plans, their Jash-n- Bahar, Jashn e saugat, sangeet, mehendi, wedding, walima, her letter. She read the letter what she had written that time. She did not remember a single thing, most precious feeling in the world, most important persons of her life. What a blissful life she had back then. She felt pity on herself now. She actually lost everything, every damn single thing in her life. Then she found some pages where only one word was written Zoya! The yearning! She ran his finger over the pages. She could feel the dried page which was crumpled of his tears. I am so sorry I could not remember you, us. I am so sorry! Something then crossed in her mind. Facebook!

She took her i-pad and searched for her Facebook account. She had a new Facebook account now. After the accident she did not remember that she had one. She might be opened it when she landed to India. She checked every Zoya Farooqui there but none was hers. Suddenly she searched through in the name of Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan and she froze. The profile picture showed her and Mr. Khan touching their forhead. It was taken her few seconds to retrieve the password and she went through all the posts that were there. The Asad Ahmed Khan had put the ring on her fingers. She whimpered loudly this time. They had wonderful memories. What days she could not remember? She went through the photos which she uploaded after the photoshoot and easily found Nazma and her phoppie. Ayaan with another girl, she did not recognize. Maybe it was their sangeet. Asad was in blue and she was in grey with pink dupatta. A lady with a black dress was also there who clunged to Asad and she could sense it was his friend Tanveer. She searched for more photos but it ended with there sangeet photos.

She wanted to know more. But how would she? She heard the Azaan and offered her prayer. Next she had to see him one more time to tell that she loves him too, she loved him then and now too. She could not let him go through this again.

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Zoya reached Bhoopal that afternoon. She was dazed with so many emotions that she did not even realize what would happen next with their life. She could not think straight now. Realization and revelations exhausted her and also the journey. She read those page again and again where she felt their unsaid love with their antics. She smiled and cried with overjoyed emotions. She had called Asad numerous times but his cell is switched off. She was worried now. Why his cell phone is unreachable? She tried the office number but no one was taking up that too. Zoya became restless.

She first reached to her apartment. She could not go to the office with her luggage so she thought to put it there. The guard was surprised as he knew she was not going to come back but he was happy to meet her too as he passed her a heavy packet. She gave a quizzical look.

"It is for you mam. I forgot to give you this yesterday morning. Asad sir gave it to me. I am sorry mam" Zoya did not hear a single thing after the word "Asad". He was here yesterday.Oh! Her smile widened. The warmth of love surrounded her. She thanked the guard and hopped onto the taxi. She would be with him in sometime. This mere thought brought smile to her face. The gift box was lying leisurely on the seat. She opened it with much curiosity.

It was a beautiful box contained with some small boxes and some envelops and then on top of it a letter.

Dear Ms Farooqui

I have something for you. Most of the things are from past. I don't know if I am right or wrong to send you these but all of these belong to you only. Allah Hafiz.

Asad Ahmed Khan

Bas! This much only? He has nothing more to say. Zoya caressed the handwriting again. She took out one box after another. First box contain a simple but elegant diamond ring which she recognized as their engagement ring from the picture on facebook. Second one was her mooh dikhayi gift which was tagged with another small box, a wedding band and a pendant with a chain. Her legal work remuneration and lastly another envelop. She opened it and her eyes became widened with shock! Tears did not stop. He had divorced her! He had thrown out her from his life. All the love that was surrounding her vanished away at instance!

He had finally signed the divorce paper and returned the huq mehr. She wiped her tears and read the property papers which was attached with all these. He had named half of the property of his in her name. Why? She frowned! Then another paper, there she saw the property paper of Anwar and Zeenat whose half owner was she! Now that was a shock to her. How Mr. Khan got that paper? Appi Jeeju gave it to him?

Why would he give her HIS property? How dare he? Who the hell he thinks of himself? She did not need his pity or damn property. She was getting furious and angry this time.She needed answer! Something is amiss she could clearly understand it. She needed to face him! The driver announced they have reached. He was passing anxious glances towards her as she was acting weird. She was crying first and then she was cursing.

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Zoya ran to the gate but it was closed. It is not a holiday then why the gate is closed. That's why no one is picking up my call.

"Why it is close?" She had asked the guard.

"Madam ji. You don't know? The building has been collapsed which was under construction in our new site area. Many workers are injured badly. Asad sir was visiting the site that time."

"Asad ...!" Zoya trailed off.

"He is in the city hospital. He is..." The guard could not finish his line as Zoya ran from there.

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Zoya did not want to take steps inside any hospital after her recovery. Because hospital took all her happiness, she lost everything there! She prepared herself to take the step but stopped as a stretcher came infront of her. A body was hidden by the white sheet. She avoided it. She was feeling ill. A gush of wind from somewhere and the white sheet displaced a little revealing the face, unknowingly made her to look at the direction again.

"Asad...!" Zoya fell on the floor. Everything was black. She could not remember anything else neither Zinia nor about her Ammi.

"Please remember me once Zoya" Asad's yearning floated within the air.

Umr bhar ka saath de jo, Kyun wohi pyaar ho!
Kyun na mit ke jo fanaa ho, Woh bhi pyaar ho!
Naa adhoori yeh kahaani
Naa adhoora yeh fasaana
Mar ke bhi naa hum kahenge, Alvida!

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So, last chapter. I don't know what I wrote. Some stories are incomplete. They never have perfect ending...! Like Zoya said once in the show.

Now all of you can curse me for it and you can then kill me too. Thank you all.

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Swapno

i hate u

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i hate u

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I know...

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whattt...?????
no no no plzz no...
u cnt do this to us...
plz plz plz continue...
this cant b the ending...