Asya(Kabhi) SS' Two of a Kind Colab Note Pg 22 - Page 3

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Interesting update Fari dear

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Really loved the prologue!
It was simply amazing
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Nice concept. Please continue soon

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Hey beautifuls, thank you so much for reading and supporting this collab. It means a lot! Hi Faria's friends, hi to all my beautifuls, hi to both of our beautiful friends! Lool! Hope you guys enjoy the first chapter! Do leave your love and support behind! Gracias <3
P.S. Please bear with us, this story is not solely based on Asya!

Chapter One

If you truly want to be respected by people you love, you must prove to them that you can survive without them.

Her heels echoed into the dark streets of New York. She clutched her coat tighter feeling the gush of wind attack her body; the seasonal change from Autumn to Winter wasn't exactly her favourite time of the year. When she couldn't hear her heels, she grumbled knowing that she had stepped on soggy leaves. Her frown turned into a smile being able to see the light peeping through the glass windows on the door; she was home.

"Hey, I'm home" Zoya entered the house to be greeted with a warm aroma. Another smile instantly adorned her face taking in the smell of warm, shepherd's pie, pie... she brushed her tongue over her lips almost falling forward.

"Heyy!" Aaira's head popped out from the kitchen, she looked at her mother's hungry state and rushed towards her. Zoya dreamily removed her coat with her daughter's help; she slipped out of her heels and unstably walked towards the kitchen and popped herself onto a high chair.

"You work too hard" Aaira whispered turning towards the oven and removing the tray.

"Says you" Zoya snapped out of her trance and stared at her daughter's back.
"When did you get home?" Aaira turned around and stared at her; Zoya blinked watching her daughter's emotionless face, she was like him in every way.

"University is important, work is important. But you, you're my priority" Aaira answered in riddles. She walked towards her mother and tied her hair up into a bun before removing her blazer trying to make her comfortable. She served the shepherd's pie into a plate adding more boiled vegetables and large fries. She brought the plate around the table and placed it in front of her. Zoya looked at the food and then turned towards her daughter,

"I love it when you take care of me" She placed her hand on Aaira's cheek, "I hardly see your face anymore. It's you that's working too hard" Zoya frowned. Aaira sat down next to her mother pouring juice into a glass, her eyes refused to move off the tip of the glass.

"If not seeing me means that you can still count the days on your fingers Ammi, it's better that way!" Aaira smiled at her mother. "You need to rest."

"Aaira, we're not in that position anymore. Those years are long gone" Zoya told her swaying her eyes over the lavish kitchen.

"Eat" Aaira changed the conversation; Zoya shook her head sighing before relaxing feeling her hand go over head to soothe her from the day's tensions.

She stopped me from drowning, but I couldn't stop her from facing the consequences. She saved me, but she became him.

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He sipped his coffee and grunted loudly; it was too sweet and hot for his liking. He pressed his temples and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration staring down at the condition of his work desk. Papers were scattered here and there, his laptop was going to give up on him any minute. But the file wasn't done. His head moved towards the noise, his hands fisted instantly. He forced himself up onto his feet and paced towards the door yanking it open. The sight that should've brightened up his insides, the same sight and the smile angered him. Why? Because it reminded him of her and he couldn't do anything about it.

"Where have you been all day?" Asad scowled at Zakariya who's smug face wasn't exactly doing him any favours. Asad was about to lash out on him but stopped himself watching him fuss with his pockets.
"What are you doing?" Asad asked irritatingly,

"I'm looking for a key" Answered Zakariya still searching through his pockets turning it inside out. He looked up at Asad and shrugged his shoulders,

"What key?" Asad asked blankly.

"The key to get rid of your grumpy mood... but I guess I lost it 18 years ago." Zakariya spoke bravely. And with that he walked off leaving a dumbfounded Asad behind.

'I came back for him daadi' Zakariya looked at his grandmother standing at the top of the stairs. She nodded back at him with a smile on her face.

Asad sat back against his armchair and closed his eyes. He had challenged her to live without him and Zakariya. Truth was... he couldn't live without her and Aaira.

He couldn't change his routine in the last eighteen years, the same expectations; wanting to her face against his chest every morning, sweetened bitter coffee and his home full of warmth and happiness. He had immersed himself into work but he was still disappointed no matter what time he came home. There was no doubt that he did love Zakariya but... There was always that 'but'... Zakariya is his son. His son, their son. Asad winced holding his chest feeling it tighten making him breathless. He missed the girls, he missed his little girl and he missed her mother.

Asad slowly opened his eyes and stared at his reflection in the mirror on the other side of the wall. He sat listening to the silence around him; a silence that reminded him of his loneliness. He tried searching for answers again and again; his heart urging him to listen carefully.

There is a voice that doesn't use words Asad... Listen...

He got up onto his feet and walked out of the room, he moved his head towards the stairs and found his feet taking him where his eyes wandered. He pushed the door open and found him lying flat on his face on the bed; he was so like her. He sat on the floor next to his bed and admired him sleeping peacefully. He took his shaky fingers and brushed his hair back sighing; he had grown up.
His eyes fell on Zakariya's hand on something, his indent finger stroking one spot after every few moments. He slipped it from under his hand and looked at it carefully to realise it was Zoya's picture, a torn picture from their wedding day. He closed his eyes shut tightly not wanting to allow the memories to come rushing back, he shot up onto his feet dropping the picture on the bed and paced out of the room. He raked his hair over and over again as he walked out onto the terrace.

"I love you Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan" He whispered into her ears.

"The addition of those names pretty much says it all Asad. I'm yours. We're married. I love you so much" She kissed his cheek.

"Hey lovebirds, say cheese" Asad and Zoya looked towards the voice being caught off guard. Zoya smiled while Asad's protective grip on her waist tightened watching the gawking guests.

'"I thought you were only mine" Asad whispered leaning against the concrete wall.

"Hey Khala. I'm on my way. Yes. Ammi will be coming in the evening. No she's coming in her car. Trust me; the train is fine with me. I'm fine. See you soon" Aaira disconnected the call and placed the phone back inside her handbag. The gloomy weather outside was making her tired but this had to be her favourite time of the year.

"You're a boring person Aaira that's why" Her inner voice spoke out of place again, and it still was the most irritating voice ever. She moved her hair to one side relaxing back against her seat; she took her novel out of her handbag and prepared to bury herself in a world of fantasy which was so unlike her. She preferred facts, numbers and news articles. She preferred to read non-fiction but here she was, sat reading something she quite loved but avoided. Her fingers went over the sharp edge of the book, her forehead creased in confusion. She opened the book properly and stared at the leaflet inside.

"Art and Sports Camp in India." She shook her head throwing the leaflet back inside the bag. "As if!" She muttered going back to her book and engrossing herself in it trying to ignore the leaflet. Her eyes went over the leaflet again, she picked it up and looked at it again, her eyes grew smaller reading his handwriting on it,

"You know you want to go grandma. Admit it. I'll let you draw me. Promise. While I look hot playing manly sport stuff and you do feminine stuff"

Aaira grunted loudly, she will murder this guy. When the hell did he get time to sneak this into her novel? She threw it back inside her bag and this time concentrated on the book for real. And before she knew it, she was lost in young widow Sophie's web of emotions and drama. Louise Bagshawe was an amazing author no doubt but her books were too... dreamy like. Unrealistic. But then again, it's fiction. A happily ever after doesn't exist in real life that's why people turn to these. She had to give it to Aryaan for giving her this book, it's a good read. Although she missed his joke about having some "glamour" in her life. She looked at the cover again, "Sparkles" She rolled her eyes. Ha ha ha. So funny. She turned back to the book and sighed; what has she become in the last three years?

Seeing her mother's struggles as a child has forced her to turn into this woman she doesn't recognise anymore. Seeing her work day and night, overworking herself to the extent she didn't know what day it was in her life. All for her. Things improved but witnessing all that as a child had left an impact on her mind. Her mother now manages one of the most successful companies in NYC but it didn't stop her from taking up a part time job from the age of 15. She told her mother it was for experience, but it wasn't. It was so that they didn't have to see those days. It was so that her mother could work less and not worry about paying her bills on time. Zeenat Khala and Anwar Khalu were there but her mother wanted to become independent. They have both become independent; however, Aaira and Zoya were independent on the basis that they won't function without one another. Aaria brightened up Zoya's life; it stopped her from drowning herself in grief and sorrow. It gave her a reason to live; it gave her a reason to achieve great things in life, for them. She made her mother win; her support meant that Zoya had learned to live without Asad. However, she hadn't learned to stop breathing his name.

Aaira didn't know whether she hated her father or she was just angry at him for what he had done to her mother. She always wondered whether he missed her, missed them. She has a torn picture of him from their wedding day but avoided looking at it, because with each glance, new questions arose. Questions she couldn't find answers to. She had learned to mask her emotions well, she didn't realise until Aryaan pointed out her shell, how many veils she had put on only time will be able to tell. Aryaan, her stupid friend. She didn't realise how he crawled into her life, he was such a happy character that it irritated Aaira. His jokes, sarcasm and his ability to make her smile in the most serious of situations. She didn't realise how easily and quickly he managed to make a space for himself in her life. They didn't get on, always irritated each other, both had different hobbies and mentalities but they were friends. He is the only friend she has.

Aaira sighed getting off the train, Aryaan had consumed all her thoughts again with his stupidity. She didn't tell him she was going to her Khala's.

"Heyy Ammi, just got off. I'll see you in the evening. Don't work too hard. Drive safely" Aaira put the phone down pulling her suitcase along.

"I'll get it Ammi" Aaira shouted yawning towards the door and stretching her arms out. Her beeping phone was irritating her but she was in no mood to text anyone back.

"Hello" She looked at the postman who stared at her appearance for a moment. She glared at him forcing him to snap out of his thoughts and pass a few letters to Aaira asking her to sign the documents. She closed the door instantly seeing the smug look on his face, she skimmed through the all the letters just so that she could throw them on the table having checked it. She froze coming to the biggest letter, the envelope was big and thick. Her eyes grew wide seeing her mother's name as the recipient. She stared at it before taking it back to her bedroom ignoring her mother's calls from the breakfast table. She sat on her bed and ripped it open, her eyes immediately stuck on one word, one bold word on top of the file of papers: DIVORCE.

She felt her throat go dry at sight of that one word, her reasoning for her not to dislike her father failing to stick in her mind. After all these years, he wanted to divorce her mother. She tried to fight herself as she felt her eyes fill up, a mixture of emotions running through her mind. She healed to be wounded again. How was her mother going to face the reality of her marriage once more. The relation was too pure to be broken, the individuals may have gone their separate ways but one of the reasons they left their marriage where they did was because of its purity. They didn't want their children to look at them as divorcees, they had an understanding.

"Not so fast." Aaira wiped her tears, "Not so fast, I have a few questions you have to answer first Abbu. Answers that you have to give before this news reaches my mother." Aaira wiped her tears placing the divorce papers under her pillow. She grabbed her phone and dialled her friend's number.

"Aryaan... I'm going to India." Aaira spoke with determination while her friend listened to her stunned.

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Ignore any mistakes. Hope you guys liked it!

Much loves <3

I can't believe for someone who at most time is a silent reader (I know that is a bad trait) but I am the first one to comment. What a beautiful story and so gripping. I did not want that first chapter to end. Simply awesome!

What divorce, u still love.her tho
omg loved the update
so many questions in my head