Asya(Kabhi) SS' Two of a Kind Colab Note Pg 22 - Page 6

To see the kids fighting for their parents

Divorce really asad after all those yrs ur daughter will be the right one for u

So Aaira looks like asad and zakariya looks like zoya and that is y asad can't look at him

He can't believe she survive without him

So zak has zoya pic it is ripped and I guess his sis have the other part

Can't wait for more aaira going to india

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There was pain...thrill...love...suspense...

Why did asya part their ways??? What made asad send zoya divorce notice after freaking 18 yrs...???

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Chapter Two

She looked at her watch impatiently waiting for Aryaan to arrive. Why? She didn't know. Her plan was to get him to drop her off to the airport but because he is how he is, mentally unstable, asked her to meet him here. What the hell would he do coming here now, carry her to India?

"Idiot" She muttered crossing her arms.

"Hey, I heard that!" Aryaan shouted from behind her, she jumped around to find him smiling his cheesiest smile. Annoying. "This idiot has our tickets!"

"Our tickets?" She raised her eyebrow.

"Ooh I like that thing you do with your eyebrow-" Aryaan teased motioning his face, he stopped taking in her glares.
"Heyhey, just because you're running away from home and I praised this daring act of yours- you AINT going anywhere alone. I'm running away with you!' He placed his side bag over his shoulder and marched his macho self over to the counter. "Anyways, you didn't think I'd let you enjoy my idea, aloneee? NAHHH' He shook his head. Aaira blinked at his back watching the attendant flirt with him while he checked them in. He had his way with women, with his charming good looks and manners of a gentleman had women begging at their knees. The playboy image he portrays on the outside is nothing like what he is actually inside. Most women are attracted to his sex appeal, the rest, a few rest, fall in love with the way he makes them laugh. But, what was it about her friend that forced her to agree with everything he said. Yes she knew this trip would be incomplete without him but she didn't want him to leave all his commitments for her.

"Aryaan, You know the real reason I'm going. Why are you doing this?" She asked sadly, she felt drained as it is having thought over this plan, over and over again. The stress of knowing that her mother was going to read her letter and her phone will be bombarded with calls any moment now was killing her.

"Because grandma. One, we're in this together. And second, I'm the only person that could stop your Ammi from coming after you before you complete your plan. Hold up, think I got the importance of those priorities wrong" Aryaan scratched his head before winking at her.
"Let's go" He grabbed her suitcase and walked away leaving her to follow behind him, sulking.
"How the hell did you leave with this suitcase? I swear everyone at home needs to go through an eye check" Aryaan remarked. "Btw, it was my leaflet wasn't it?' He looked at her with a smirk. "I guess the book helps you dress better" He laughed behind her as she stormed off. Aaira turned around and pointed at him, her indent finger threatening to do some real damage.

"One more word" She opened her eyes wide threatening him.

"Something is happening to your nose' He blew a kiss in the air walking around her making her more angry.
"Grandma, okay sorry. Aaira. Listen to me. You yourself don't know how big this is. Do you even know what you're going to do first?' He placed the bags on the floor and grabbed her shoulders. Aryaan sighed staring into her eyes and for once not being able to read any emotions. He was the only one that knew her inside out but today... there was something else there.

"It's okay to cry sometimes."

"I just need some answers Aryaan. Just some answers." She sat down on the waiting chairs. She looked at down at her lap feeling her phone vibrate.

"Switch it off." He told her.

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While on the other side of the world was Zakariya. Oblivious to everything happening in his parent's worlds, and his twin's. Zakariya was excited for the Sports Camp because he enjoyed getting Physical. Football was his passion. It was like a ritual for him to go this Camp, and enjoy himself, spending time with his friends and meeting new people; it was famous worldwide.
Asad never liked sending him this camp because even though Asad never talked to Zakariya a lot because he reminded him so much of Zoya, he still loved him unconditionally and would do anything for him and hated being away from him, though he'd never admit it. But Asad never denied him going to camp because he knew the happiness he went through going to the camp and it gave him a sense of relief that he could at least give Zakariya happiness- happiness that every father wants to give his child, no matter how drifted apart they may seem.

Zakariya was like his mother in every sense he talked and talked until his throat hurt or when his father gave him one of his signature deadly glares. It was the day. The day when Zakariya would finally go back to camp, excitement knew no bounds- clearly indicated by his last minute packing- like mother like son in this instance. Zakariya was a carbon copy of his mother.

He was in his room throwing clothes into his suitcase and anything else he thought could be useful because even though he was going for around 2 weeks he was packing everything. Which was weird for a normal guy who would be done with a few things. Just like his mom, his room was a mess with his suitcase in the middle off the room, clothes thrown everywhere, there was no room for anyone to even stand in and walk around. He was pacing back and forth looking over and over in his room trying to think if he forgot anything and this is how Asad found Zakariya and his room.

Asad: Zakariya what are you doing? And how many times have I told you to clean your room when will you ever listen to me?

Zakariya: Sorry Abbu, but you know camp is about to start and I was just packing and making sure I don't forget anything.

Asad: You are just going for two weeks I think you should be fine.

Zakariya: But Abbu you can never be too sure you never know when I need something and I can't get it then what will I do?

Asad: Sometimes in life we have to live without things even when we need it but we can't have it as much as we want to. Anyways you should be fine. Now get ready the car is downstairs waiting for you. Be down in 10 minutes.

Zakariya: Yes Abbu.

And that was as casual as their conversation could get.

Asad walked outside the room leaving Zakariya running around his room just how Zoya would have been. Asad was looking at Zakariya and his heart hurt seeing this but still he had a sad smile on his face.

Asad to himself: I will miss you beta regardless of all my feelings you are the only thing Zoya left me and yes it hurts because you remind me of Zoya everyday but still I love you and will miss you a lot just how I miss your Ammi every day.

Asad sighed and went back downstairs and waited in the car for Zakariya.

Back in the room Zakariya finally had finished packing and was about to go down but double checked before he left.

Zakariya: Well everything is packed I hope. Anyways it's just camp where all my friends will be if I need anything I can ask them. It's not like I will need to be ready for anyone there plus Abbu is right its just 2 weeks they will pass by quickly and I will be back.

Finally Zakariya came back downstairs and saw Asad waiting impatiently for him because he knew Asad was very time efficient and hated it whenever he was late.

Zakariya reached Asad and mumbled a sorry to him, Asad just nodded controlling his anger and went and sat in the car.

Finally they were on the way to the camp.

While sitting in the car with dead silence prevailing Asad finally broke the silence

Asad: Why can't you be more time efficient and be more responsible?

Zakariya: What?

Asad: You always come home late every night, you are never on time for anything. You are just as careless as your mo-

Zakariya stared at the sudden change in his mood. Their day never starts nor ends without a fight.

Zakariya: like who? My mother? Yes I am careless because unlike you I want to enjoy my life and not live a life where I am like a robot!

This angered Asad to the core,

Asad: ZAKARIYA!!! I have not taught you to yell at your elders have I? How dare you talk to your Abbu like this?

Zakariya: Taught me? Really Abbu? You taught me what? You were never there for me and taught me anything, you always tried to avoid me at any cost. Yes I have seen you never are happy to see me like normal fathers do, you never showed affection towards me, you never did what a normal father does with their son! The only thing you have done is just given me a set of rules to follow!

Asad: Don't you dare! I have brought you up since you were a child! Yes I might not have been there for you all the time but there are reasons behind that. And yes I have set many rules for you but I have done that only for your well being! Like for your friends they are nothing but a bad influence on you, you always come home late because you are too busy partying with them! Immature.

Zakariya rolled his eyes at Asad while Asad just glared at him at that point.

Zakariya: Don't do this Zakariya. Don't do that Zakariya. Have you ever thought about why I do this? Why I bug you, why I do opposite of what you say? For your two minutes attention. Because frankly, Abbu- you have no time away from your self-concealed emotions to be able to see anything else. Do you hate me or do you love me? I have received more love from my mother's picture. I've always believed that one day you'll turn around and you'll actually start loving me. But... I guess Ammi drifted away for the very same reason...

Asad had been shot by his words; Ammi drifted away for the very same reason...

Zakariya: Oh as for my friends, I always believed in family over friends... However, they have proved to be more of a family than you. I hope you understand- You're pushing me away, one day I'll just slip through your fingers. Just be happy for now that I will be out of your life for two weeks! I should've moved away for uni.

Zakariya luckily spotted his friends outside a coffee shop and told Asad to stop the car. Asad did stop the car.

Zakariya: I don't need your fake sympathy and affection. I will go to the camp myself with the friends that seem to have a bad influence on me because it will irritate you. I'd rather enjoy my journey to the camp instead of being here fighting with you.

Zakariya gets out of the car and slams the door grabbing his suitcase out of the car.

Zakariya: Goodbye Abbu, enjoy your two weeks without me.

Zakariya left leaving a heartbroken and angry Asad behind to be with his friends instead.

Asad didn't know what to do at that point because the only thing Asad felt at that time was anger but also he could feel his heart breaking into more tiny pieces even if that was possible hearing Zakariya say those words to him.

Asad's heart had been broken so many times in billions of pieces which he thought cannot be put back together and after hearing what Zakariya thought about him made it break more. Asad was a broken man, he was living but not living he had a heart but the heart was with someone else, he may be their physically but mentally all he thinks about was the one person who he would truly ever loved and thinking that he had hurt Zakariya this much hurt him like if he was shot with hundred bullets in the chest. Asad just sat there in his car with tears streaming down his eyes, his past tangling his present, he wondered about Zoya, he thought about the incident with Zakariya- he wondered about Aaira's relationship with her mother- and whether they grew up to be the same kind of twins... or maybe they turned out be two of a kind.

I really can see zak's similarity with his mother...he stood up to asad!!! Fearlessly...

And asad...i pity the poor guy...and i am dying to know what is the real reason that compelled asad and zoya to part their ways...??!!

Continue soon...

They love each other- That is clear. Even after everything they both have been through- their love hasn't disappeared and neither will it disappear ever! Because love is love- it lasts forever.

The story hasn't progressed much, and there a lot of aspects to yet explore. Asad did commit a mistake, and it is clear that it might have been a misunderstanding of some sort.

Asad cannot suffer alone, Zoya must suffer along with him because they're both one! Zoya cannot live without Asad- whatever happened all those years ago affects them- but they are connected by their children. They are living for their children, the very reason they separated- they didn't want their children to grow watching them fight- or hate each other! I'm sorry I'm beating around the bush because I don't want to give the plot away!

Zoya has learned to live without Asad, but she does miss him and it's expected! Technically, Zoya is happier than Asad.

Anyways, it's up to you if you still want a PM for this story!

As an author, I've tried my best to explain but the rest is upto the readers whether they want to stick to the story and watch it unfold.