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Chapter 25

Soon, everyone stood in the hall counting down to the New Year. He saw her speaking the numbers next to him. "8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...Happy New Year Mr. Khan," she exclaimed as she turned to him. "Happy New Year Zoya," he said as he turned to face her. Now that he had realized his feelings for her, she looked different. He didn't know that someone could look so beautiful under the moonlight. She looked angelic. The nightly wind blowing her bangs slightly, her cheeks dimpled with a big grin, and her eyes that spoke volumes. He held her hand and pulled her closer. "Was she really ready? Should he tell her what he had just figured out himself? Was this the right moment?" he thought as he admired her face. Seeing her pink lips, his heart fluttered as he felt the urge to taste them. To take them into a kiss of love, to share what he felt for her with her. Zoya could feel his intense gaze pierce through her skin. She could see that he was moving close to her. There was something in his eyes that she couldn't describe. "Yeh Mr. Khan kya karne wale hai? Yeh sabh keh saamne mere paas kyun aarahe hai, Allah miyan!" she thought. "Tume kya lagtha hai Zoya, Mr. Khan tumare kareeb kyun aana chathe hai, are you really that dumb?" her heart retorted. "I am not dumb ok, I am just...I don't know confused," her head defended. "Zoya and confused...that's knew," her ego stated. He was an inch away from her lips when he felt her shudder under his touch. He looked up and he could tell that she was unsure. He recalled the promise that he had made to her on their wedding night. As hard as it was, he stepped back, increasing the distance between them. She wasn't ready for this, he yelled at himself. Zoya was now even more confused. "Was he just about to kiss her? And then decided against it? Was it because of her?" she wondered. Just the thought of him kissing her made her heart race and butterflies dance in her stomach. Right then, his phone ringed breaking both their thoughts. He excused himself to answer the call. As Zoya saw his retreating figure, her heart felt a plunge of pain. Why did it hurt that he chose not to kiss her? Was she not good enough? But, he did kiss her, well more like brushed his lips against hers a while ago, when they have been interrupted with Imran. "What does he want with her?" she thought. "But more importantly, what did she want?" her mind questioned. She sighed having no answers. Just then, Asad returned. "Sorry Zoya, par hume jaana hoga. Woh kuch clients kehliye ek presentation redesign karna hai," he told her. Zoya could tell that he was frustrated at someone. "Aap kisise naraaz hai?" she asked. "Aisa kuch nahi, chalo," he firmly stated. Zoya nodded and they both left the party after bidding their good byes with the host.

Once they reached home, Asad told Zoya that she should go to bed as he had to work on the presentation and it will probably be late. Asad had changed and left for the study so he didn't have to disturb her. Sleep was far from Zoya's eyes. From the past couple weeks, she just couldn't understand what she felt for Asad. Yes, he was a nice guy well more like a great guy. She knew he respected her and cared for her but still there was something missing. May be she desired the emotional connection with him that he restricted from her. She preferred to know his feelings, whether good or bad. Aren't you asking for too much Zoya? This marriage was a compromise for both of you. You are husband and wife for the rest of the world but behind closed doors, you know the truth of this relationship. But, this marriage is no compromise for her anymore. She genuinely wanted this relationship to work. She was involved in this, with all her heart and soul. But what about him? Did he feel the same way? Well, you would know if he ever told you, she mocked herself. She sighed as she turned to the other side on the couch. Seeing the empty bed, she figured that he must still be in the study. Soon, slumber took over her and she fell asleep.

The next morning Asad had woken up with a headache. Zoya offered to make him coffee and left for the kitchen. He was working on some designs that needed to be finalized. "Oh come on Aman, kya tum log yeh bhi theek se nahi karsakthe? Kya saare kaam mujhe hi karni padega," she heard him yell as she walked in with a cup, steaming with his black coffee. She took a seat next to him on the couch and placed the coffee on the table. He was yelling on the phone and she looked at the prints on the computer. As she hung up, "Allah miyan, whats wrong with you Mr. Khan? Kitna gussa karte hai aap. Kohi Sunday koh bhi kaam karta hai kya?" she said. Asad just rolled his eyes as he picked up the coffee mug. "main aapki help karo?" she asked. "Tum?" he asked surprised. "Ha Mr. Khan itne meino se aap ko kaam karte huwe dekh rahi hoon, mujhe bhi kuch aata hai," she said rasing her invisible collar. "Accha?" Asad said smirking. "You don't know the perks of being Mrs. Asad Ahmed Khan," she proudly said as he chuckled. Zoya explained what he could change in the building structure which could save him money and make the model more appealing. "Wow Zoya, paata nahi yeh maine kyun soocha. Thanks," he said. "Woh issliye Mr. Khan kyun ki aapko sirf gussa yaad rehta hai," she teased. Asad just glared at her and Zoya laughed more at his reaction. "Accha Mr. Khan aap coffee pee lijiye, main jaake ammi koh kitchen mein help karde thi hoon," Zoya said. Asad nodded sipping his coffee and she left. Zoya walked into the kitchen to see Dilshad and Nikhat cooking breakfast and Najma on the counter sipping coffee. "Ammi, it smells so good here," Zoya said as she joined Najma on the counter. "Ammi na unke famous paya bana rahi hai," Nikhat said. "Waise Zoya, tum bhi toh bahut saari cheeze seek gayi ho, tume kuch banana chahiye," Dilshad said. "Nahi nahi ammi, mera khaana kohi nahi kahega," Zoya said as she grabbed a bottle of strawberry jam and spoon from the corner of the counter. "Don't worry Zoya, hum tumse itna pyaar karte hai toh hum khalenge," Nikhat said. "Shayad lekin main aap sabh koh torture nahi karna chathi," Zoya said and the ladies chuckled. Zoya opened the jar and started to eat the jam. "Bhabhi...aap hamesha yeh jam kyun khathi rehti hai," Najma teased. "Woh kya haina mujhe bachpan se strawberry jam bahut pasand hai. Bachpan se kha nahi sakhi lekin aabh apni khwaish puri karahi hoon, thanks to my pyaari ammi," Zoya said looking at Dilshad. "Bhabhi lagtha hai bhaijaan ka nahi aapka naam jammy hona chahiye," Najma said. "Tumare bhaijaan ka naam jammy hai...saach?" Zoya said. "Ha woh bachpan mein unne jammy kehte the," Najma said. Zoya couldn't believe it. She started to laugh and Najma joined her. Dilshad and Nikhat glared at Najma and she stopped laughing realizing what she had said. Zoya didn't see the interaction between them and still kept laughing.

Asad had finished his coffee and had gone to the kitchen to return the cup. When he heard the name, his hands formed into a fist. Haunting memories rushed through his mind. He slammed the cup on the dining table. Walking up the stairs, it all came back. "jammy...aaj hum bahut khush hai aaj se khala humari ammi banjayengi...Humare bachpan keh dost humare shohar bane, Allah ne humari dua puri kardi...tum itna gussa kyun karahe ho Asad? Joh bhi hua bhul jao, hum aabh bhi tumse nikaah karlenge." He went into the room and slammed the door. He pushed the vase with flowers on the ground shattering it. He took his anger out on the liefeless things in the room. He pushed the window open and felt the air touch his skin. Every time he wanted to move forward, something pulled him back into the black hole. Breakfast was ready and Dilshad had sent Zoya to fetch Asad. Zoya walked into the room and saw Asad was facing the window. "Mr. Khan nashta ready hai," she said. "Kaha kohe hai Mr. Khan? Aapko paata hai Najma ne mujhe bataya keh aapko bachpan mein jammy bhulaya jaata tha," she said as she giggled. "Aapko paata hai maine toh aap kehliye ek rhyme bhi soochi hai...jammy jammy yes puppa, eating sugar no puppa, telling lies..." Zoya was in her own accord and she kept talking. "Shut up Zoya! Just shut up!" Asad roared. Zoya was shocked. "Par Mr. Khan kya hua?" she asked innocently. Asad grabbed her by her arms, "tum thodi dher chup nahi reha sakthi...hamesha kuch na kuch bolna zaroori hai. Soocha hai tumari harkat se kissi ko takleef hosakthi hai," he yelled. "Par maine kiya kya hai?" Zoya asked. His grip on her shoulders was hurting her. Asad's anger had taken over him. He didn't realize that his hold on her arms was getting tighter. She saw his eyes were red with anger but she was still confused as to why. A little while ago, he was perfectly fine. "Mr. Khan chodiye mujhe...chodiye," she said trying to push him away but he was too strong for her. "Please Mr. Khan," Zoya said pleadingly as her eyes filled with tears. As tears rolled down her cheeks, Asad realized what he was doing. He freed his hold on her arms and moved back. He ran his hands through his hair and rushed out of the room.

More tears filled her eyes as everything that had just occurred ran through her mind. Zoya looked around the room and saw the broken things. Why was Asad mad? What has she done? She heard Dilshad calling for her. She went downstairs and joined everyone for breakfast. Dilshad noticed Zoya's red eyes, "Zoya tum theek ho?" she asked. "Jee ammi," Zoya said. "Asad kaha reha gaya?" Dilshad asked. "Woh actually unne kuch kaam aagaya issliye woh chale gaye," Zoya said. "Tum sach mein theek ho?" Nikhat asked. "Ha bhabhi. Woh bas thoda sir mein dard horaha hai," Zoya replied. "Main coffee bana doh?" Dilshad offered. "Nahi Ammi, main thodi dher rest karlongi toh shayad theek hojayega, mujhe nashta nahi chahiye. Main thodi dher mein aati hoon," Zoya said and excused herself back to the room. Dilshad knew something was wrong but didn't want to force Zoya. She returned to the room and tried to clean up the mess that he had created. More tears rolled down her cheeks. As she was picking up one of the glass pieces, it slit her palm. She looked at the blood that was oozing out of her hand. Surpirisingly, it wasn't her hand that hurt. She felt more pain in her heart than in her hand. The rest of the day she just stayed in the room. She waited for him to return. She wanted to ask him what she had done wrong but he never came. It was late evening but he still hasn't returned. She pulled out her mother's picture and sat on the couch. "Mr. Khan itna gussa kyun hogaye ammi! Mujhse kohi galati huwi kya? Nikaah koh itna waqt hogaya phir bhi mujhe Mr. Khan khabhi khabhi ajnabee lagthe hai. Unka khabhi theek rehna aur khabi aisa gussa karna, mujhe kuch samaj nahi aaraha hai," she said. "Kash aap yaha hoti toh main aap se pooch leti, paata nahi kya karo," Zoya said looking at her mother as tears rolled down her cheeks. In the middle of the dark Bhopal highway, he lay against his car. Seeing the tears in her eyes, he realized what he had done was wrong. Seeing her cry made his heart break into a million pieces. He had no right to do that to her. It wasn't fair! "Aur Zoya sahi thi, iss sabh mein uss ki kya galati hai," he thought. "Dammit!" he yelled banging his car. He owed her an apology. He got into the car and sped through the roads to reach back home.

Asad made a quick stop and bought some chocolates on his way home. He parked his car and rushed up the stairs. He opened the door and was shocked to see her. She was cuddled up on the couch with a photo clutched to her chest. He could see the dried tears on her cheeks. He cursed himself for hurting her. His guilt punched him in the heart. He moved towards her and took the photo from her. It was the picture of her mother. He knew that she only did this when she was worried about something. And today he was the reason for her tears. He placed the picture on the table next to her. Asad got up and went to the bed and returned with a pillow and blanket. He slowly lifted her head and placed the pillow underneath. She then covered her with the blanket. As he was about to move away, he felt her grasp his arm. "Maine kya kiya hai? Kuch bhi toh nahi? Maine kuch nahi kiya," she mumbled as she shifted in her sleep making her hair fall on her cheeks. Asad closed his eyes in pain. It seemed like the pain in his heart increased thousand times over. "I am sorry Zoya, I am really sorry!" he said, tucking her hair away and caressing it. He didn't know how long he sat next to her on the floor, admiring her. "Yeh tum kya karahe ho Asad? Why are you hurting her? It's not fair! Tum aisa nahi karsakthe. Dekh rahe hona keh tume usse kitni takleef deh rahe ho," he mentally scolded himself. After a while, he slowly untangled his hand from her hold and got up. Looking at her one last time, he left. Later, he changed and hit the bed looking at his sleeping wife.

Asad was deep in sleep when her screams woke him up. He opened his eyes and rushed to her side. He saw her hands in the air, calling out to her mother and tears rolling down her cheeks. "Zoya, utho...Zoya," he called out. She jerked out and sat up on the couch, panting for breath. "Tum theek ho?" he asked as he sat up next to her. She wiped her tears and composed herself. "Main theek hoon," she said as she moved away from him, increasing the distance between them. Asad felt like someone had just taken a knife and stabbed his heart. The way she seemed so distant, aloof towards him, wounded him. "Pani chahiye?" he asked. She just nodded negatively. He could see that she was sweating profusely and her hands were clasped together still scared from what she had seen in the dream. "Zoya, dekho joh bhi hua main...," Asad said when she interrupted. "I am sorry maine aapko utadiya, bahut raat hogayi hai aap sohjayiye," she told him. Asad could feel his anger resurface. Here he was trying to amend his mistake, but this girl...stubborn she was, wouldn't let this go so soon, he thought. Controlling himself, he walked up to the night table and returned with a glass of water. "Yeh lo pee lo," he said offering her the glass. "Nahi chahiye Mr. Khan," she said, her eyes on the floor. He was furious but he knew that if he said anything, things would only get worse. "Pani pee lo Zoya...don't be childish," Asad said as he took her hand and pressed the glass in her hold. "Ahhh!" she screamed and quickly placed the glass table in front of her, as her eyes filled with tears. "Kya hua?" he asked worried. He knew he hasn't been that forceful that he could hurt her hand. When she didn't reply, he took her right hand in his and opened her wrist. He was shocked. There was a linear scar on her plam that was pretty deep from what he could see. "Yeh tum...chot kaise lagi?" he asked concerned. "Kuch nahi...bas subhe," Zoya trailed off as the events of the morning bought back agonizing memories. Asad felt his heart constrict at the thought that she was hurt because of him. He quickly went into the bathroom and returned with the first aid box. He tried to catch her hand but she retreated back. "Its ok Mr. Khan mujhe dard nahi horaha hai," she said. "Mujhe horaha hai!" he yelled as she looked at him surprised. "Aabh chup chap tumara haath doh aur chup baito, mujhe kuch nahi suna hai," he scolded. Asad took her hand in his and this time, she didn't try to argue. He cleaned the wound, applied some antiseptic, and bandaged her hand. Without saying anything, he took the box and left. Zoya saw him return a few minutes later and climb into bed. "Aap yeh kya karahe hai Mr. Khan mere saath. Khabhi aap mujhpar chilate hai, aur chot dehte hai. Aur khabhi aap ussi chot par marham laaga the hai. Mujhe toh kuch samaj nahi aaraha hai, kya karoon. Mujhe sirf aapko samaj na hai, par shayad main aapko khabhi samaj nahi paungi," she thought sadly as she sat there looking at her bandaged hand and then at her husband on the bed, with his back towards her.

Asad opened his eyes to find his wife praying as he did every morning. But, she wasn't there. He quickly got off the bed and searched for but she wasn't in the room. He looked around the house and found her in the kitchen. She was making coffee with naseem khala. He walked in, "Zoya mujhe tumse baat karni hai," he firmly stated. Naseem khala excused herself saying she would give coffee to Dilshad and Rashid and left. Zoya poured his black coffee and placed the cup in front of him and walked out. "Zoya...Zoya!" he said following her. "Mr. Khan mujhe aap se kohi baat nahi karni," she said. "Lekin mujhe karni hai," Asad told her and caught hold of her hand. "Mr. Khan, aap kya karahe hai, chodiye," she whispered, worried that if someone saw them, they might know that they were arguing. He would always get away from the questions with his usual mumbling. But, she couldn't do that. Ignoring her protests, he dragged her up the stairs and into the room. "Zoya ek baar meri baat sunlo," Asad said. Zoya didn't want to talk to him. She was angry. She wasn't one of the girls who got angry easily but she has had it with his extreme emotions. As she was about to leave, he held her wrist, "please!" he pleaded. Zoya stopped and turned to face him. "Zoya kal joh bhi I am sorry for that. I didn't mean any of it, it's just. Please usse bhul jao, I am really sorry," Asad said. Zoya didn't respond. He went to the night table and returned to her, "aur maine tumare liye chocolates bhi laaya hoon," Asad told her. Zoya still didn't respond. He moved closed and grabbed her hands in his. He knew he had hurt her. "Zoya kuch bolo," he said, looking at her to say something.

She removed her hands from his and moved back. "Nahi Mr. Khan har baar sirf sorry keha kar aur yeh chocolates dekhar aap mere saath aise nahi karsakthe," she told him. Asad looked at her shocked. "Aap koh kya lagtha hai Mr. Khan mujhe kaisa lagtha hoga jab bhi aap aise chilathe hai phir sorry keha dehte hai, mujhe kaisa lagtha hoga," she asked painfully. He had no answers. He just listened to what she had to say. "Maine bahut kosish ki hai Mr. Khan keh aap ko apni space doon aur aapko jaan ne kosish karo lekin, lekin jab bhi mujhe lagtha hai keh main aapko thoda bahut jaanti hoon aap mera baroosa thode the hai. Main jaanti hoon Mr. Khan keh aap yeh nikaah nahi karna chathe the aur main bhi nahi lekin nikaah hone keh baad maine har kosish ki hai. Har kosish ki hai keh main aapko samaj sakon aur iss rishto koh nibha sakon lekin mujhe aaj bhi aap keh saath ek ajnabee hi mehsoos hota hai," she yelled as tears filled her eyes. "Aap mujhe khabhi kuch nahi baata dehte. Hamesha sirf chilate hai phir yeh chocolates lakar dehte hai. Aur main kuch nahi poochti. Lekin mujhse aur nahi hota Mr. Khan. Mujhe aapki yeh chuppi bardasht nahi hoti hai," she said. Zoya had worked really hard to get to know him. But each time, she felt her hopes broken when he would get mad and yell at her without any reason. And if there was reason, she was never made aware of it. "I am sorry Mr. Khan lekin iss baar aapko chocolate dehne se ya sorry bol ne se aapko maafi nahi milegi. Mujhe yeh rishta saachayi se nibhana hai aur issliye main aapko apni har baat baata thi hoon. Aap se share karti hoon. Mujhe laaga tha keh hum asli maiine (meaning) mein shohar aur biwi ho naho, at least dost toh hai lekin I was wrong," she told him. Asad closed his eyes in guilt. She had misunderstood it all. She was much more than a friend to him. He loved her. Seeing her stand in front of him and cry, moistened his eyes. He moved forward to tell her something when she moved back again. "please door rahi mujhse, mujhe aap se kohi baat nahi karni hai," Zoya said as she ran out of the room. If Asad was guilty before, now his heart filled with pain. The girl he loved couldn't understand him, what could be worse. He had to do something! He had to make her understand what she meant to him. And for that, he would do anything!

Zoya ran out of the room and outside the house. She felt suffocated seeing him with so much pain in his eyes. She ran and took a seat on the wooden chair in the backyard under the sunny skies as tears rolled down her cheeks. "Itna dard kyun hota hai Allah miyan. Agar Mr. Khan mujhe kuch nahi baatana chathe toh nahi sahi. Woh unki marzi hai. Mujhe kyun jaana hai keh unne kaise lagtha, kyun?" she cried. "Zindagi bar logo ne mujhpar gussa kiya hai lekin mujhe shayad khabhi utni takleef nahi huwi hai jitna keh tabh hoti hai jab Mr. Khan mujh par chilate hai," she said. "Aur aap Allah miyan, aapko mere saath hi aise kyun karna hai. Aapko maine bola tha na keh aapko meri madad karni hai, Mr. Khan koh samaj ne mein. Nahi! Aapko toh bahut maaza aata hai Zoya koh aise pagal loki taara chilate huwe," she complained looking up at the sky. Lost in her own world, Zoya missed the four pair of eyes watching and listening to her conversation with her Almighty. Asad had searched for her everywhere and found her there. Hearing her words made him feel worse, if that was even possible. He felt his stomach twist in a disgusted knot. His silence has torn her inside. She has been suffering in silence because he didn't have the courage to speak what his heart felt. "Dammit Asad...kyun? Kyun tum apne dil ki baat usse bol dehte. Usse haq hai, issliye nahi kyun ki woh tumari biwi hai balki issliye kyun ki tum usse pyaar karte ho," he scolded himself. "Par kya woh mujhse pyaar karti hai? Kya meri khamoshiyan usse mujhse door lekar chali gayi hai," he wondered looking at her from the door. Dilshad stood in between the two, unknown to both of them. She hasn't seen Asad who was partly hidden due to the tall bushes. She saw Zoya crying and has even heard her words. Tears filled her eyes as she looked at the broken soul in front of her. "Ya Allah, yeh kya horaha hai? Maine soocha keh Zoya Asad koh samaj payegi lekin lagtha hai keh Asad ki khamoshi usse takleef keh alava kuch nahi deh rahi hai," she thought. "Kya Rashid sahi the? Kya Asad Zoya koh izzat aur parwa deh saktha hai par pyaar nahi. Ya Allah, agar mujhse galati hogayi hai toh uski saaza mujhe dehna, mere bacchon koh nahi. Main toh bas unki khushi chathi hoon aapse, aur kuch nahi," she silently prayed.

How is Asad going to tell Zoya what he really felt? Will Dilshad help him? Will Zoya understand Asad? Keep reading to find out!

Hello Hello!

I know its been a while and I am sorry to keep you guys waiting, really couldnt do anything without the internet. I am really thankful for everyone being patient and understanding 🤗 I know this wasn't a very happy chapter but let the story play out. This is important so that little Mr. Bhuddu ram Asad realizes what he is doing to Zoya 😆 Looking forward to your comments 😃

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Superd update 👏 feeling bad 4 both of them asad bcos he din't have will to tell his feelings bcos of his past n 4 zoya she has to suffer 4 asad's behaviour plzz continue soon want to read more

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