~Bring Me Back To Life~ AsYa SS UPDATED!!!!! Page 30 - Page 21

Originally posted by: PrettYSmile

Hey take care of yourself...

Being a med student you should know it better health comes first ..right...

N take out a Lil bit time for the updates :p...

Take care

Hi,
yeah.. but medicine is just THAT hard! trust me... :/
I hope youre still there.. :)

Originally posted by: jayasree.rao

Read all parts at one go. Loved it and curious too as to what happened to Zoya in the past.

Ease update and complete the story.

Please...,...

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Originally posted by: Asya_Forever

Read all parts in one go.
I really love your story.
Please continue soon
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Originally posted by: SanKsgian

Just read all the chapters

Really liked it

Continue soon

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Originally posted by: allwaysasya

Hey you disappeared again
update kab milegi

Hey m back again..
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Originally posted by: 9849565007

Hi How are you now? When wil you update

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Part 8
The First Blow

The drive home was suffocating. With her crying and him confused, guilty, angry and what not! He didn't even trust himself enough to speak or he knew he would lose it and take it out on her. He was way too shocked with the revelation that he himself didn't know when the ride ended and as soon as he parked the car, she rushed out of the car. While he just kept looking at her retreating back...

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Asad was pacing in the hall. Recapping over and over the conversation in his head. He kicked the floor cushion hard when he could draw not even a single conclusion out of it even after repeating it in his head over a millionth time. He just rubbed his hands over his face and looked at the clock, it showed 3 AM. He sighed. Zoya was in the bedroom since they'd come back and as much as he wanted to go to her, comfort her, he just couldn't... not before he wrapped his head around it. He was so damn frustrated, if she had told him that much, why couldn't she tell him the reason.. at least it would make a little sense then. I mean why would anyone give a statement so unbelievable!

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As soon as the clock struck 6 in the morning, Asad stood up from the couch and made his way towards the door, it was two hours to his shift but he knew if he stayed a minute more in this house, he'll freak out. He still didn't trust himself enough to go see her.

In his cabin, he sighed rubbing his sleep deprived eyes, he tried to concentrate on the case file before him. He had a surgery in half an hour and all he cloud think of was about last night.
He closed his eyes for some time, and when he opened them, there was a resolve in them. He was not going to let it happen, the ice that he broke was not to be formed again. It was not something on which they should shut each other out. I mean c'mon...to an observer it may even seem childish, not looking at each other when something hadn't even happened. And well, if she is not talking he had a tongue capable enough to speak and ego adaptable enough to be the first one to try and mend things.
He patted himself.

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Zoya sat in the balcony hugging her knees, looking at the clouded sky. They came home together but none of them exchanged a word. Strangely enough, the ice between them was killing her, she just wanted it to end. She'd been way too cold in her life to deny warmth now. Especially when this warmth felt so pure, so... selfless. Suddenly she saw a hand holding out a cup of steaming coffee right in front of her, she looked at the source astonished. Is this man for real?

"Please pakar lo, my hand is kinda tired!" He said smiling.
"Th-thank you" and his smile added to her guilt.

And he smiled again. She didn't know what to do, so she just kept looking ahead look at him Zoya, you treated him like shit last night, he took you out for dinner and you spoiled everything, from restaurant to locking him out overnight... you ruined everything and here he is, presenting you with your favorite coffee.
But how can he be so nice? She simply failed to reason for all she'd seen her whole life was filth... and so in this moment, a decision was made, a decision to tell him... and she knew it was just the start...
Asad sat beside her thinking, he knew he had to break the ice between them. Though what happened last night would seem something totally minute for such a reaction to the outsiders but he knew how hard had it affected their equation. And knowing her zero-words nature he knew he had to break the ice and so the coffee... but here, all he got out of his effort was ghanta! And-

Her voice stopped him midway in his self-cursing...

"I was seventeen Asad, when I resumed my education after three years..." she said in a very faint voice breaking Asad's chain of thoughts "and I had to pay for my expenses... and I- I had to look for food also...

Flashback:

Zoya woke up in the morning with a tear stained face, her body ached from last night's violence, her right cheek was still red and it hurt, abbu's hand was most definitely heavier than Raheel bhai's . She looked at herself in the mirror, A tear slipped down her swollen cheek. She splashed water on her face and came and sat on the bed very weary and tired. Her stomach grumbled and it was then she realized she hadn't eaten anything since last 36 hours, she got up to go out to the kitchen and have something to eat but she stopped, fear gripped her once again. What if she goes out and they beat her again? The thought raised every single hair on her body. Getting beaten up once in a day was more than enough for her.
She was about to step back when her stomach grumbled again. And then hunger won over all. She quietly opened the door and peeked left and then right, there was no one. So she made her way to the kitchen with muted steps. Once in the kitchen, she opened the fridge but it seemed to have been jammed, she tried again and again... and then she realized that it wasn't jammed, it was... locked!
So he meant it when he said that there will be no food for her in this house until... But never in her life was she going to give in...

She wanted to cry cause it hurt but tears never came... silently she went back to her room. At least they were letting her stay... Ah! What reasoning came.. and at what time!
So the rest of the day, she kept thinking of ways she could get something... anything to eat...

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The next morning was no different, her brother and father had come to her trying to reason the unreason able again and when she denied they beat the living shit out of her. She cleaned her bruised lip and patted wet hands on her only suite. After the whole night of crying her heart out she had finally decided to go out and find something to eat.
It was three hours now that she was going about here and there looking for food, but to no avail. Tired, she sat down on the footpath, with her legs crossed and her head bowed, her huge and only chadar covering her up. All the events from past two years flashed in front of her eyes. What had she ever done to deserve these last two years of her life? Tears blurred her vision and her lips quivered when a shiny metallic surface landed on her lap. Reaching out to it she held it in her hands, its cold creating sensation on her fingertips. And when the tears in her eyes slipped down, clearing her vision, she was traumatized as she held that cold 5 rupee coin in her hands, So that was her status now, even after all she endured? A tramp? But hadn't they seen her face? Did she look like it? She questioned Allah and then another coin was thrown into her lap. So yes? Was it a yes from the Divine?
It was almost lunch time and a handful of coins had been thrown her way. She was so shocked and tired and hungry that she didn't even dare to utter a word in retaliation of people thinking of her as a beggar so she sat quietly seeing nature play Its tricks with her. The word Hunger and her stomach grumble again so she collected the coins in her hands and started walking towards nowhere in search of food.
When she was passing from a Masjid and she saw Maulvi Sahab distributing food, so without giving it a second thought she quickly wrapped her head and got in the line.
A few minutes later she sat at the Masjid's gate eating the last of her bread with some kind of broth Maulvi Sahab had given her. The food tasted of... insult.
And then that was her routine, she would go out, sit on the footpath at the same place, get some money and then go here and there in search of food, come home, get beaten for most of the time and cry to sleep.
Flashback Ends

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"Aapne suna ho ga na k bhook insaan se sab kuch karwa leti hai' to bus us ne mujhe se bhi wo sab karwa liya... Wo meri Zindagi ka aakhiri din tha Asad, I died that day..." She finished and looked at him.
A fresh set of tears ran down Asad's pale face. He just raised his eyes and looked at her. He was blank, he didn't know what to say, he didn't know what to do... So he just kept looking at her, and with every passing second the hole in his chest stretched.
"Its late Asad, we should sleep!", she said sighing.

"Why?" she heard his silent whisper as she turned to go inside.
"huh?"
"Why? Why did they do this to you?" his pitched his voice a little audible.
"I... they...", she lowered her eyes and started looking here and there, she couldn't answer that, not just now...
"Theek hai... abhi mat batao, lekin sirf ek baat ka jawab deti jao.." he finally raised his eyes to meet hers
"Itna sab kehnay k baad, us takleef ko is tarha phir se jeene k baad tum... tum itni aasani se uth k jaa rhi ho? Bohot himmat hai tum mai zoya..." he said woh himmat jo mujh mai kabhi nahi a payi' he thought to himself.
"Himmat nahi Asad, isse Aadat kehtay hain.. jab ap bohot salon tak, har raat apni pichli zindagi jiyen aur subha phir dunya ka samna karen tou aadat ho jati hai.." she turned away and left leaving him lost in thought.

How strange are the ways of this world, you think that your pain is the worst and then you encounter someone who is in a place you never want to be, someone who is battling for his mere existence or someone who is simply trying to hold their universe together. So just because you think you are in pain, you have no right to be insolent to others, they may not be showing but they may be fighting bigger battles than you, bigger and much more hard.

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It was Sunday today and they had nothing much to do. Although they should have been a little awkward after the other day but surprisingly they weren't.

Zoya was surfing channels when Asad came and sat beside her.
"So? What do you want to do today?", He asked yawning.
"I.. don't know", she said after actually contemplating, but she really couldn't think of anything that required their immediate attention.
"Umm.. alright, how about some coffee for now? Mai banaun ga"
Zoya raised he brows to which he gave a boyish grin. "Nahi mai banati hoon", she said with her features a little soft and got up.
"No", he said holding her wrist " Mene kaha na mai banaun ga, aur wese bhi zoya mai tumhe shaadi kar k mere kaam karnay ko nahi laya hoon, tum jitna karti ho mere liye wo pehlay hi zaroorat se zyada hai" and just like that he went into the kitchen, leaving her smiling.

"So? Achi lagi?" he said as they stood in the balcony enjoying the coffee and weather.
"Bohot achi hai" she said with a genuine smile, it really was flavorsome.
"Acha Zoya...tumse ek baat poochun?" he said looking at her. Though he feared ruining the moment but then.. till when will they keep ignoring the elephant in the room?
Zoya looked at him, urging him to go ahead, her heart sank at the realization that the lightness of this moment is gone.
"Wo.. us din..jo- sab", he sighed " I mean.. mai bas ye poochna chahta hoon k... why? Akhir kyun Zoya? Tumhare sath wo sab kuch kyun hua? Jis din se mujhe pata chala hai mai chain se nahi reh paya hoon.. bohot takleef hoti hai mujhe wo sab soch kar.."
"As-sad", tears ran down her cheeks "Mai..."
He really wanted to wipe those tears off her face but he remained rooted to where he was. And that was when she lifted her eyes to look into hers, her heart stopped for a moment. The man held... compassion?
"Its not- not that I don't want to tell you Asad, its just that... maybe, I'm not courageous enough... mai apko sab bata doon gi... par...par kya aap mujhe kuch waqt de saktay hain?"
"As much as you want, all the damn time in the world Zoya..." .

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Zoya kept pacing in her cabin the next day. She still didn't understand why she said those words to him. Because never in life did she think that she will ever tell anyone her story. And what confused her more was that even after seeing sympathy in his eyes, she said all that. Wasn't sympathy something she loathed the most? All her life she ran away from that feeling but then why did it feel different in his eyes? And was she really willing to tell him what she promised she would?
And suddenly in all the confusion and frustration she realized that it's been three hours now that she was pondering over this. And it was an everyday job. She kept thinking about him and everything his these days. Was he that important part of her life now?

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Hey guys,
So FINALLY i am back!!!
Yayy!!!!!
Its been so long but life's been.. well, life... :)
I so missed every thing about this forum.
And so much has happened since, here and everywhere else.
I still hope you guys are here.

About the part, well i have resumed writing after like a year and a half and i can see the effect and i know you guys too.. i just hope it gets better with time. :)

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Your Criticisms will be welcomed with open arms.

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Nayab

An update after so long. I've bedn waiting for days.
Finally Zoya opens up about what happened with her in the past and why she is how she is. Hopefully she tells Asad the reason soon, why her dad and brother did all this to her.
It was an emotional update but I loved reading it.
Please update soon and pm me. I am waiting.

Finally..

Welcome back..
So emotional..
But y did zoya's bro n dad did that with her..
Y...
Plz update soon