AsYa(KaBhi) Asad Ahmed Khan Ki Dulhaniya T3 - Page 50

Originally posted by: Amin21

Really lovely update yaar

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please try to update ASAP

Eagerly waiting for next update

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Awesomely penned update

And coming to the teaser, it is very interesting...jealous Zoya...

Waiting to read the update

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Originally posted by: kajenilious

hie dear 😊
i dnt hav words fr dis story dis was sooo guddd 😃
awsmmm...
beauuutiful...
read it in 1go...i m in deeply in luv wit dis😳😳
i cnt tel hw i hapy i m tat i read it...nd i m cursng my self tat i didnt paid attention to dis😭😭
actualy i read ur last ff of asya but i was like silent reader den chhoryy fr it...
when u started dis i was litle busy wit my academics so i was been irregular to i.f so didnt read it😭
but nw i am cmpletly free as my sem got over😃
nd frm nw on i wil folw it nd leave cmnts like gud reader😃
cmng to story awww [8>]
d cncpt was tooo gudd nd beautiful...
lvd asyas famly so asya r like tom nd jerry😊
asad hav al d qualities tat zoe wants her in mr.khan yaar hw did she mised tat...
nd asad was such a big flirttt😳
hapy tat dere dadies got dem maried nt agreeng fr there 1year cndition😉
lvd d scene where zoe stands fr asad before rashid 😳
asad lves zoe 🤗nd always been protective nd caring in child hood❤️
nd dat name zoyasidikqui tat was hilarious my poor zoe😃
lvd d secret place of asad tat tree one👍🏼
lvd when asad cald zoe by lizze😉
d cnvo btwn asya wit their moms was super chweet😉
finaly mariage hapens 🥳
d whole thng aftr mariage frm their rituals until their honey moon fiasco was epic 😃😃ech nd every one scene was was fild mit zoe dumbness hw can she be so dumb 😳
but in hotel aftr changng asad didnt find hs name in her mehendi 😭until i read dis i was also nt aware of why new brides cver their heads wit pallu😉
bichara asad kitna embaras kardiya bechareko😉
honeymoon part tho pucho maat 🤗
flight mein washrum fiasco nd asads flirtng
aww zoe jealous of tanvir fevicol😉
nd tat beach side diner tho
zoe drama ,asad cncld meetng nd he was on her side whole nite 😳
zoes words tat nite was nt xpctd she was so undrstndng👍🏼
nd like a gud she folowng al her mother sayngs kitni achi h bechari😉
nd mrng hug 🤗
new house tho band bajadiya asya ka😉but d way asad xplains zoe abt asya was❤️
nd again yaha b rum ke liye fight uffo ye dono b na...
asad always makes my poor zoe fool he puts d toy lizard nd my dumb zoya as always phas jati h😉
tat nite d way he careses hr head nd felt an urge to kis her forehead😳
she made al thngs set acrdng to asad tat was again 😳bt to xchange rums...
nw d main plot begins asad ahmed khan as zoes prof🤗
is trck mein baht jealous wali scenes honge😉
atif asalam karan tacker
nd i thnk he lvs zoee...oh my chweet she manages to save frm tat phrank in canteen😃
tat grl priya scene in lib lvd asad wrds👍🏼i too didnt xpct tat frm zoe😉
again tair puncture 😉
omg asad first xperience in bus😃lofer 😆
bt ur teasers na dey r always take us to difrnt paths 😊
u r soo clever nai in twstng😉
hm nite scene tho 😭bhaad mein gaya asgnmnt...hw did asad thought tat she using her realatn fr tat stupid asgnmnt😭
oh tho tat stupid grl bcms asad fav stdnt nd whole colg gosip abt dem mch tat mite trouble zoya she was so sad😭😭
when asad realizehs mistake na pls make it tough fr asad forgvn by zoe hw did he thnk abt zoya like tat he deserves a tough punishment😭
al d scnes r vry wel descripd lvd it👍🏼
nd pls pls pls pls pls pls update soon
nd do p.m me regularly plshh fr ur updates😊

Chapter 11

Asad and Zoya both were victims of a misunderstanding. Asad had caught Zoya as she tried to reduce the distance between the two of them. In a state of confusion Zoya could not reveal the real reason behind her act as she herself did not understand the intentions behind her actions and Asad misunderstood the intentions behind her actions. In the morning Zoya at first did not dare to come in front of Asad because once again if he would confront her about her actions she would have no answer but then she decided to face him. She got ready for college and came to the kitchen. Asad too did not want to face Zoya. He was ashamed of his words but hurt by Zoya's actions. He quietly opened the door of his room and saw that Zoya's bedroom door was closed. He sighed a breath of relief either she was still sleeping or she had left for college. He stepped out of the room and Zoya saw him trying to leave. "Asad, I have made breakfast." Asad came and joined Zoya at the breakfast table. They both quietly had their breakfast. Asad did not look at her but Zoya's eyes were fixed on him. Yes she had made a mistake but what he said to her was not right too. How could he say such things to her? How was he capable to insult her in this way? Why did he say these harsh words to her? Did she hurt him to that extent? Was she wrong in trying to come closer to Asad?' "Zoya, I am leaving for the college. Umm if you want I can take you with me." Zoya looked at him. "No thanks I will manage. Agar aap se lift li then you might take it the other way and accuse me of something else." Zoya left as she did not want to miss the bus. Asad closed his eyes and a tear escaped as he replayed the incident that happened last night.

Asad was about to get into his car when he remembered the previous days bus incident, not the embarrassing part the part where he was accused of following Zoya. What if someone really follows Zoya or troubles her? I know Zoya is capable of taking care of herself but kal raat and aaj subah ... What if she is lost in whatever happened and is not able to tackle a loafer?' The thought of Zoya being in trouble troubled Asad. He ran towards the bus stop. The bus was just leaving and he managed to run and board it. Yes he knew it was a dangerous and a foolish thing to do but he could do anything for Zoya. He searched the bus for her and saw her sitting near a window seat. He smiled seeing that she was safe and was surrounded by aunties. He stood at the very end near the rear door and kept his eyes on Zoya. She felt someone's gaze on her so she turned back to look but Asad hid himself before she could see him.

He followed her off the bus too. A couple of times again Zoya felt like someone was following her so she decided to confirm her doubts. Asad had his eyes on her all the time but in a split second Zoya managed to hide herself from whoever was following her. He could no longer see her. He felt scared and ran in her direction and she stepped out scaring Asad. "Gosh Zoya you scared me! Aise koi gayab hota hai kya? I thought someone kidnapped you." Asad hugged her and she stood there shocked. "Asad let go of me we are out in the public on the road near the college someone might see us." He let go of her and Zoya crossed her hands at her chest. "Why were you following me Asad?" Asad realized that he in his fear opened up to her. He should continue from here but he wouldn't be himself if he did not mess up. "What following you? Zoya the car is not yet fixed so I took the bus. If you were the last girl on planet Earth, there is one thing I would not do which is follow you or a girl like you." Zoya looked at him with tears in her eyes. "A girl like me, a girl who would try to seduce her professor for assignment details that is who you really see me as? Asad how can you even think of such a thing about me? You know me since the day I was born. And if you really think of me as such and you see that sort of a girl in me why were you scared thinking someone kidnapped me? You should be happy if someone takes me away from you." Zoya ran away before Asad could say anything. Asad kicked a stone and he got hurt in the process. "Ouch! Serve you right, Ass...ad Ahmed Khan. You were supposed to apologize to her but you hurt her more."

Just like the previous day Asad had his first lecture with Zoya's batch. During the lecture his eyes every now and then fell on her but she did not look at him. He called her to him for various works like distributing Xerox copies of an article he wanted the students to read, to clear the black board... little things like this. He tried to whisper sorry to her but she maintained distance and was very cold towards him. The class ended and so did his hopes of getting to speak with her because she rarely was alone. Her gang was always with her. He had no choice but to wait until after college. He had a break after his 3^rd lecture so he went to the basket ball court. Even in his college days this was one place that he felt at peace. He took the basket ball in his hands and sat on the bleachers. The look in Zoya's eyes haunted him. He had hurt her a lot. Was there any forgiveness for what he had said? If he were in Zoya's place he would have forgiven himself but he wanted Zoya's forgiveness. He could not bear Zoya's hurt. There was a storm inside him and he closed his eyes. He opened them when he heard a sweet melodious voice that soothed him. It was coming from under the bleachers. Asad got up from his place and saw the person who was singing. He clapped and she looked up.

"Wow baccha I had no idea you sung so well." Asad moved towards her but she got up and was about to leave. Asad caught her hand. "I have to go I have a class." "Oh really now so you do know that this is the college and you are supposed to attend lectures. Must be an interesting professor giving an interesting lecture that you are leaving me alone. Yeah you should go after all who would want to be in the company of a boring old professor." Asad left her hand and sat down with a pout on his face. "Asad bhai... Sorry Professor Khan or Asad Sir, suna hai maine that we should address you only as such." Asad looked at Humaira. "Yeah you must have heard but not from me because you have not attended my lectures. You can call me Asad bhai, if I was here as your professor I would have not called you bachha. Hai na?" Humaira smiled at him and sat next to him. "So tell me baccha sach mein I am that boring that you are not attending my lectures?" Humaira looked at him. "It is not that Asad bhai. I want to attend your lectures. You know I have looked up to you from my childhood and to be taught by you Asad bhai that is what I always wanted but..." "But what? Tell me maybe I can help." Humaira took a deep breath. "Asad bhai wo kya hai na that there is a singing competition and I really want to take part in it. You know na ammi abbu has us on a strict schedule college se ghar, ghar se classes, classes se ghar. Even at home I am not able to practice as they insisit on academic excellance. So I bunk your lectures and practice singing. Asad bhai I really want to win. I have to."

Asad looked at Humaira who then looked away from him. He smiled. "Hmm toh ghar ki murgi daal barabar so you bunk my lectures." Asad made a sad face and Humaira attempted to make him smile. "Asad bhai you are not murgi you are murga. You are a boy." "So who's the boy?" "You are bola na." "Not me the boy you want to impress with your singing abilities." "Asad bhai he is not a boy." "OMG not a boy so you want to impress a girl!" "Asad bhai I don't want to impress a girl and he is not even a boy. He is a man." Humaira was pareshan pareshan pareshan with Asad's teasing. "Oh he is a man. So iss man ka koi name hai?" Asad was smiling and Humaira knew that on knowing the name of the man she was in love with the smile on her Asad bhai's face would vanish. "Asad bhai, promise me that you will not get angry on knowing who he is. Keep an open mind about him. See Asad bhai the thing is that every girl wants to be in love with a man who is like her father but wo kya hai na I am your special baccha and you have been my hero my role model so I want my partner to be who is exactly like you. You see you are AAK so the man I like is also AAK. You and he are very very much alike so when I got to know him I fell in love with him. Asad bhai I am in love with Atif." Asad was smiling on seeing Humaira talk about the man she fell in loe with but then the name registered, Atif. His eyes popped and there was a clear displeasure on his face. "Atif? Atif Aslam Karimullah! You are in love with him! You want to impress him!" Humaira made a cute face. "He is a really good singer Asad bhai." "Baccha just because his name is Atif Aslam he does not become a good singer. Every Atif Aslam can't be a singer just like every day is not Sunday." "But Asad bhai..." "Baccha no ways." "Please. Mere liye." There they were mere liye the two words that could make Asad do anything not only for Zoya but for all the females in his life.

"Accha theek hai but I will keep an eye on him and as for your music practice goes I will help you but when we both have free lectures and you could ride with me in the morning and after college. We will have a good time to practice. As far as your college work goes you can come at home at night and I will teach you." Humaira got excited and she hugged Asad. "OK Asad bhai enough about me tell me why had you come here? Don't try to hide it from me I know that when something troubles you you come to the basket ball court. Don't look at me like that haan if you were only my Asad bhai I would have not known this about you but since you are also my friends' Professor Khan I know because they have google searched you. Now tell me." Asad gave a faded smile. "I messed up. Zoya ... I messed up real bad baccha." Humaira smiled at him. "So, clean up the mess. I know you and aapi. Aap aapi ko mana sakte hain and there is not an ounce of doubt in my mind ki aap manaye aur aapi maane na." Asad smiled this was just what he needed someone to assure him that all will be well. "Accha now Asad bhai jo bhi ho we are still on for tonight." "Sure." Asad's arm was protectively around her shoulder and hers possessively on his waist. "I love you. You are the best." She squealed as they came out from under the bleachers. Asad asked Humaira to go to her class. "Bye I will see you tonight. Your place. 9:00 pm." Humaira waved at Asad and he gave her a wide smile. He too left as he had a class. Unknown to them someone saw them come out from under the bleachers and heard the last line Humaira said to Asad. There was disgust and pure hatred in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and clendhed his fists. "Humaira what have you gotten yourself into? An affair with the professor wo bhi Asad Ahmed Khan ke saath. What a hypocrite Asad Ahmed Khan is! On one hand he lectures us to respect the girls and on the other he is taking advantage of a nave young girl. I will not let you get away with this Asad Ahmed Khan."

In the evening after college Asad had called for his vehicle. He wanted to reach home before Zoya and make preparations for saying sorry. "Hey Asad bhai chalen?" "Umm baccha wo I am going to the supermarket and then I will be going home. Do one thing if the car has not come to pick you up go with Zoya by bus na." Humaira's eyes popped. "By bus! Who me?" "Yes you." "Asad bhai I can't. Waise bhi aapi has already left. Her friend told me that she has gone to the public library." Humaira got into Asad's vehicle before her secret protector could stop her. He saw them drive away and banged his fist on the wall. He hopped on his bike and decided to follow Asad and Humaira but it was too late.

Humaira's secret protector had no idea where Asad lived so he had been hiding outside Humaira's house keeping an eye on her. He was relieved that she had not left home and it was 8:30 pm. He left from there as he knew that Humaira's father was a strict man and there was no way she could go out of the home after he came back from the office. Asad looked at the dining table and pat himself on the back. "Good job Asad." He had made Zoya's favorite dishes for dinner. Time had flown by as Asad had immersed himself in cooking for Zoya. He checked his wrist watch. It was almost 9:00 pm. Asad called Zoya but she did not answer his call. "Where is she? The public library closes at 7 and this girl why is she not taking my calls. Asad seriously you are asking why she is not taking your calls." He went out to the front lawn to see if she was coming. She was not. He made an excuse and went to the family home to ask about her but she was not there too. He then was worried about her as she did not even answer the call he made from the family home number. He rushed out of the family home went to their home and started the car. He drove like a mad man and reached the public library. It was closed. He called out to her and looked for her but he did not find her. He looked for her everywhere in the route of the library and their home. He looked for an hour and also kept on calling her on the phone but she did not pick up. He decided to go to the cops but first he had to tell the family about Zoya being missing. He came home just to ckeck once before going and telling the family. Tears were flowing down his eyes and he finally breathed. There she was sitting on the stone cold bench. He rushed to her and hugged her tightly. "Shukar Allah ka that you are fine. Don't ever do this to me Zoya. Don't ever dispappear on me. Don't punish me like this." Zoya put her arms around Asad. "Asad I am fine."

Asad broke the hug and looked at her. "WTH Zoya where have you been? The library closes at 7 and ab 10 baj rahe hain. I have been looking for you like crazy. I was going to go to the cops. Where in the hell is your phone? Why did you not answer my calls? Don't you have any sense of responsibility? Why are you sitting out here? Why do you always have to cause problems for me?" He was holding her shoulders and shaking her for answers. Zoya angrily pushed his hands away. "I am sitting here because I forgot my keys at home. I did not take your calls because I put my phone on the silent mode in the library and then I must have forgotten to put the inger on. The rest of it can we continue inside else ou will accuse me of causing a tamasha in front of our neighbors." Asad opened the door and they went inside. Zoya saw the food Asad had made. "Zoya wo... I... dinner... baat..." "Asad I am not hungry. I had dinner with my friends and seriously it will be better if we don't talk to each other right now. Waise bhi you should not be talking to a girl like me." She went to her room and slammed the door. Asad too went to his room. At around midnight he remembered to refrigerate the food so he came out of his room. In the dimly lit kitchen he saw Zoya gorging on the food he had made. He was admiring her as she stuffed her mouth with food. On hearing her hiccups he went to her and gave her a glass of water. "Take it Zoya. Please." Zoya gulped down the water and saw Asad smiling. Before she could say anything Asad took her hand in his and looked into her eyes. "I know you ate the food I made to apologize but that does not mean that you have forgiven me. I know I was a jerk Zoya and that I hurt you a lot. I will not make you a promise that main dobara kabhi Jerk Ahmed Khan nahi banoonga but I will try everyday not to be a jerk. Zoya promises break but koshishein kaamyaab hoti hain. I will ask for your forgiveness till you don't forgive me." Zoya did not say anything.

Asad and Zoya both could not sleep that night too. Asad was in the living area watching and also taping a program on The Taj Mahal. Zoya came and joined him. Asad knew tha the Taj was Zoya's favorite architectural monument and that her assignment would be on the Taj so it was a good idea for her to see the program. It was a 2 hour documentary. The sunlight streamed in through the white curtains of AsYa Villa and fell on Asad causing him to stir in sleep. Asad opened his eyes and found himself sleeping on the couch in the living area and not only that Zoya too was sleeping on the same couch comfortably resting her head on his left side. He smiled and lay there waiting for her to wake up. They had fallen asleep on the couch. When Zoya opened her eyes she saw them sleeping together on the same couch in each others arms. She tried to get off the couch without disturbing Asad but the two of them fell off the couch with him on top of her. He tried to get up but Zoya saw a chance and caught him. "Why Asad, why do you do this? When I am not around you you worry about me and when I am around you you end up hurting me making me go away from you. Why?" Asad did not say anything. He got up and went to his room. Zoya sat there thinking about his behavior.

Asad and Zoya went to college, she by bus and he with Humaira in his SUV. At the college Asad was Professor Asad to Zoya but he was Humaira's Asad bhai both at home and college. He continued his singing classes with her and she brought his favorites to college. They had begun to spend an awful lot of time behind the closed doors of the college music room. Humaira's secret protector continued to look out for her by keeping a close eye when she was with Professor Asad Ahmed Khan. Their closeness disturbed him but he saw that she was happy with him and Asad too had not crossed any limits. He just used to hold her hand to teach her how to play the piano and strum the guitar. He still did not like it when Asad touched Humaira. 5 weekdays passed since Asad began teaching at Zoya's college and there was a public holiday on Saturday. Asad and Zoya had 2 days off back to back. He was lazying around in the lving area. Zoya came and stood in front of him with his hands crossed at her chest. "Asad help me clean up the house." "Why? Clean toh hai and if you want to clean the house ghar se maid ko bula lo." "Asad I know the house is clean but I want to super clean it. Your sasumom called and told me that I am a bad bahu as I have not invited my sasural wale for lunch at our new home. So I have invited my sasural wale for lunch kal." Asad sat up. "What do you mean you have invited your sasuraal wale for lunch? What about my sasural waale?" "Toh invite them like a good damaad like I invited mine like a good bahu. Asad please stop all this, after cleaning you have to take me shopping. I have taken down all the recepies and I have to buy the ingredients." After cleaning the house all morning Asad took Zoya for shopping. Asad and Zoya were setting the shopping items in the shelfs. "Asad." "Hmm." "I have to shift my things in your room." Asad dropped a can of tomato puree. "What? Why?" "Asad kal sab ghar aayenge and if they see us living in separate rooms toh?" "Oh yeah." At night they shifted her things in his room.

In the morning Asad got ready and Asad came out of his room. He saw Zoya working in the kitchen. She was kneading the dough and a lock of hair was falling on her forehead. He came forward and tucked it behind her ear. "Need help?" "Hmm." "Asad began chopping the onions and he cried because of them. She wiped his tears. They prepared a feast for the families. Asad and Zoya had a good time working with each other helping each other out. They were stress free as they had not had one bad moment so they did not even have to pretend to be happy for the families. Razia and Dilshad were both happy as Zoya had put up a tasty meal and also that she kept the house clean. Every time someone praised her she shared the credit with Asad saying "Asad helped me." Najma missed her firend and bhabhi a lot. She decided to have some fun. Zoya and she were in the kitchen. "Wow bhabhi you dressed up really nice. You are looking great." Zoya in the flow of sharing credit with Asad once again said "Thank you Najma Asad helped me." Then she realized what Najma had said and what she had. "Najma." Zoya lightly smacked her. Asad came there. "Oye, why are you hitting my sister?" "Nothing." "Bhabhi it's not nothing it's something something. Waise bhai I did not know you were so helpful you help bhabhi in everything even in getting dressed." Asad eyes popped. "Bhai bhabhi revealed all your secrets." Beofre Asad could scold either of them they both ran away from there. The two families which was actually one big happy family had a wonderful time at Asad and Zoya's place. The entire day went by happily leaving everyone with happy memories to remember one day far in the future. Sabreen and Noor both complained about mising Asad and Zoya a lot. When theywere leaving they dropped a bomb on Asad and Zoya that the tow young grandmothers would come live with them for a few days. Asad and Zoya did not know how to react so they just smiled. Asad and Zoya cleaned up the house and then went to their own rooms.

Asad was ready to hit the bed and when he came to shut the curtains he saw Zoya sitting by the pool. Her back was facing him but he realized that he was sobbing. He went to her and sat next to her. "Zoya what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Zoya wiped her tears. "Nahi kuch nahi. I can't tell you." "Why not? I am your husband and you can share your problems with me." She looked at him. "Promise if I share my problem with you you will not get angry." "Promise I will not get angry. Ab bolo kya baat hai?" "Wo kya hai na Asad there is a professor at my college Professor Akdu Ahmed Khan..." Zoya paused and saw the expressions on his face change. "Shall I continue?" "Please do." "OK so see the first day when I went back to college he gave us an assignment. He also said that he will not take excuses for not submitting the assignment on time. Now I have made the model and also have down loaded all the pictures for the assignment but wo kya hai na you know na that I burnt my right index finger while making rotis..." Asad remembered how Zoya had burnt her finger making the roti and how he blew on it to soothe her pain. Something had tingled inside both of them and they both hid it. She snapped her fingers in front of his eyes and brought him out of the flashback. "... toh I can't type because my finger is hurting like hell. So if I can't type the assignment from rough to fair work how will I submit and you don't know him he is such a khadus he will shout at me in front of the whole calss if I tell him I have not completed the assignment and then he will happily flunk me in the assignment and you know na I don't like to fail. So I am worried that I why I was crying." She looked at Asad and waited for him to burst but she also smiled teasingly as she knew he could not because he was not her professor at home he was her husband and he kept both lives separate. Asad took a deep breath and reminded himself of the koshish of not being Jerk Ahmed khan and also at home he was her husband and so he was supposed to help her in trouble. "I'll help you." "You will?" "Yeah sure I will help you. Why the surprise? All your rough work is done and all I have to do is type what you dictate to me, print and stick pictures and file your assignment." Asad helped Zoya do her assignment which she submitted to Professor Asad Ahmed Khan in his Monday morning class.

It was Wednesday morning, everyone waited for Professor Khan to come and give them their assignment scores. He came and called the students to give them their scored assingments. Zoya with a sad look stared at the scores of her assignment. Zoya had scored 35 out of 50 in the first assignment given by Asad. Asad gave her only 35 marks even after he saw the hardwork she had put in the assignment. She looked at him with a frown. How can he give me only 35 marks? He is so strict while correcting papers. I wonder what he has given the others especially to Miss Hotty.' With this thought she realized that Asad had given out everyone's assignment except Priya's assignment. A smile came to her lips as she turned to look at Priya. Priya had gone pale white. She was an average student and always scored average marks. Zoya thought that if Asad can give her, Zoya an intelligent student 35 what marks must he have given Priya.

Asad was writing important pointers about an architectural wonder Burj Khalifa' they had just discussed in class. "Excuse me sir." Asad turned towards the class when he heard a soft voice. It was Priya who had raised her hand. "Priya I will answer to all the questions once I finish writing these pointers. First I want you all to note down these pointers and then I will solve any difficulties." Priya got up. "No sir it is not about Burj Khalifa wo you gave out everyone's assignments but not mine." She had a scared look on her face. "Hmm." Asad removed his spectacles and took seat. He called Priya to the teacher's desk. As she came towards Asad's desk she heard muffled giggles and saw sly smiles of other students. Asad took out Priya's assignment from his folder. He got up and sat on the edge of the desk. "This is your assignment. I think I should make copies of it and distribute it to other students and also put a copy of it on the notice board." Asad looked at the class and then at Priya. "I am sorry Priya I could not give you more than..." Priya was in tears even before Asad completed his sentence. "I hope these are happy tears Priya." Everyone was confused. "Sir?" "I am sorry Priya I could not give you 50 out of 50 you see it is the policy of the college no full marks are to be awarded. You will have to do with 49 out of 50. Now this is how an assignment is supposed to be done." Asad smiled and gave Priya her assignment. Priya could not believe her eyes and the others could not belive their ears. Priya scored the highest in class. How was that even possible?' "So do I have the permission to make copies of your paper and give to your fellow classmates?" Priya nodded her head in a yes. "Sir." "Hmm." "This is the first time I have scored so well after joining this college. Thank you." "Priya you don't have to thank me. It is your hardwork that has paid off. This is the first time you have scored so well in this college I hope it is not the last time." Priya promised Asad to do well in her studies. Priya went back to her seat and Asad smiled as other students wanted to see her paper. They were warming up to her. As he was turning back to the black board Asad looked at Zoya who looked sadly at the marks she had got.

Asad was sitting in the staff room reading a book. He looked up from the book when he heard a soft knock at the door. It was Zoya. He knew that she would come to him for an explanantion. She looked inside the room and saw that no one was there. Asad was all alone. "Asad." He raised his brow. Zoya realized and rectified her mistake. "I am sorry. Professor Khan may I come in?" "Yes you may." Zoya came and stood near Asad. "Zoya what brings you here?" She slammed her assignment file on the table. "35? You scored me 35 out of 50. How could you? You saw how much hard work I put into the assignment. Is it because of what I did that night? Asad you say that you keep your personal and professional life separate then why did you punish me in our professional life because of what I did in our personal life." Asad gave Zoya a tissue to wipe her tears. He stood up and in a calm voice asked, "Zoya why are you sad? Is it because I scored your assignment 35 out of 50 or is it because I gave Priya 49 out of 50?" Zoya looked at him in anger. "Why is she so special Asad? Why is she your favorite?" Before Asad could say anything there was another knock at the door. It was Priya. "Sir may I come in?" "Yes Priya you may. Miss Farookhi and I are done talking." Priya entered the staff room and Zoya exited.

Precap: Zoya learns the truth about Priya's past.

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