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Chapter 12

Asad and Zoya were in the staff room where she asked him about Priya being his favorite student. Asad was about to tell her when there was another knock at the door. It was Priya. "Sir may I come in?" "Yes Priya you may. Your fellow classmate and I are done talking." Priya entered the staff room and Zoya exited. "Sir, you had asked me to meet you here." Asad removed a book from his leather shoulder bagl and gave it to Priya. "Here you go Priya, this is the refrence book you need to read." "Thank you sir." Priya took the book and was about to leave. "Priya I asked you do something else too." Priya looked at Asad. His eyes were fixed on her. "I am trying sir, everyday one step at a time just like you said but I don't know if I will succeed." Asad got up from his chair and stood near Priya. "Priya the important thing is that you are trying. Don't forget your success does not depend on you only it depends on others around you too." Priya nodded and left. "He has time for her but not for me." Zoya was standing outside the staff room and heard everything. Asad felt Zoya's presence around him. He looked at the door and Zoya snuck her head in. Asad was reminded of the young Zoya who used to peep into his room like that after she had somehow troubled him. He went to her. "Zoya what are you still doing here?" Zoya had a pout on her face and complaints in her eyes. She raised her right hand and showed him her pinkie. He put her hand down. "Zoya what are you doing? Jana hai toh jaao na. Why are you showing me your pinkie like that?" Zoya realized what he meant. "Tch not that. I am katti with you. I will not speak with you. Not till you tell me why she is your favorite." Asad looked at her and smiled teasingly. "Zoya after being katti with me you are still talking to me wo bhi itna saara." Zoya frowned and stomped away.

Zoya continued her silent treatment all day in Asad's case. Even at home she did not speak with him. She was waiting for him to make her do batti with him. It would happen only after he told her about his favoritism towards Priya. After dinner Zoya went to her room. She finished her homework and came to the kitchen but Asad had already cleaned the kitchen and also done the vessels. "Tch Asad bhi na. Who asked him to do all this? I know he is trying to do batti with me but nahi there is only one way that I will be batti again with him is and that way is to give me the answers." She went back to her room. After an hour Asad knocked on her door. He opened it and stood there. "Zoya." Zoya pretended to be asleep but she could not stop herself from answering. "Go away Professor Khan I am sleeping." Asad sighed and shook his head at Zoya's behavior. So she is pretending to be asleep and she is sleep talking to her professor and not her husband. Good as it is it is her professor who needs to answer to her questions and not the husband. Maybe now he could get her talking.' Asad smiled and entered. "Oh so you are sleeping." She turned and faced him. Her eyes were still closed. "Professor Khan what are you doing here?" Asad sat on the bed. "Well you are dreaming of me. You called me here in your dream so I came. Why have you called me in your dream Zoya? Do you dream of all your professors or am I a special one?" Zoya looked at Asad naughtily. He came in her dream so he can't go before she wants him to. She snuggled her blanket a little closer to her body. She looked like a cute child. "Why is Priya your favorite?" Asad sighed. Here he was in her dream and she could have said, done or asked him anything but she asks him this. "Zoya what makes you think that she is my favorite?" "You gave her 49 out of 50 and you know she has never scored so good ever in the entire years she has been in our college." Zoya eyes were popped like a little kid does when it wants to be taken seriously.

Asad looked at Zoya. Man she looked so cute right now! How he wished he could... He came back to his senses when she tugged on his T shirt. "Zoya she is not my favorite. I scored her so well because she deserved it. She worked hard for it." Zoya sat up as if Asad had committed a crime and now she was going to punish him. "She worked hard! Toh main kya bhangda kar rahi thi? Even I worked hard Asad and you know it very well. You helped me type my assignment." Asad snapped his fingers. "Zoya your husband Asad helped you do your assignment and Zoya it was not perfect. When your professor corrected it it was clear that you had missed many crucial points." Zoya was angry like a small kid. "Asad if you knew I had missed some points toh you should have told me na I would have added those and then even I would have scored well like always." Asad gave her a look. "OK ok I understand I was not supposed to take help from anyone else for the research. If I would have covered up all the points how much would have my professor given me?" Asad smiled at her. "If you had not missed those points your professor could have given you 49 out of 50." Zoya was shocked. "49 out of 50 same as Priya! I know you can't give me 50 marks but you could have given me more than her. 49 3/4 perhaps? Chalo 49 1/2 accha lets settle on 49 1/4. I would have been happy with that too. So next time yaad rakhna ok." Zoya looked at Asad till she was sure he understood her. "OK. Now go to sleep."

Asad got up but Zoya caught his hand. "Asad I overheard your conversation with Priya in the staff room. You had told her to do something and she said that she was trying but was not sure if she would succeed ya nahi and you said her success depended on others... What was all that about? If she is not your favotire then why do you give her so much attention? Why do you help her out so much? I know that you are a good teacher and help out all your students but I have seen it that you are good to her you pay more attention to her among all your students. If you don't mind you could share with me, your wife not some jealous co student of Priya's." Asad looked at Zoya. He knew that she and Priya were not on good terms and if Zoya knew about Priya it could be a problem for Priya but he had to trust his wife. Maybe he would help Priya a little more if Zoya knew about her. He had to have faith in Zoya. Asad took a deep breath and sat next to Zoya. He took her hand in his. "Zoya I am trusting you with Priya's truth. I hope that you will not betray my trust and the things I am going to tell you as a husband and a professor will remain between the two of us." Zoya pressed his hand and assured him that he could trust her. "I promise Asad I will not break your trust. If is it in my power I will even help you, be by your side in helping Priya."

"Zoya yaad hai wo din my first day at college and the water prank I had given my jacket to Priya." "Hmm I remember what about that day?" Asad looked at Zoya he was not going to reveal only Priya's past but also a part of his past. She nodded and asked him to continue. "That day she had returned my jacket before going home. She had forgotten her her gold earrings in one of the pockets. I thought she had left them by mistake but baad mein jo hua I realized that she left them there on purpose." Zoya could not believe that manipulative Priya would do such a thing. Surely she wanted to meet Asad alone so she must have planned it all. Asad from Zoya's expressions understood what she was thinking. "It's not what you are thinking Zoya." "Oh yeah then why would she do that? You don't know her Asad you have not seen her real side." Asad gave a faint smile. "Maybe she wanted me to see something no one from the college ever saw." "Wo kya?" "The real Priya. The one no one from college ever saw or tried to see." "Real Priya! You think the one she is in front of all she is faking it?" "I don't think so I know so. Zoya that day I had some time off on my hands and as you know she lives 2 buildings away from the college. I went to her home to return the earrings and what I saw there shocked me."

Zoya waited for him to continue but Asad could speak no more. Zoya pressed on his arm and encouraged him to speak. "What did you see there Asad?" Asad swallowed a lump forming in his throat. "She was not at home. Her parents were and they let me in. When I entered their home I saw a wall dedicated to Priya's academic excellence. I could not believe it because I too saw the same Priya as you all did. I asked her parents about it and then they told me about her past. Zoya promise me you will keep it to yourself." She pressed his hand and assured him. "I promise Asad I will not tell it to anyone." "Priya was a very bright student from her childhood. She was a geek. She was troubled all through her school years by others. They made fun of her spectacles, her oiled hair tied into braids with a ribbon and if that was not enough all that teasing led her to over eating so she put on weight. She had no friends growing up. No one danced with her at her school farewell. The teasing, the remarks, cartoon on the black board and in washrooms all the torture from schooling years continued in her junior college too... Everyone and everything has a limit Zoya, Priya too had. Bardaasht karne bhi koi had hoti hai and one day she broke down. She had entered degree college and that first day was the worst day of her life... She never returned home that day... She was ragged and she tried to commit suicide in the chemistry lab by taking some chemical... She was rushed to the hospital and saved. They saved her body but her mind and soul were destroyed. She was different from others but the others did not understand that her difference made her better than them. She thought if she can't fight them she will join them and she changed. Her parents shifted to Bhopal she changed her appearance her attitude and became the Priya she is now."

Asad looked at Zoya. She saw tears in his eyes. "Her struggle is not over Zoya. In order to become like others she lost herself somewhere and she is feeling suffocated. She pushes everyone around mistreats them hoping that one day someone will push her and she will scream out the truth about her real self but no one pushed her to that point. She was alienated as a geek and even when she tried to be like others. She needed someone to reach out to her and that day when I helped her she must have seen that I could be the one to help her. I spoke to her parents and assured them that she would get all the help she needs without anyone knowing about her past. I wrote a note for her telling her that she needs to trust me and I will get her through but she too has to work at it one step at a time and try to reveal her real self to her college mates if she wants to become friends with them or for them to put forth a friendly hand. I left her home as soon as I can because I could not breathe there Zoya. She had tried to end her life because of those who harassed her who were mean to her... Zoya..." Asad was feeling suffocated. He ran out of Zoya's room to the front lawn. Zoya followed him and saw him sitting on the grass. She came to him to try to pacifiy him but she did not know and could not understand why it affected him so much. She gave him some water. Zoya tried to take Asad to the stone bench but he just could not move. She sat next to him. "Asad I know that there is something more to all of this... Why did her past affect you so much that you could not breathe?" Asad could not face her. She cupped his face in her hands. Asad looked at her with tears in his eyes. He began to cry like a child and put his head on Zoya's lap. She caressed his hair. She had never seen him lke this ever before.

"I was one of them." "You were one of whom, Asad?" "I was the one in school and college who made fun of people like Priya... I ragged many on the first day and teased them all through the year. Zoya Priya tried to... What if someone because of me? What if I had pushed someone to that extent? What if someone would have tried to commit suicide because of me or maybe some one did commit suicide..." Zoya wiped his tears. "Shh Asad aisa kuch nahi hai... I know you Asad. I know that you can never have done such a thing to push someone to that extent. No one would have tried to kill themselves also no one would have killed themself. If something like this would have happened you would have known but aisa kuch nahi hai. Asad aap jaante hain to wipe hundreds of mistakes like them one step one helping hand towards Priya is enough because that goodness lies in your heart. Asad don't punish your self for something that never happened."

She continued to caress his hair. She looked at him he was still thinking about his past behavior and how it mught have affected others. Zoya had to make him feel fine. She had to make him go back to Asad Ahmed Khan the man she knew. She smiled as a nice idea came to her.

"Accha Asad if Priya is not your favorite then who is?" Asad sat up and looked at her. "Asad don't lie to me I know you have a favorite and there is a buzz about it in the entire college. Tell me na who is your favorite." Asad got up and she held his hand. "Asad! Where are you going?" He knew what she was trying to do so he too had to help her help him. He smiled naughtily. "Zoya I see that you are wide awake now so my time in your dream is over. Now I have to go in the dreams of all those lovelies who must be dreaming of me but since I was in your dream I could not go in theirs but now I have to. Let me give you a quick lesson in Economics you see it is a case of demand and supply. The girls demand my awesome appearance in their dreams and I supply my awesomeness to them. Bye." Asad ran towards his room and closed the door.

Zoya followed him and began to knock on the door. "Asad... Asad... Asad... Asad... Asad..." He had no choice but to open the door. "Zoya how many times has everyone told you not to watch TV before going to bed? I am so sure you have seen The Big Bang Theory. Sheldon Cooper ki rooh ghus gayi hai tum mein." Asad went and lied down on the bed. Zoya once again began to poke him. "Asad... Asad... Asad... Asad... Asad... Asad who is your favorite? Tell tell tell tell tell." Asad sat up and was really annoyed. "You want to know who my favorite is." "Yes." "Alright naam nahi I will show you her photo." "You have her photo!" Asad gave her a photograph. "Here she is my favorite." Zoya looked at the photo and a wide smile came to her face. Asad saw it. He pointed on the photo. "Not this one the other one the older nahi the younger one of the two sisters is my favorite." Zoya was irriated with Asad's answer. "Fine let her be your favorite waise bhi mujhe shaukh nahi hai teacher's pet banne ke." She left from the room slamming the door behind her. Asad looked at Zoya and Humaira's picture. He caressed her picture. "Zoya Humaira is my favorite student but you are my favorite everything."

At the college Zoya was continuously staring at Priya and Asad's words echoed in her ears. Asad during the class caught her staring at Priya and signed her not to. Zoya decided that she would help Asad help Priya but she had to make it look subtle. In the break the TEAZE was in the canteen. Priya entered and sat in a corner table. Zoya was saying something but Atif was not paying attention. "Atif dhyan kahan hai tumhara?" "Umm nothing Zoya wo Professor Khan has not come to the canteen as yet. It is lunch time..." The rest of the gang stared at Atif with their mouth open. "Atif since when do you care if Professor Khan has had his lunch." "I am not worried about him I am worried about..." Atif looked at Zoya. How could he blurt it out in front of his best friend that her sister was been taken advantage of. He could not do that to her. He had to save and protect Humaira all on his own. He looked at Priya and Zoya saw it. "Atif seriously you think Priya is here so Professor Khan has to be here." "Why should he not be here? After all she is his favorite." "Atif, aisa kuch nahi hai. Priya needs help thus Professor Khan is being a good teacher and helping her out. If any other student male ho ya female he will help them out too." "How do you know that, Zoya?" "Bas I know." Zoya picked up her stuff and left from the canteen. On her way out she banged into Asad and they had a brief eye lock. Atif saw this and he clenched his jaw. He could not stop thinking that Asad was that kind of a man who took advantage of nave young girls. He had Humaira, Priya in his trap and now he was aiming for Zoya. He had to do something about Asad Ahmed Khan and that too, quickly.

Atif had for the past whole week seen Humaira and Asad practice everyday at college. He had also noticed that she arrived and left with him in his vehicle. Atif keeping Zoya out of the loop but shared this with the rest of the gang. They did not believe him but they knew that he would not make it all up. It could be a misunderstanding but they had to stand by him either to clear his misunderstanding or if he was right to protect Humaira. Atif now had only one aim and that was to protect Humaira from Asad and to expose him. Well that becomes two aims. Atif kept a close eye on Humaira and he wanted to warn her about Professor Khan's intentions but he could not get a chance to speak with her alone. Asad and Humaira had no idea about them being watched at all times. Asad had helped Humaira out a lot with her singing but she needed a huge dose of confidence so he decided to help her get it. He thought of a way which would give her a huge boost of confidence, he had to make her sing in front of everyone. "No ways Asad bhai I can't sing in front of everyone! How can you even think of such a thing?" Humaira looked at Asad as he if he had told her to do something alien. "Humaira if you don't get the practice or confidence to sing in front of others how will you sing at the college function or take part in any competition?" Humaira pleaded with him not to force her into doing something she did not want to. Evesdropping on them Atif heard it and misunderstood Asad's demand and Humaira's not giving into it. He left from there thinking of teaching Asad a lesson. "Anyways Asad bhai even if I want to we can't sing as per college rules. Prinicpal Sir kabhi permission nahi denge." "You leave that to me."

That night at home Asad saw Zoya packing an overnight bag. "Zoya what are you doing? Why are you packing your bag? I have not done anything to hurt you. I have not, right?" Zoya sighed and turned to him. "No Asad you have done anything and I am not leaving because of you. Your laadli you favorite student told me she has some work with you and can't tell me about it. Top secret of Asad Ahmed Khan and his favorite student can't be shared with poor Zoya. I know my presence here would not be liked and waise bhi I don't want to be a kabaab mein haddi between Professor Khan and his favorite student so I am going to the family home for the night." Asad waited patiently for her to end her drama. "Ho gaya? Zoya it is not a big secret mission or something ok ab naraaz nahi ho I will tell you. I have been helping Humaira to improve her singing. She wants to take part in a singing competition." Zoya was shocked. "Humzi and singing? Asad she does not sing not even in the bathroom." "Yes she is does not because she is not a bathroom singer Zoya. She has a really good voice and she is a good singer bas wo confidence ki thodi kami hai. I wanted to speak with you about it. See I have tried to convince her to sing at the college but she is not feeling like. I need your help maybe your friends especially Atif could help. I hear that he is a good singer see if I ask he wil not help but if you ask him he will not say no as he is your best friend. So will you help Humaira?" Zoya smiled. "Of course I will help her she is my sister Asad but only on one condition." "Wo kya?" "You have to promise that you will never ask me about any of my secrets." "Promise but why can't I ask you?" "Because aapke pet mein koi baat nahi tikti. You shared Priya's secret with me and now even Humaira's. I don't know mere secrets kis kiske saath share karenge aap." Asad pouted like a 5 year old. "Ab aisi bhi koi baat nahi hai. I can keep secrets too. I have a secret from so many years and I haven't told anyone about it." Zoya smiled slyly. Asad looked at her making a straight face. "You will never get it out of me. Now pack your bag and go home." Zoya went to the family home after Humaira came.

Atif who had been keeping an eye on Humaira and Asad the entire day was restlessly pacing in his bedroom. He could not get the words out of his head. First, he misunderstood the conversation between Assad and Humaira and second, the chattering of some girls at the college. The words echoed in his ears. "OMG it must be so excting for Humaira as she gets to arrive and depart from the college with Professor Khan." The second girl said, "This is nothing Professor Khan's house is in the lane behind Humaira's house. I mean she can see his home, his bedroom from her bedroom." The third one, "Kaash I was as lucky as her." The other two said in unison, "Not only you kaash even we were as lucky as her." Atif picked up his bike keys and stormed out of his home. He knew where Zoya and Humaira lived. He came to their home and parked outside in a dark corner. He waited there for an hour or so but there was no movement. He had from outside seen the two sister's bedrooms. He had never been to their home. There was no light in Humaira's room. He smiled as she must have gone to bed by now. She was safe from Professor Khan as she was in her own home. When he was leaving he heard a familiar voice. It was Humaira. He saw Humaira moving away from a man... He looked closer and it was not just any man it was Professor Khan. What the hell is she doing with him so late in the night? Has she lost all senses of right and wrong?' He saw Asad catch her hand and stop her. "You know I can't. I am not ready." She looked down. Asad hooked a finger under her chin and made him face her. "I know you are ready. Do it for me and I promise you will be ok. I will be with you. Tumhe meri kasam." That was it he gave her his kasam and she was ready to do it.

Atif clenched hisjaw and tightened his fist. He punched on the tree trunk. He saw Asad leave Humaira at the gate of SK mansion and then return home. Atif in a fit of rage slashed the tyres of Asad's SUV and also wrote a note wrapped it on a stone and threw it inside Asad's home breaking the glass window. Asad came out of the house with the stone to look for the one who had done it. He could not see the face of the man leave on a bike. He saw the license plate and noted it down. He saw that the tyres of the SUV were slashed. He opened the note and on it was written "Boori nazar wale tera moonh kala." Asad did not recognize the hand writing. He called up his contact at the RTO office to find out about the bike owner. Asad cleaned up the broken glass and also called up the carpenter to come home first thing in the morning to fix it. He had to keep it all hidden from Zoya and the family. He did not know why he was being subjected to this. The next morning Zoya and Humaira together left from the family home for college as per Asad's instructions. The carpenter came to AsYa Villa to fix the new glass and as Asad wanted it to be a secret he agreed to the same. Asad was getting ready when he got the call from his contact at the RTO office. The bike belonged to one Atif Aslam Karimullah. Asad was stunned to know that Atif was behind all of this. He knew Atif did not like him but for him to go to these lengths it was not some prank but it was a crime. He had to speak with Atif and find out the truth.

At the college, Zoya had already spoken to her friends about helping Humaira gain confidence to sing. Asad had also taken permission from the principal for them to sing in the break in the canteen. All was set. Atif was just fuming. "Zoya if Humaira needed help in singing why did she not come to me? Why did she go to Professor Khan?" Zoya thought he was being silly. "Atif toh kya hua? She feels comfortable with him. Trust me he is also a good singer. Accha now let's think about helping my sister." Asad came to the canteen and Humaira was right behind him. Atif and Asad had a strange cold stare match. Zoya made Atif and Humaira made Asad look away. Asad signaled a student and he brought a guitar for Asad. Humiara was shocked and now understood as to why Asad forced her to come to the canteen instead of a private practice. Asad sturmmed the guitar and played the tune of Humaira's favorite song. She was trying to leave but before she could he held her hand and made her stay. Asad began to sing.

Asad: Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey

Humaira looked at Asad and followed his eyes. He was looking at Zoya and telling her to continue. Humaira looked once more with her big eyes asking, How could he tell aapi? Now she will make fun of me.' He blinked his eyes telling her that it was ok.

Zoya: Aa Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha

Zoya too like Asad and Humaira had a beautiful voice. She then took Atif's hand and made him get up. He too had to sing and help Humaira. He wanted her to see that he could help her so that she would come to him for help the next time instead of going to Professor Khan.

Atif: Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho

Seeing Atif sing and signing Humaira to sing the next line brought a smile to her face. She picked up the next line.

Humaira: Aa Ha Ha Ha Ha

Asad saw that Humaira was now ready to sing as Atif was also going to be singing with her. He knew of his negativity for him but at least had a positive attitude for her. Asad smiled at the rest of the singers and began from the first line.

Asad: Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey

Zoya: Aa Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha

Atif: Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho

Humaira: Aa Ha Ha Ha Ha

Asad: Mohabbat,

Humaira: Dil Ka Sakoon Hai Aitbaar

Atif: Mohabbat,

Zoya: Dil Ki Tadap Hai Yeh Intezaar

Asad: Mohabbat,

Zoya: Dil Ka Sakoon Hai Aitbaar

Atif: Mohabbat,

Humaira: Dil Ki Tadap Hai Yeh Intezaar

Asad: Oh, Dekha Hai Aaj Humne Sanam

Humaira: Aap Ki Aankhon Mein Pyaar

Humaira: Mohabbat,

Asad: Dil Ka Sukoon Hai Aitbaar

Zoya: Mohabbat,

Atif: Dil Ki Tadap Hai Yeh Intezaar

Zoya: Dekha Hai Aaj Humne Sanam

Asad: Aap Ki Aankhon Mein Pyaar

Atif: Mohabbat,

Humaira: Dil Ka Sukoon Hai Aitbaar

Asad: Mohabbat,

Zoya: Dil Ki Tadap Hai Yeh Intezaar

Atif:Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey

Zoya: Aa Ha Ha Aa Aa

Humaira: Ishq Hai Chaahat Ka Nasha

Tujhko Nahin Hai Pata

Asad: Jisne Kiya Woh Jaane Hain

Kaisa Hai Iska Maza

Zoya: Is Mein Milan Ki Hai Bekhudi

Is Mein Judaai Bhi Hai

Atif: Is Mein Wafaaon Ka Rang Hai

Bewafai Bhi Hai

Humaira: Pyaar Mein Jeete Marte Hain

Hum Aashiq Deewaane

Asad: Pyaar Mein Jeete Marte Hain

Hum Aashiq Deewaane

Zoya: Mohabbat,

Atif: Dil Ki Ada Hai Yeh Iktiyaar

Humaira: Mohabbat,

Asad: Dil Ki Tadap Hai Yeh Intezaar

Zoya: Aa Aa Aa Aa Aa Aa Aa

Atif: Aa Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha

Humiara: Aa Aa Aa Aa Aa Aa Aa

Asad: Oh Ho Ho Ho Ho

Zoya: Is Mein Haqeeqat Hai Chhupi

Is Mein Kahaani Bhi Hai, Oh

Humaira: Is Ke Labon Pe Hasi Hai Toh

Aankhon Mein Paani Bhi Hai

Asad: Is Mein Toh Hai Bechainiyaan

Is Mein Qaraar Bhi Hai

Atif: Jeet Hai Jo Is Khel Mein

Is Mein Toh Haar Bhi Hai

Zoya: Is Mein Jalke Marte Hai

Ulfat Ke Parwaane

Asad: Ho, Is Mein Jalke Marte Hain

Ulfat Ke Parwaane

Zoya: Mohabbat,

Asad: Karti Hai Dil Ko Beqaraar

Humaira: Mohabbat,

Atif: Dil Ki Tadap Hai Yeh Intezaar

Asad: Mohabbat,

Zoya: Dil Ka Sukoon Hai Aitbaar

Atif: Mohabbat,

Humaira: Dil Ki Tadap Hai Yeh Intezaar

Asad: Ho, Dekha Hai Aaj Humne Sanam

Humaira: Aap Ki Aankhon Mein Pyaar

While singing the song the four of them danced in the canteen. Asad was dancing with Humaira and Atif with Zoya. They interchanged partners too. They had a blast and also the audience. They got a wonderful response. Everyone was praising Humaira which boosted her confidence. She was now ready to sing for the competition. She wanted to thank Asad for doing this for her. She knew that she did not need to thank him but she anyways wanted to. Asad was surrounded by students treating him like a star asking him if he gave private music lessons as many of them would love to learn from him. Humaira was moving in Asad's direction when a hand clasped around her wrist and forcibly pulled her out of the canteen. "Atif leave my hand. What are you doing? You are hurting me leave me." Humaira was trying to free herself from Atif but he was not letting go of her. "What is your problem, Atif?" "What is my problem? What is wrong with you, Humaira? If you wanted music lessons you could have come to me. Why did you go to Professor Khan?" "So what if I did? What's it got to do with you? Let me go Atif, you are hurting me." "Humaira listen to me Professor Khan..." Atif was not ready to let go off her and she tried to get out of his hold. "ATIF!!!" Asad came there and saw Atif hurting Humaira even it if was unintentional he was hurting her. He had to stop Atif from saying anything more because he knew what Atif was about to say would hurt Humaira far more than she was being hurt at that moment.

Asad came to them. "Atif leave Humaira's hand. Leave her and let her go. We need to talk about something. Let her go and chalo mere saath." Asad made Atif leave Humaira's hand. She was not ready to go but went when Asad told her to go. Asad caught Atif by his upper arm and took him to the BB court. "What the hell is wrong with you, Atif?" Atif glared at Asad. "There is nothing wrong with me but there is everytrhing wrong with you and your intentions where Humaira is concerned." "Atif you are misunderstanding me. I can never harm Humiara. Main aisa soch bhi nahi sakta." Asad tried to make him understand but Atif was blinded by rage. "I have seen you trying to come closer to her. You even shifted your home in the lane behind her home. I saw you... I saw her... I know everything." "Yes Atif I know you saw everything but you did not understand anything." Asad removed the note from his pocket. "Atif being a prankster is one thing and what you did last night was a criminal activity. What if there was someone in my home when you broke the window? Kisi ko chot lag jaati toh?" "I know there was no one because you had called Humaira to your home and zahir si baat hai you will call her when you are home alone." Asad pinched the bridge of his nose. There was no way to make this boy understand. "Atif you don't trust me but you do trust Humaira right? You have faith in her that she will never do anything forbidden or wrong one of which is being in a relation ship with a teacher. Do you really think she is that weak that nave that someone can take advantage of her?" "Oh so you are saying she wants this relationship with you." "Atif you are twisting my words. Humaira and I don't have that kind of a relationship and we can never have. You don't know anything about me and from what you are doing and saying I don't think you know her either. I don't want you to say these things in front of her or anyone else and cause pain to her. You want to say anything say it to me. How can I get you to understand that my intentions are pure? What do you want?" "I want to teach you a lesson." "Well Atif that you can't as I am your teacher it is my job to teach you a lesson of what is right and wrong and trust me you need one."

Atif scoffed. "Bahut shaukh hai na teacher banne ka! Hero banne ka! Let's see who teaches a lesson to whom. Let's have a basket ball match. If I win then you will leave Humaira alone." "Atif I can't do that. I can't leave her alone but yes what I can do is teach you a lesson. If beating me or being beaten by me at a basket ball match is what will get you out of this misunderstanding then let's have it. You and I will have a one on one basket ball match here after college." "Let's shake on it." Atif and Asad shook hands. The word spread fast about Atif and Asad's Basket Ball match. The principal called Asad and asked him about it. He said that it was nothing just preparing the boy for a trial for the basket ball team. Humaira and Zoya both came to know about the match. Zoya dragged Atif to the corridor. "Atif are you crazy challenging Professor Khan for a BB match? He is an ace at BB. You will lose." "No ways Zoya. It is his time to lose not mine." She tried to make him understand but he just did not listen to him. He only took a promise that she would cheer for him and not Professor Khan. This time she had to chose a side and not like the prank time when she had helped him out.

As they had deicided before Asad and Atif met on the Basket Ball court for their match. There was a large audience gathered to see the match. Atif and Asad decided to make it an 11 point game. They shook hands and began playing. Asad was an ace at basket ball and he was proving it once again. Atif was having a hard time keeping up with Asad. The fan groups were cheering for their own player. Most of the girls and guys who now knew that Asad was in the college only to teach and not steal girls from them were cheering for him. The other members of TEAZE other than Atif were obviously cheering for him. Zoya as promised cheered for her best friend but the others were cheering for Humaira's protector. Asad was concentrating on winning and had blocked of all the voices. The only voice in his head was his own which was telling him to win the match to teach Atif a lesson and clear the misunderstanding. Asad had decided that after he would beat Atif at the BB match he would sit Atif down and talk to him about Humaira clearing all misunderstandings. After much try Atif had points equal to Asads. 5 all was the score. Asad was dribbling the ball and he had this point. Humaira was not at the court but she was looking from far away. She wanted Asad's truth to win against Atif's stupidity. Asad was dribbling the ball and for a second he looked at the bleachers. He saw Zoya sitting with the rest of her friends and cheering for Atif. He saw her pray for his victory. Atif sneaked from behind and took the ball and score the basket. Asad lost the match and Atif won. His male friends came forward and raised him on their shoulders. They took a round of the basket ball court. Asad smiled.

Everyone began to leave. Zoya and the rest of her friends were also leaving. Atif told them to go ahead as he needed just a second with Professor Khan. Asad smiled as he saw Atif approach. He was sure Atif would gloat. He won the BB match but Asad had won something priceless. He award was Zoya's smile even if it was at the cost of his loss. Atif stood in front of Asad with a smug smile. "So Mr. Ace, how does it feel to lose?" "Not bad because Atif losing does not make me a loser. I know you wanted to beat me at basket ball and insult me by doing so but I had only one aim and that was to clear your misunderstanding about Humaira and myself. Atif I could never think of Humaira in the way you think I see her. I will not stop seeing her or talking to her or helping or be by her side when she needs me. I will be there for her forever. You wanted to defeat me you did so. I know the one who loses has no rights to ask the winner for anything but I want you to promise me that no one will ever know the real reason behind this match. Mere liye nahi do it for Humaira. You wanted to protect her right? Then protect her in this way. Please don't say anything about what you thought about us and our relationship. Please don't insult her that way. I know her she will never forgive you if she comes to know about this. Please." Asad left when Atif promised that he would never speak of it. Atif stood there smiling as he won and Asad lost. He had showed Asad his place and he was sure that now Humaira would also see Asad for who he is, a loser and will never go to him for help.

"Phattack." The peace and quiet of the basket ball court was broken with this sound echoing. Atif stood there with his palm on his left cheek. He could not believe that he had been slapped by his friend's younger sister. He looked at her in shock and she had tears in her eyes. "How dare you Atif? How could you even think that Professor Khan was taking advantage of a girl? Atif you don't know anything about him and you certainly don't know what he means to me. Atif you think you were protecting me. You think you can save me from Professor Khan. Well let me make one thing clear that I do not need to be protected from him neither do I need a savior. No harm can come to me with Professor Khan by my side. You wanted to teach him a lesson. You wanted to put him down so you thought to compete with him in the basketball something he is an ace at. You thought if you would defeat him in something he is the best then you would humiliate him. You think you have achieved what you wanted. You think you have defeated and humiliated Professor Khan. FYKI Asad Ahmed Khan can't be defeated at anything ever until and unless he chooses to be defeated. You did not defeat him Atif he chose that defeat for him and you will never understand why. I thought you were like him not just the initials of your name AAK but also in person you had the same qualities but I forgot that there can be only one AAK and that is Asad Ahmed Khan. You can never even match up to his shadow. I am ashamed of myself that I ... Forget it you are not worth it." Humaira left and Atif stood alone in the basket ball court with her words echoing in his head.

Precap: Guess who's coming for a stay.

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Originally posted by: aarzoo50

good morning 😃

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beautiful update...
uff atif ka to dimag total galat track pe going...
plus he was nt humaira's protector but zoya's sister's protector 😛
asad shares everything with zoya ... except fr that top secret 😉 jo hum jaante hai bt wo nai jaanti ...
nice point by zoya ... kabhi kuch mat batana asad ko... dhol peet peet k sab ko bata dega 😆
Asad haar gaya 😔 ... kuch yaad aagaya kabhi kabhi kuch jeetne ke liye kuch harna bhi padta hai.. aur haar kar jeetnay wale ko BAAZIGAR kehte hai...kya kehte hai????
BAAZIGAR...
hmmm thappad to milgaya but akal aayi ki nahi kb pata chalega???
plz continue soon...

p.s.. i m dukhi abt zoya supporting Atif n nt Asad 😔

Originally posted by: Chahanya

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Now me going to wet the pillow with my tears.

aww... mat ro plz... 😔

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