New AsYa FF : The Truth (BANNER POSTED| 20th September) - Page 4

Originally posted by: jaanu013

interesting start.. asad thinks that zoya is married..nice update continue soon

Thank u!

Originally posted by: _Annie_

Interesting start! Continue soon :)

Thank u😊

Originally posted by: Persiko

Nice part Trish...
Arey arey asad Miyan ko laga zoya ki beti hai...

Woh asad Miyan hi honge Gafoor ek hi insaan laga sakta hai woh hai Asad ;)

Hey Affu!

Originally posted by: anopama

Nice start

So asad was the guys seeing Zoya and the child

He is mesmerized with her but then thinking he is watching a mother

Ok who was kidnapped and it had to be asad was the hooded person

So he helped the cops

But he is out to get revenge on gaffur siddiqui

Is Zoya linked to gaffur

Continue soon and pm plz

Hey Anopama! Thank u..

U think its Asad. Ok lets see.

CHAPTER : 2

Zoya exits the airport and hire a cab to reach her destination. After giving the address to the driver she leaned back peacefully in the seat. The journey from New York to India is too long n tiring. Her cell phone ringed, she checked the ID and received the call.

"Assalam walikum Appi!" She cheerfully replied.

"Walikum assalam meri bachi. Pohoch gayi thik se woha?" Appi replied.

"Ha appi bas cab mei hoon pohochnewali hoon. Ap fikar na kare. Main phochtehi apko call karungi."

"Acha phir. Khuda hafiz"

"Allah hafiz Appi apna kheal rakhiyega."

After ending the call, she sighed happily. She looked outside from the car window, hot noon breeze fanning her face, playing with her beautiful long hair. She closed her eyes taking in the beauty of the nature. The air is hot but soothing. Her thought drifted to the real reason why she is here in the first place.

Zoya Farooqui, a bubbly, sweet, lovable, caring, cheerful, breathtakingly beautiful next door girl, working for a famous international engineering company as software engineer. In this whole internet world she is a famous hacker, known as Zoe. Always smiling, solving others problem, can befriend with strangers in no time. And Zoya defines the word messiness. She is a happy-go-lucky girl, who breaks stupid silly shayaries now and then, enjoying the life fully. She has no sorrow in her life or at least to others. No one knows the deep secrets she carries in her heart except her appi and jiju, who supports her, every decision and loves her more than their lives. She too loves them more than anything in this whole world; after all they are her only family. She is an orphan; she was only three years old when she lost her mother, Zainab Farooqui. And her father? Well she doesn't even know her father's name let alone knowing he is alive or not. Her Appi and jiju, Zeenat and Anwar, was her maternal relatives who took her in when there was nobody to look after her. They never talked about her real parents much. She only knew her root is in India. After the horrible incident which took away her mother from her, appi n jiju moved in New York with her, in order to keep her safe. Even after so much questioning they never told her more than this.

A lone tear slips out from her eyes remembering her past. She even can't remember now how her mother was looked like, a faint image remained only in her heart. But the care, the motherly love is still prominent and strong in her heart. She misses her mother badly at sometimes. Though Appi is there but still this is such a void which no one can fill.

"Madam apka ghar aa gaya"

The sudden voice of the cab driver, informing their arrival to the address took her out from her memory lane. She pay for the ride n thanked the driver after taking out her luggage. She rolled her bag walking through gate and stops gasping the house. A big beautiful white mansion with a big garden surrounding it, the whole house is decorated with flowers clearly showing the ongoing functions.

"Zoyaaa!"

A shrill scream of a lady took her out of her trance and before Zoya could understand what's happening she is taken in a bone crushing hug, almost chocking her.

"Zoya tum aa gayi, yeah!"

Nikhat Ahmed Khan, Zoya's best friend. They met each other and become friends while they were studying engineering at New York University. Nikhat is very sweet n caring girl but shy in nature. On the very first day at Uni these two girls bump into each other and instantly hit it off. Later they came to know they are room partners too. Here after their friendship knew no bound. Being besties they knew each other very well as well as their families. Though Zoya never met Nikhat's family in person, but of course then what skype is for? She had talked to Nikhat's sisters, Nuzhat and Humera, and also befriend with them. Nuzhat is Nikhat's little sister who is naughty n bubbly. Humera is Nikhat's mamu's daughter, she is little shy as well. Three of them are always together from childhood, no one can separate them. They share a strong sibling bond. Nikhat has one elder brother, whom Zoya hadn't met till now. But the way Nikhat told about him, she is sure they will get along well. Through Nikhat, Zoya came to know about India, her mother land. And in no time she felt an emotional attachment with this country. Nikhat told her about her family which is too conservative. If not for Imraan, she can never come to New York and study further. Oh! Totally forgot to tell about Imraan. He is Nikhat's fianc now to be husband. Imraan's family is not that much strict, after knowing that Nikhat wants to study further, Imraan supports her and convinced her family to send her abroad for studying while he too join her. Imraan was senior by one year to them. Zoya felt the bond between this two is really unique. Though this is an arranged marriage still their understanding is what made Zoya admire them. Stealthily Zoya started wishing such life partner for her too.

So this is how they met and now she is here in India to be a witness when they finally are getting bound in the sacred bond of Nikah.

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"Zoya kaisi ho tum! Ya allah kitne din bad mil rahe hai hum."

"Wo to hai Nikhat. Pata hai kitna miss kiya tumhe?"

"Ya Allah baji ye apne kya pahena hai!" one of Nikhat's sister Nuzhat said.

That's when they broke apart from their hug and Nikhat looked at Zoya's dress.

"Ya Allah Zoya maine bataya tha na no jeans in our house? Bhul gayi!" Nikhat exclaimed.

"Allah miyan! What's wrong with me! Tumhare call ki chakkar mein bhul gayi bilkul"

"Ab hum kya karenge. Tumhe ndar kaise le jungi?" Nikhat looked around tensed. So as Nuzhat and Humera. Suddenly Nuzhat spoke excitedly,

"Baji ap guest room k khidki se andar aa sakte hai aur phir change karke sabse mil lena."

"Wow great idea Nuzhat! Come here" said Zoya and pulled her for a hug. Nikhat hesitated a bit but at last gave in finding no other way. So, all of them moved towards the window of the guest room, luckily for them it's at ground floor. With the help of them Zoya enter the guest room through window while other followed her without getting caught by anyone. They made Zoya change into a yellow salwar kameez as the haldi function is to be held in sometime. Zoya come outside and met everyone, Nikhat's mother Shireen Ahmed Khan, her mumani Razia Ahmed Sidiqqui, Mamu Gafoor Ahmed Sidiqqui, her dadi. After greeting everyone they forced her to eat something and join the function.

"Waise tumhare bhaijaan nahi dikh rahe?" Zoya asked while eating.

"Ha wo Bhaijaan aur Abbu Imraan jiju ke ghar gaye hai rasam ke liye. Bas ate hi honge." Nuzhat said while Nikhat blushed. They got busy in teasing n laughing at Nikhat, completely lost in the festive mood.

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"Kya kahe raho ho!" Gafoor Ahmed Sidiqqu i shouted in the phone.

"Ji janab. Rafiq pakda gaya us factory se aur wo ladki ki bhi sahi salamat pohoch gayi apne ghar!" a man informed him.

"Par aise kaise ho sakta hai. Pata karo kisne kiya ye sab. Mujhe do din k andar puri report chahiye. Nahi to anjam tumhe maloom hai. Aur Rafiq sham tak reha ho jana chahiye." Gafoor threatened.

"Ji janab. Janab wo aur ek bat thi", the man replied.

"To bolo jaldi se, intezar kiski!"

"The chip is missing too"

"kya!"

The call got cut with the beeping sound...

AFTER SOMETIME:

Razia Sidiqqui, wife of Gafoor Sidiqqui, entered the room with a glass of juice only to find an absent minded Gafoor sitting on the chair, visibly angry as well as tensed.

"Ji kya hua? App itna paresan kyun hai?" She asked.

He looked at her once, then again resumed his posture, "Rafiq pakda gaya, aur wo chip bhi missing hai" he said calmly.

Razia gasped shockingly. She left the room after placing the glass on the table, knowing very well at this time if she stays anymore and questions him, she will face his wrath.

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Gafoor Ahmed Sidiqqui, a respectable personality of the society, member of Badi Masjeed society, and owner of Sidiqqui construction, kind hearted helpful person who always stands against injustice, a man of principles and never lies. A lovable father, a protective brother, as well as strict, traditional and conservative - these can easily describe his persona.

Okay! Don't get confused. He is kind, respectable, helpful n so all but only for the outside world. In true face he is the great under world king. No one ever in the under world has seen him in person let alone meeting. But he is behind all the crimes you can imagine of. But surprisingly there is no proof against him, not a single one to point a finger on him. His right hand man is Rafiq. Who just got caught and put behind the bar in charge of kidnapping.

Razia, his wife knows everything about him. Don't think she is majboor, besahara biwi' who can't protest against her husband. She is one step ahead of her husband. She is the mastermind behind these crimes. But one thing is common for both of them, which are not pretend, their love for their only child Humera. They have tried every possible way to keep her out of this dangerous world and successfully managed to do so till now.

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Razia came out of the room thinking a way to manage this problem but quickly hide her tense self to attain the guests who just arrived for the ongoing haldi function. She looks at the stage where the rasam is being held. She saw that Nikhat is sitting at the middle of the stage dripped in haldi, while all the girls surrounded her dancing. She glanced at Humera who was dancing merrily unaware of the things happened around her; Razia smiled seeing her only child's smile and got more determined to find a way out of this mess. They can't get caught at this stage. She is sure; they will get out of these, this time too, like always and smiled determinedly. Little did she know this time Allah has a different plan for them.

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SOMEWHERE IN THE CITY:

"Hello sir, congratulation for the success."

"Not now officer. This is just beginning. It's not enough. We have to collect more strong proofs."

"We will get it sir, very soon. Our hard working can never get failed. All mighty is with us. We will succeed."

"Insha Allah"

"Sir there is a message from agent. Agent wants to meet you."

"Ok thank u. I'll look into it."

The hooded guy ends his call and rushed towards his car, thinking of the message.

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Night time:

AT SIDIQQUI MANSION:

Zoya, Nikhat, Nuzhat and Humera sat on the terrace, enjoying the evening breeze while chitchatting a bit.

Mash-Allah Nikhat maine kabhi nahi sochi thi nikah itna khubsoorat hote hai India mein. Pata hai maine bohot enjoy ki aj. Aur tumara ghar bohot sundar hai"

"Zoya ye bat dusbar bol chuke ho tum!" Nikhat said while others laughed.

Zoya pouted and throw a cushion at Nikhat. Nikhat catches it and says, " Acha suno kal hum shopping ke liye jayenge, so madam please subah jaldi uth jayiega nahi to hum apke bina hi chale jayenge!"

"Hww how mean, ghar ayi maheman se koi aise bat karta hai kya!"

"Baji chaliye rat ho rahi hai hume ab so jana chahiye," Humera said.

This time Nikhat and Zoya shared a knowing look; Nikhat seemed slightly tensed while Zoya assured her everything is fine through her eyes.

They all wish each other good night and retired to their respective room. Zoya entered her room and after changing in night dress stands near the window, overlooking the garden. She is enjoying here. She fell in love with this country all over again. But she only is praying that she get what she looking for. She moves towards her bed and bringing out her prayer mat from her bag, she lay it down. She tied her scarf and sat in prayer.

"Ya Allah aap ki marzi ke bina hum kuch bhi nahi kar sakte. Ap to sab jante hai, mere liye ye sab kitna zaroori hai. Aye maula meri ye dua Qubool karle, aur mujhe sach tak pohocha de. Mujhe itna himmat dena ki mai wo sach ke sath zinda rahe saku. Mere har kadam pe yuhi sath de mera, mujhe nahi pata age kya hoga, par itna zaroor karna ke apke sahare mai jee saku aur har muskil ki samna kar saku."

She got up ending her dua, folded her mat and places it on the sofa. She felt a peace after praying and lay down in the bed. She looked at the moon from the open window and smiled at it; this is something she does daily, she feels herself closer to her mother whenever she lost herself in mother nature. Slowly the sleep takes over her due to jet lagging and being tired of the function. The moon light shining brightly outside in the night sky; showing a path of light in this dark night, as if giving a hope of a beautiful day ahead...

Nice updt.but zoya nikhat friend now staying in sm.I thought she going to staying in kV.no asya in this updt

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Interesting update.
Curious about whole plot.
No asad and asya but no problem.
Continue soon.