AsYa (KaBhi) FS: Inkar Se Ikraar Tak Teaser Part 5| Page 62| 5/11/15 - Page 25

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Part 3(Bichhdann)

Asad and Zoya had grown very close in a very short time. Zoya had begun to realize Asad's importance in her life. Asad's heart beat only for her. Sunday, it was a beautiful morning and Asad wished to spend it with Zoya. He asked her if she would, he wanted to try his luck and it worked. She said yes to spend the entire day with him. Asad knew it was all a dream, it would end and that her reality was with someone else but he wanted it badly. The entire day's itinerary was made by Zoya. Asad expressed his wish to begin from paying their respects at the Haji Ali Dargah and Zoya agreed. After visiting the dargah they went to the Chowpatty beach. "Asad?" "Hmm." "If I had not asked you to reject me toh..." Zoya asked Asad sipping her coconut water. "Toh tumhaare boyfriend ka kya hota?" "Boyfriend? Kaunsa boyfriend?" Zoya got on the tonga. She realized what just slipped out of her mouth and turned to look at Asad. The look on his face ...

Zoya was standing on the tonga. Asad was looking at her with a thousand questions in his eyes and anger all over his face. Zoya gulped the juices forming in her throat. "Madam jee baith jaaiye." The tonga driver told Zoya. She was stuck on her place. Zoya and Asad were having an intense eye lock. She was about to step down but Asad put his hand forth and gesture her to stay on the tonga. Zoya sat on the seat. Asad sat across her. There was dead silence. Zoya slowly got up from her seat to go sit next to Asad. Just then the tonga driver pulled the reigns. Zoya fell on top of Asad. She felt a shiver run down her spine, whether it was from the closeness to Asad or the icy chill in his behavior is not sure. He made her sit across him. She tried to speak with him but he was not even ready to look at her. Just as the sun is setting and the moon is rising is a perfect romantic time for a tonga ride but not in this case. Zoya was desperate to speak with Asad. She wanted to give him an explanation for her lies. Asad did not speak to her for the rest of the tonga ride and also when he was driving towards her home.

"Asad, please listen to me. Let me explain." Zoya tried to plead with Asad. He grabbed her by her upper arms and pinned her to the outside wall of her house. "Explanation? What explanation can you possibly give for that lie Zoya?" Zoya saw it now. It was not anger but disappointment in Asad's eyes for her. "Asad, meri baat toh..." "Kya? What will you say Zoya? Why did you lie to me? Agar main pasand nahi tha mujhse shadi nahi karni thi toh you should have said so. You knew I was in love with you. Theek hai you did not love me back but at least you should have not given me the pain by saying that you are in love with someone else. Kyun kiya ye sab?" Zoya could see the pain she had caused Asad. She too was wincing in pain but her pain was nothing compared to his. "Asad, it is not that I did not want to marry you. Us waqt main aapse toh kya kisi se bhi shaadi nahi karna chahti thi. I wanted to work." Asad looked at her. "Job karna tha? Zoya, what opinion did you have of me and my family? What did you think that after the marriage if you said you wanted to work we would have stopped you? Which century do you think we belong too? Zoya my mother works too. I don't believe it! Iss qadar ki bewakoofi kar sakti ho tum! Do you have any idea what have you done?" Zoya stood there with her eyes lowered.

Asad was still not done. "Zoya, tumne mujhe dard diya uss dard ke liye I can forgive you. I can forget everything. But you caused pain to my parents. My mother saw her daughter in law in you. She saw a daughter in you. Wo beti jo unhe khuda ne nahi di unhone tum mein use dekha. I refused to marry you and caused her pain. Pichhle do saalon mein she has seen so many girls for me but I make excuses and refuse. Every time I refuse ek nayi hope unke andar zinda hoti hai for the two of us. She asks me about you and I refuse just like the way you wanted me to. Unki ummeed har baar zinda hoti hai dobara marne ke liye." Zoya could not say a word. She stood there guilt ridden thinking of the pain she had caused Asad and his mother. "Asad, I know I have caused a lot of pain to you and your family. I am sorry. I had no idea ki mera ek jhoot it would cause so much pain. Maine socha..." "Socha? Kya socha Zoya? Kiske baare mein socha? You did not think before lying to me. You did not think about anyone else before lying to me and asking me to do the same. Sirf khud ke baare mein scoha!"

Asad grabbed her arm and took her to the side of the house. They were standing outside the living area. They looked in through the window. "Dekho inhe Zoya! Your parents, you have caused pain to them too. Do you any idea what parents go through when their perfect daughter is rejected? What do you think it is as easy for them as it is for you to be in contact with me? I live alone in the city away from my home and parents so courtesy sake ke liye and also being family acquaintances they care for me. Wo bhi asaan nahi hai Zoya, every time they invite me over I have seen a fear in them. There is a hesitation with every invite. Kahin Asad aur uski family ko ye na lage that we are trying to trap him or convince him for Zoya. Wo mujhse bade hain but every time I have seen their heads and eyes lowered in front of me. Kabhi nahi socha na tumne ye sab?" Zoya stood there crying silently. Asad too was in tears.

Asad was not done yet. He pulled her into the house and took her up the stairs to Humaira's room. There they saw Humaira looking at Haider's photo. There was a longing in her eyes. "Look at your younger sister, Zoya! She is in love with Haider. It has been 2 years since her engagement. If her older sister was married then she too could have gotten married and gone with Haider to the US. Do saalon se wo apne pyar se door hai. Arre if you would have agreed to get engaged to bhi your parents could have got her married. Ehsaas hai iske dard ka? Nahi. Zoya ko kisi ke dard ka ehsaas nahi hai. Na mere dard ka, na mere parents ka arre tumhe toh khud ki family ka dard bhi nahi dikhayi diya! You wanted freedom to work. Azaadi chahiye thi par Zoya azaadi ki bhi keemat chukani padti hai. Wo keemat tumne nahi unn sab ne chukayi hai jo tumse pyar karte hain. You wanted freedom to work, you did not want to get tied down right? Now you can enjoy your freedom. Aaj main khudko tumhaare pyar se azaad karta hoon. I have no idea how will you get rid of the pain of your family but I know what I have to do to soothe the pain of my parents. The next girl I see I am marrying her. Good bye and good luck for the future Zoya."

Asad left and did not once look back. Zoya collapsed on the floor. She cried silently. She had already given a lot of pain to her family she could give them more. She made an excuse and went to the guest room for the night. She did not want Humaira to know about her pain. Zoya lay in bed thinking of the last 2 years. Just like Asad's family was looking for his bride her family too was finding a groom for her. They had felt pain more for her when Asad had rejected her. She had seen her parents worry about her but took it lightly. Humaira too spoke to her about her dreams of a beautiful life with Haider and that she could not wait to begin it. Zoya felt like punishing herself for the pain she had caused but she was already punished. Asad left her and did not look back. She cried to sleep that night.

The next morning Zoya woke up feeling weak. Her eyes were puffed as she cried herself to sleep. Zoya was very quiet at the breakfast table. The only time she responded was when Gafur mentioned Asad. Zoya sniffled and ran away from the breakfast table. She quickly picked up her bag and left for work before anyone could ask her if anything was wrong. She was on her way to work. She saw Asad's building and stopped her car. "I should speak with Asad. I must apologize. I have to make things right. Everything that went wrong began with lying to Asad so making things right should also begin with him. Zoya was determined to make things right. Asad had told her that he will move on but she had to try at least once. Even after trying if Asad did not want to be with her, accept her love then she would move out of his way. She got out of the car after saying a silent prayer.

"Memsahib, aap kidhar ja rahi hain?" Zoya looked at the guard with shock. "Guard bhaiyya, aap toh aise pooch rahen hain jaise mujhe pehli baar yahan dekha hai. Haan kuch dino ke baad aayi hoon but itne dino mein aap mujhe bhool gaye. B' wing, 10^th floor flat no 20 mein jaana hai." Zoya took one step towards the B' wing where Asad's flat was but the guard stopped her. "Maaf kijiye memsahib par saab ne mana kiya hai. Hum kisi bhi visitor ko nahi jaane de sakte." Zoya dialed Asad's number to clarify the guard's confusion. She was Zoya not just any other visitor. He can't have had her entry stopped. She dialed his number but Asad did not answer her call. The guard was looking at her. She saw pity in his eyes for her. She turned to go out of the gates of the building. She stopped and looked up towards Asad's window. "Kya hua Srivastav, ye B' wing, 10^th floor flat no 20 wali memsahib ro kyun rahi hai?" Another guard came to the guard post. "Ram Singh, wo sahib ne mana kiya hai kisi ko bhi upar bhejne se." Gul Khan told Ram Singh. Ram Singh looked at Zoya. "Ye ameerzaade aise hi hote hain, jab tak mann kiya ladki ko ghumaya, phiraya, ghar bulaya, saath waqt guzara aur jab mann bhar gaya toh moonh pher liya. Bechari ladki."

Zoya stood there hearing the two guards talk about Asad and her. Tears were flowing down her cheeks. She wiped them and then went to the guards. "Aap logon ka kaam iss building mein rehne walon ki raksha karne ki hai na ki unke baare mein itni ghatiya be buniyaad baatein karne ka. Kisi ke personal life ke baare mein comment karne ka aapko koi haq nahi hai. Agli baar mein na sunu aapko Mr. Khan ke baare mein kuch bolte hue. Agar dobara aisa hua toh main aapki complaint kar doongi society committee se." Zoya gave the two security guards a cold stare and left. She ran towards her car, and broke down. Asad had really turned away from her. She drove back home and ran to her room. She could not stop crying and wished to drown in her own tears. Humaira came to the room and saw Zoya crying. "Aapi? Kya hua? Why are you crying?" Zoya hugged Humaira and cried. "Asad... Asad came to know the truth about the fake boyfriend. He is very disappointed in me. I have hurt him Humi. Wo mujhse baat nahi kar rahe... I love him Humi and I lost him. Maine Asad ke pyar ki value nahi ki aur ab I will never be able to tell him that I love him. Wo meri zindagi se chale gaye Humi. He left me." Zoya cried and Humaira hugged her tightly.

Days passed Asad had broken all contacts with the Siddiques. Whenever Razia or Gafur invited him over he made some or the other excuse and politely declined. Razia noticed a change in Zoya too. She had lost her chirpiness, she did not smile, she did not talk much, she did not sit with the rest of the family, she was lost and sad all the time. Razia had her doubts but she needed a confirmation. "Humaira, come with me." She took Humaira and went to her bedroom. They were alone at home. "Humaira, sach sach bolo what is going on with Zoya? Humaira don't even try to cover up for your sister. Kya hua hai use? Does it have something to do with Asad? Humaira bolo kuch!" Razia was worried for Zoya. She did not want her daughter's heart to be broken. "Ammi, it is better if you speak with aapi. Unke dil ki baat hai she will be say it better." Humaira did not say anything to Razia and left.

Raiza and Gafur were worried about Zoya. Razia had shared with Gafur her concerns about Zoya's feelings for Asad. They decided to send Zoya away to her khala's place for some time. She needed to sort her life. Razia was about to call Zoya to tell her what they had decided for her. Her cell phone rang. "Itni raat ko kiska phone hai Raiza?" Razia's eyes were staring at the phone. Dilshad's name flashed. "Dilshad bhabhi ka." "Iss waqt?" "Kya karoon?" "Answer it." "Mujh mein himmat nahi hai. What if..." "Razia you will not know unless you answer the phone. Accept the call baat karo." Razia accepted the call. "Jee Dilshad bhabhi, iss waqt phone kiya sab khairyat toh hai na?" "Kuch khairiyat nahi hai." Razia's color changed as she heard what Dilshad had to say. "Jee?" Dilshad disconnected the call. "Razia kya hua? Kya kaha Dilshad bahbhi ne? Sab theek toh hai na?" Gafur looked worriedly at Razia.

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Originally posted by: suearmaniac

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