"Tum tanveer se nikaah karoge Asad. This is my final decision and the nikaah will take place this friday which gives us exactly 5 days." Dilshaad told on monday morning as they all gathered for breakfast.
"Tanveer kya tumhe yeh faisla qubool hai? She asked facing tanveer who quickly masked her glee into a docile, innocent expression.
"Ji khala, hume koi aitraaz nahi hai." She inwardly smirked thinking what problem would she have. All these days she had so tactically planned to get this but now it was handed to her.
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"Ammi... woh... main... woh... actually... nahi... woh... umm... "
"Asad abhi bohot saare kaam baaki hai tumhare nikaah ke. Toh Rhoda aage badho woh actually se." Dilshad told sternly.
"Ammi.. yeh aap itne jaldbaazi main kyun kar rahi? Woh humare kuch nahin lagte. We shouldn't be giving a damn about them. Please ammi reconsider this nikaah" Asad told.
"Asad, tanveer is a nice girl exactly what you expect in a wife. I was thinking of Zoya but then you would have refused. Now what is your problem?"
But my heart accepts only Zoya, thought Asad. But he couldn't voice his words.
Zoya looked on as Asad spoke to his ammi. As he looked out of his room he met a pair of disappointed, teary doe eyes that broke his heart.
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After the mangalpur fiasco and bhaang night, Asad had realized that there was something in him that had changed and that he started feeling something different, something more for his Ammi's guest.
And after the visa fiasco Asad realized that he too probably had fallen in love with Ms. Know it all Farooqui.
Zoya too had realized that she was probably in love as some hazy memories of the bhaang night came back to her and she thought of all those times when her Mr. Jahapanah 6- packs came running to save her.
But with phoophi's announcement no one noticed how her eyes filled with tears except Asad. He too could feel a dull ache in his heart and thought to convince ammi otherwise. But as usual he couldn't go past the "woh actually".
Zoya couldn't bear to face him and ran back to her room.
Tanveer smirked as she saw her jammy try and get rid of this marriage.
Too bad she thought as she walked back to her room to make a call.
But no on one had noticed the youngest of their family, their tamatar as she stood there taking in all their faces and expressions.
Strange she thought as she followed tanveer to inform her about some ritual.
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"Asaalam waalekum, razia bi. Kaisi hain aap? Sab khairiyat?"
Najma stopped outside the partially open door as she heard the name razia.
"Kya bi, aap apni billo rani ko itni aasani se bhul gaye? Yeh bohot nainsafi hai. Humne aapki itni madad ki woh gudiya factory ka raaz chupaane ke liye." Tanveer pouted as she played with her dupatta.
"Haan bi, aap fikar na kariye. Woh gudiya mere paas hi hai. Rashid miya ka sach nahi aayega bahar. Maine toh bas isiliye phone kiya tha kyunki mujhe meri payment chahiye thi. Aur inkaar karne ki sochna bhi mat nahin toh yeh gudiya main khud dilshaad khala ko de dungi." Tanveer threatened.
Najma who stood there shocked couldn't hear anymore and rushed to her ammi.
Tanveer hearing some noise quickly cut the phone and rushed out to see who it was but couldn't see anyone.
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Najma couldn't get herself to talk to her ammi, noticing her happiness after so many days.
She decided to take Zoya's help and quickly rushed to her room only to find her in tears.
"Zoya? What happened? Why are you crying? And don't make excuses!" Najma said
"Uumm... tamatar... Tum kab aayi...? Woh ... they are just tears as I'm missing aapi and jeeju... So I thought I should just go back.." Zoya trailed off.
"Zoya! But why do you want to leave us? You have to help me save your family! "
"Huh?"
"Yes Zoya. Aren't we your family? You love bhaijaan don't you?" Najma came straight to the point.
Zoya gasped as she stared at her in shock.
Najma related all the events till now and how she overheard tanveer.
"Allah miya, how can tanveer do this? I always thought there was more to her than just her innocent, traditional girl. Tamatar, I've got a plan. It is risky but you'll have to lend me your full support!"
"I'm with you bhabhi, don't worry!" She pledged as Zoya blushed.
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Day 1:
When tanveer was out with Dilshaad and najma, zoya went through Tanveer's room hoping to find the doll but no luck.
Both Najma and Zoya kept a constant watch on tanveer and her movements but couldn't draw down anything substantial.
Day 2:
Zoya ended up with high fever and was bed ridden leaving Najma to do the detective work. Time was running out and they had still not been able to gather anything substantial.
Asad had taken a leave from office and offered to stay back and take care of Zoya as Tanveer, Dilshad and Najma went shopping.
He quickly rushed to her room having heard something drop.
"What is wrong with you, Ms. Farooqui? Why are you out of your bed? You could have just called me right? I'm here for you at home and yet you are stubborn to not listen." He let out frustrated.
"I didn't ask you to stayback so you aren't doing me a favour. You shouldn't be concerned about me as you're getting married Mr. Khan. Don't forget. And secondly unless you can go to the washroom on my behalf I suggest you move out of my way. " She said as she tried to walk still weak due to fever.
Suddenly she felt herself being carried in her arms as he placed her in the washroom despite her shrieks.
"Allah miya, what is wrong with you? How can you do such a thing? You are getting married soon and you would no longer hold the right to carry any girl like this. So please I would be glad if you could maintain certain distance." Zoya told her heartbeat still fast.
"Why do you need to keep reminding me about my marriage Ms. Farooqui? I was merely trying to help you so forgive me for helping you." He said irritated as he walked out.
"I'm sorry Mr. Khan. You were right. My rude behaviour was totally uncalled for." She said as he helped her into the bed.
"It's alright Ms. Farooqui. Please take care and I'll be back with my laptop here."
He can say so many words, yet cannot confess that he loves me. Am I so bad that I can never be loved by anyone? Thought Zoya as a tear trickled down her face.
Zoya simply stared at him as he sat there working on laptop.
Asad noticing her intense gaze questioned her and noticed her eyes quickly filling up.
Realising her thought process her looked down guilty as he himself had no answers.
"Mr. Khan please don't bother for me too much. I'm simply a guest who is bound to return back. Don't just don't..." saying so she broke into tears.
"I'm sorry... " He could only say this as he couldn't bear seeing her tears.
Suddenly her iPad pinged a ring as she saw her aapi skyping her. Quickly rubbing her tears, and putting a smile on her face she wished her aapi.
"Aapi I miss you all too... a lot..." She mumbled as her aapi complained.
"Toh waapas aa jaa meri bacchi... Even we miss you a lot.. shall I ask rehan to book the tickets for you? Anyways he is in India due to certain legal procedures. I can ask him to book your ticket with him. Or better you talk to him. He was very unhappy that you haven't responded to his messages. Here note down his number." Her aapi happily made the plans unaware of the turmoil of emotions in the room.
"Alright aapi, I'll call him and check with him the dates and get back to you." She said with a heavy heart.
"No!" Screamed a grief stricken Asad as if she was immediately returning.
Realising her aapi's presence he hastily explained that she wasn't going to return immediately as she had to complete certain incomplete tasks and he would personally make sure that she was dropped back. Never he thought mentally before hastily bidding goodbye and snatching her iPad as if it would take her away from him.
All this while Zoya stared at him wide eyed before she fell unconscious.
After a good testing 2 hours she woke up and was surprised to see a teary - eyed Asad.
Unable to speak, she held his hand.
"Thank God! You're fine! What is wrong with you? Can't you tell if you aren't feeling fine? Why do you have to bear everything alone? Luckily you were on the bed else only Allah knows what would have happened!" Asad spoke as if his life was taken which in a way was.
"If ... you can... speak all that... then why cant... you... confess? Don't refuse my belief... please just once tell.. tell me that... you ... love me... And I'll go... back... go back forever... please Mr. Khan... tell me that... I did ... hear you... tell aapi... about not returning... please... prove that I can read... your eyes... right..." She spoke as she stared up at him in tears herself.
"I love you. Yes. I love you and only you. Don't ... Don't even mention about going back! I love you." He finally confessed as he tightly gathered her in his arms.
"Don't cry at least now. I have confessed. I really love you. I love you and only you." He said as he pecked her forehead as she nodded happily.
"I love you too my akdu jahapanah 6 - packs. And I don't think I can ever leave you." She confessed happily as more tears made their way.
"But Mr. Khan your nikaah?" She asked after a while as she snuggled closer to him.
"What about my nikaah? It will take place as planned." He told.
"Allah miya, what's wrong with you? You'll get married to tanveer? You'll cheat on me? How dare you think of such a hideous thing? Just because I call you jahapanah doesn't give you the right to act like one! Get that?" She asked as she rained light fists on him.
He chuckled as he grabbed hold of her hands and placed feather kisses on them.
"At least hear me out completely, Mrs. Khan to be! I said the nikaah will take place but just a small change. The bride won't be the same. I'll talk to ammi today. And I think tannu will understand. She too seemed surprised by ammi's announcement." He said as he placed a kiss on her forehead.
Zoya blushed but remembered what Najma told and immediately told him," Mr. Khan I think there is something wrong or just different with tanveer. I mean she seems so fishy... like suddenly out of the blue she appeared and I just feel that she is not what she seems. And don't you think she is always sticking way too close for a good friend? I honestly don't like her." She exclaimed.
"Ms. Farooqui, just because you're weird doesn't mean the entire world is. I mean what wrong could possibly tannu do?" He asked chuckling.
"Why do you call her tannu and me Ms. Farooqui?"
"Because they are your respective names? Ms. Farooqui, are you sure you're fine? I mean you are asking such dumb questions, not that you usually ask intelligent questions but today's questions seem too stupid!" He said in a teasing manner.
"Don't talk to me Mr. Khan. You are very rude and I hate you. You can take your rudeness with you and go back to tannu. I don't care." She said angrily.
"You don't care?" Asad asked.
"No I don't. You love your friend more than me. So I don't care. You and your tannu can happily be rude to each other." She said sniffing.
"You know your tears are my weakness and now are trying to manipulate me, right? But you know what I love you enough for both of us." He asked as he pulled her into his embrace.
Day 3:
"Desperate times call for desperate measures and neither has Mr. Khan spoken to phoophi. Tanveer has that doll but why is she wanting to not help Mr. Khan's abbu?" Zoya wondered loudly as both Najma and her sat there pondering.
Just then the door bell rang.
"I'll get it" Zoya said as she bounced out with Najma following.
"Nahin Zoya, hum le lenge." Tanveer insisted as she ran hurriedly down the stairs.
"Kya hai voh tanveer?" Zoya asked trying to peep in.
"Nahin kuch nahin.. Mera hi post hai... voh kuch documents maine mangvayi thi. Bas aur kuch nahi." She said in a sickeningly sweet tone.
"Tanveer woh maine tumhare room main kuch dolls dekhi thi. Par door se. Mujhe kuch kuch bohot hi beautiful lagi. Toh can I see them?" Zoya asked.
"Zoya aapko haq kisne diya mere room main jaane ke liye? Aap shayad bhool rahi hain, lekin aap sirf ek mehmaan hai yahaan aur main iss ghar ki bahu. Toh aap apne hadon main rahiye." She said in an enraged tone.
Hearing the bell ring dilshad too had come out to see what the commotion was all about.
"Tanveer! Kya ho gaya hai tumhe? Bechari ne bas pyaar se poocha aur tum aise react kar rahi ho? Aur tum abhi bahu nahi bani iss ghar ki. Ek aur baat yaad rakhna. Zoya iss ghar ki beti hai, toh usey poora haq hai iss ghar pe. I hope I'm clear." Dilshad told in a no nonsense tone.
"Maaf kijiye khala lekin aaj kal hume lag raha hai ki Zoya humare har cheez pe jaasusi kar rahi hai. Aur zoya kuch zyada hi jammy ke kareeb aane ki koshish kar rahi hai." Tanveer complained hoping Zoya would back off.
"Tanveer tum bakwaas kar rahi ho. Pataa nahi tumhe kya ho gaya hai." Dilshad replied curtly.
Zoya and Najma stared at each other in doubt as they realized that this too may be a proof against her.
"We need to go through that courier!" They both said and started to plot.
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Day 4:
Both Zoya and Najma were shocked on seeing her pregnancy reports since yesterday and knew that they had to implement it some way or the other.
Both tanveer and dilshad had gone out to get the bridal mehndi done.
However the parlour was closed and then tanveer felt faint and sick so they headed back home without the mehndi
In the evening :
"Chalo kal nikaah hai finally. I need to lie down as tomorrow we have to get up early. Shabba khair" and saying so went to her room.
Zoya and Najma both followed.
"Phoophi, you love me like your daughter right?" Zoya asked
"Of course Zoya, what a stupid question are you asking?" Dilshad responded.
"Then please know that I too love you and always respect you like my ammi. I never have intended to hurt you and never would either. I only want the best for you all." Zoya said in a bid to ask forgiveness.
"Zoya, I trust you with this family and don't doubt you for a moment. But what happened? Why all these talks are popping up today?" Dilshad asked tensed.
"Nothing phoophi. I was missing aapi, jeeju and ammi a lot. That's why thought to talk to you as from the past days even you have been busy." Zoya said.
"I'm sorry Zoya, but with Asad's nikaah's preparation I'm just going haywire. I don't know why but I still feel that something is not right. Even tanveer couldn't get her mehndi done. Asad too wanted to speak but I'm sure he'll try and talk me out of this marriage hence I have been ignoring him as well. I just hope all goes well!" Dilshad explained tiredly.
Both Zoya and Najma looked at each other guilty and looked at Dilshad.
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"Asad, you haven't slept? I'll get you some milk? Yeah, I think I shall do that. And even Zoya. Poor girl, she is still down with fever it seems. She seemed so heartbroken and guilty." Dilshad told.
"What? Is she alright now? Wait I'll go and check myself... I mean I think I'll just go see if she needs anything in case..." He trailed off as he realized his mother was staring at him.
"Ammi woh.. I needed to speak to you about something very important. Woh... actually... yeh nikaah..."
"Asad, tumhe yeh nikaah karna hi hoga. Tumhe tanveer pasand hai na? Then what is the problem? You will go against your mother? Now stop arguing. You drink this and give the blue cup to Zoya. It has haldi so that she gets well soon." She ordered before going to her room.
In Zoya's room:
"Allah miya, please forgive me if possible. I only want the best for this family. I wonder if Mr. Khan has even attempted to talk to phoophi. He and his woh actually!" She spoke to herself as she sat resting.
Asad knocked on the door and stepped in slowly closing the door behind him.
"Mr. Khan? Do you suffer from multiple personality disorder? Ouch!" Zoya groaned as she sat up. Her body weakness seemed to have just multiplied.
"Can't you be careful Ms. Farooqui? And what is this? If I'm not in town for a day or a two you can't take care of yourself? Here have this milk. Ammi sent it." He said sitting on the bed as he waited for her to finish it.
"Uughhh... Mr. Khan! Complain is all that you can do? No greetings? Well what should I expect from an emotionally challenged guy? Wait! You do remember that you had confessed that you love me? You do remember that you had to speak to phoophi right? Allah miya, now what do we do? Mr. Khan why don't you say something?" Zoya asked as she burst into tears.
"Hey hey listen! Stop crying! I'll speak to ammi tomorrow! I have tried a lot of times but she refused to listen to me. Anyways this is just between us 5 so I'll convince ammi! Don't worry. Now stop crying!" Asad tried to pacify her.
"Mr. Khan, don't you love me? Didn't you miss me? Can you not even once for my sake say, I missed you a lot Zoya?"
"I love you a lot Ms. Farooqui. But I didn't miss you. I was very busy at sight to even have the time to miss you." He told.
"Allah miya, why did I have to fall for him only? Why can't I get any other Khan? He is so rude yet so cute!" Zoya exclaimed.
"Who are the other khans? And Ms. Farooqui, I don't lie so why should I say something in which I don't believe." He told with a hint of jealousy.
"I really missed you a lot Mr. Khan. Drink your milk too." She said as she played with their entwined fingers.
Slowly Asad laid down on Zoya's lap as he too felt drowsy and Zoya too slept after a while with her hands playing with his soft hair.
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Next morning everyone was awakened by Najma's scream as both Dilshaad and Tanveer rushed to her.
The scene before them shocked to no ends as Asad slowly woke up with his glorious 6 packs on display and Zoya too awoke.
Zoya realising her bare shoulders yelped and covered herself as she took into view Asad's bare body and the 3 viewers.
Asad still slightly dizzy could see his Ammi's shock and tried to see Zoya's face.
All the three ladies immediately walked out as Tanveer started crying hysterically.
Soon Asad and Zoya too walked out and as much as they wanted to say something they both didn't.
"Asad and Zoya, what do you both have to say?" She asked in a deadly calm voice.
"Jammy aap aisa kaise kar sakte hai? Aap humse keh de te. Hum aapki biwi banne waale hai. Zoya ke liye yeh sab kuch naya nahi hai par jammy aap?" Tanveer was raging mad as she saw Zoya smirk at her.
"Tanveer, aren't you forgetting something? Your pregnancy?" Zoya asked.
Asad was confused. What the hell is happening? And why is Ms. Farooqui blaming Tanveer? He wondered.
"Yeh kya bakwaas kar rahi ho tum, Zoya? Tum hosh main toh ho na? Khala main keh rahi thi na? Zoya kabse jammy ke kareeb aane ki koshish kar rahi thi. Yeh ladki theek hai hi nahi." She spat out angrily.
"Toh phir kya yeh reports galat hai?" Zoya asked as Najma brought the Xerox copies they had made of her reports.
"Yeh nakli bhi ho sakte hai. Bina matlab ke humare uppar jhootha ilzaam laga rahi hai. Jammy aap kuch kehte kyun nahi?" She asked as she tried to trick him onto her side.
"Tanveer tum yeh sab chod do. Pehle mujhe maulvi sahab ko phone karne do. Aur tum aur najma baaki saare intezaam ka dekh lo. Aur tum dono mere kamre main aana." Dilshad ordered.
"Par khala yeh nikaah? Mera matlab hai... ki... ab kaun karega mujhse nikaah? Mera hote hote toot gaya." She faked a drama, so as to trap them.
"Tanveer hum iske baare main baad main baat karenge. Aur vaise bhi iss ghar ke alawa kisi aur ko pataa nahi tha" Dilshad told sternly as she gave Najma a pointed look before she walked off.
Damn, how could I have not taken care of this? I can't even trust jammy now as he loves Zoya too. Thought tanveer frustrated.
Both Asad and Zoya walked upto Dilshad's room. Both were nervous but for different reasons. Zoya was nervous for Asad's reaction, while Asad was nervous for his ammi's reaction.
As they entered the room, Dilshad closed the door behind them and sat on the bed.
"Ya Allah!" Dilshad exclaimed slumping on the bed.
"Thank you phoophi." Zoya said as she too sank on the bed.
Asad looked bewildered as both the women sat as if nothing had happened. What was he missing here? He wondered.
"Mr. Khan, we have to tell you something. Right phoophi?" Zoya confirmed as Dilshad nodded.
"Asad this was all just a drama. You have to believe Zoya and me that nothing happened between the two of you. We just wanted Tanveer to confess the truth." Dilshad told him as he stared at them in shock.
What was wrong with these women? How can they so casually tell him that they drugged him? He wondered. But most importantly why did they drug him?
"Mr. Khan phoophi is saying the truth. We actually tried to see if tanveer would confess about her pregnancy. However she is lying even when we have the proof. I don't understand why is she denying it though!" Zoya told him as she showed the reports.
"Ms. Farooqui, yeh kaunsa aap ka naya chaal hai? Aur agar woh deny kar rahi hai toh sach bhi toh ho sakta hai! And ammi, even you are supporting her in this. For all this you drugged me. My reputation, does that mean nothing to you? Ms. Farooqui you don't realize what you're putting on stake just to prove tannu wrong. Here I was ashamed of myself thinking how will I ever face you ammi but instead you are telling me that you too were involved in this crap? I'm just being polite as you're ammi's guest else I would have myself thrown you out." Asad spat angrily.
Zoya couldn't believe that even after showing him the proof he refused to believe them.
She could feel her tears burning her eyes as she tried her best to not cry before him.
"Asad, why don't we cross check with the doctor if this is true or not?" Dilshad tried to placate her son.
"Fine. I'm sure the reports in your hand would have the doctor's number." Asad said as he rang the number keeping it on speaker.
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Zoya sat curled on the bed as she looked on blankly. Mr. Khan had spoken to the doctor and the doctor too had refused saying there wasn't any patient.
Mr. Khan had not even bothered spared a glance before going in the hall and announcing that he would get married to tanveer the next friday.
He had stopped speaking to her and ignored her as if she didn't exist.
Both Najma and dilshad had tried speaking to him however he refused to hear anyone too hurt.
Only tanveer was the one who was happy with the sudden turn of events and patted mentally for the quick thinking of calling the doctor.
She had faked a sob story to the doctor that her husband would torture her to no ends if he knew she was pregnant. Hence she forbid the doctor from revealing anything.
Now only thing left was to get rid of that Zoya she thought.
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"Zoya!" Asad screamed as he saw her slip before she rolled down the stairs before falling unconscious.
Her head was bleeding with blows she received from the edges of the stairs.
"Ammi! Najma!" He screamed as he carried her to his room.
Quickly Dilshad followed by Najma rushed in his room. They dialled the doctor's number and quickly asked Asad to get her to the hospital as advised by the doctor.
Asad quickly got her into the car with Najma and dilshad in the back seat with her as they tried to stop the bleeding.
He drove to the hospital like a mad man not bothering about anything else.
By the time they reached the hospital the doctor was ready with the stretcher as he rushed her in.
Asad refused to leave her side but only when Dilshad pulled him did he break down.
The past few days had been hell for him as he was wallowing in her betrayal. He was too hurt to look beyond anything and in a rage he decided that he would marry tanveer.
But his heart didn't accept as it was already in someone else's possession.
He could see how it affected her but he was extremely mad with rage and refused to bend. He was definitely angry but could never get himself to hate her.
Suddenly he could hear some quick words and remembered where he was.
"Blood transfusion... low in the bank as well... severe blow... deep cuts... stitches... Dr. Mehta... rush... low oxygen... "
He quickly tried to grab hold of someone to ask about his Zoya but no one answered as they ran hither thither.
He felt himself breakdown as he saw her through the window pane.
The entire bed was red. Red with her blood. He felt like screaming at them. She had lost so much of blood and what were they doing!
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Two days had lapsed since the accident but Asad had not moved. He refused to move till she gained consciousness. The doctors had said there could be a possibility of her going in coma but he had simply refused to believe it.
He had tried to get her to wake her as he sat beside her. Dilshad and Najma too had given up on asking him to go home and rest.
The doctors had told that if after 2 more days she didn't regain consciousness they probably would have to declare her to be in coma.
He prayed day and night when finally the next day she gained consciousness.
His tears refused to stop as the doctors worked around her. He fell outside his mother's feet saying only one thing,
"I love her ammi. I love her. I can't live without her."
Dilshad and Najma too couldn't stop their tears as their hearts broke seeing the two. They only thanked Allah for having returned them their Angel.
Once the doctors declared her to be fine, Asad quickly rushed to her to take her into his arms.
When he felt Zoya not responding he pulled back and looked into her eyes to see her staring into the distance.
"Zoya! Zoya!" He tried to get her to look at him and react.
"I'm sorry Mr. Khan for the trouble I caused you. The doctor told me that you hadn't moved from here. It must have caused you a great loss in your company. Please carry on. I'm fine now" she told unemotionally.
"Zoya! What is wrong with you? What nonsense are you uttering? Your health matters the most and not my work!" He tried explaining.
Dilshad and Najma too burst in thanking God. Zoya burst into tears as Dilshad took her into a hug.
Asad stepped back as he realized why she reacted in such a manner. He quickly left the room to go back home.
Zoya noticed it but said nothing even though her heart broke.
"But Zoya how did you fall?" Najma asked.
"I think there was oil spilt on the stairs and as I stepped on it I tried to grab something but before I could I fell." Zoya told.
"Yeah I noticed it and wiped it but who would spill oil on the stairs?" Najma wondered.
The two of them looked at each other in horror as they remembered Tanveer asking for oil for her head bath.
As they told Zoya, her tears were streaming down her face as a shiver ran down her spine. Both Najma and dilshad tried to soothe her as she had a panic attack.
Asad immediately screamed for the doctor as he noticed her having a panic attack.
After she was sedated, the doctor asked only one member to be present. Dilshad volunteered and Asad offered Najma to take her back.
On their way back Asad asked Najma to rehash everything from the beginning. She told him everything from the point she had overheard Tanveer talking on the phone to date.
Asad was seething in rage by the end of it. He asked Najma to keep it between the 2 of them only and he would investigate further.
He immediately asked Prasad to get a private investigator to track tanveer's movement and get her phone to be tapped.
Though he hated to do this but he needed to do it for the sake of his satisfaction as he started noticing the changes in tanveer's behaviour.
When they reached home they were surprised to see it empty but realized it was a golden opportunity to go through Tanveer's room.
He asked Najma to check as he stood outside on guard as he couldn't get himself to do so.
Najma found the doll and removed the chip in it. She also caught hold of certain bank documents and large stack of cash.
She also managed to click the pictures of some of her factory papers. But before she could grab hold of anything else, Asad quickly asked her to come back.
They went to his room and she showed him all that she had gathered.
He asked the investigator to fasten his research and to also check on her factory and her life in Kanpur.
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Asad too was caught up with constantly gathering all the evidences, however that didn't stop him from visiting her in the nights as she slept. He used to stay with her the night and left early mornings without letting her know.
Dilshad's heart ached for her children but she was helpless and all she could do was pray.
Najma used to keep a constant track on Tanveer back home.
"Jammy, kal humaara nikaah? Woh mera matlab hai ki aapne kaha tha..." She trailed off nervously.
"Tanveer, tum hosh main toh ho? Ghar ka mahol dekho aur Zoya ka halat dekho. Tum kya usey ek bhi baar milne gayi ho? Tum itne selfish kab hui?" He seethed in anger as his blood boiled just by her sight. But he knew a single mistake on his part could ruin everything.
She mumbled an apology before moving out of the room.
Asad calmed himself before telling her that once Zoya was ok he would talk to maulvi sahab.
She thanked him before smiling gleefully.
The day came when finally Zoya was going to be discharged. Najma and Asad had both taken great care to decorate the house on her return. Asad had forbidden Najma to tell Zoya that Asad too had contributed.
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"Thank you so much tamatar for this wonderful surprise! I simply loved it!" Zoya said as she thanked her. She from the corner of her eyes stared at the chocolatey eyes but didn't say anything.
Najma had not been able to hide about the deal with her bhaijaan and revealed it to both Dilshad and Zoya.
Both of them had tears as finally there felt some hope. Zoya too felt light hearted knowing that Asad too would come around. But they didn't acknowledge it or show before Asad that they knew about it.
Everyone was genuinely happy as their light had finally returned however tanveer couldn't bear it any longer and spoke.
"Khala ab joh yeh theek ho gayi hai, hume lagta hai ki hume humare aur jammy ke nikaah ki tayaari karni chahiye. Kyun jammy?" She smirked as they all winced.
"Tanveer, abhi tumhe ek important baat batani hai. Uske baad shayad tumhe tumhara faisla badalna pade." Dilshad told.
"Kya hua khala? Sab khairiyat?" She asked trying to sound as concerned as possible. But she smirked inwardly thinking that nothing could change her decision.
"Zoya pregnant hai. It's by God's grace and miracle that the baby survived the fall." Dilshaad dropped the bomb.
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