Zoya's eye-brows furrowed in irritation as the first rays of sun fell on her innocent sleeping face, announcing the arrival of a new day and offering a plethora of new hopes. She was awake till 3, preparing a presentation and these intruder sunrays brought her little sleep to an abrupt halt. Stifling a yawn and stretching a little, she sat up on her bed, resting her head on the headrest. Her eyes darted towards the alarm clock on her bedside showing 5:30 am and a sad smile touched her lips. If someone two years ago would have told her about her waking this early, she would have got a heart attack but may be with time everything changes. Sighing, she stopped the alarm even before it could start and instead picked up the photo-frame that was gracing the table. Her eyes filled with unshed tears as looked at the insanely handsome man smiling at her in the framed picture with immense love.
"Good morning Mr. Khan." She whispered at the man in the picture while dropping a soft kiss on it. The excruciating pain that killed her heart every time it beat and the same pain which she effectively hid from everyone, finally found its release in form of two pearly tear drops as she closed her eyes, tightly hugging the picture close to her chest. Her closed eye-lids played the memory of the time when she wasn't robbed of her soul, in front of her. She again lived one of her last memories with her Mr. Khan, before everything ended, along with her life.
It was after the time Asad and Zoya returned to Khan Villa from Siddiqui Mansion and heard the recorded massage of Rashid. They both were confused about the mystery that was lurking around them and Asad decided to go to Delhi to consult the legal matters regarding this with their lawyer Mr. Verma.
"Mr. Khan is it necessary to go?" A not so happy Zoya asked Asad with a pout as she helped him in packing his stuff.
" If I wasn't needed to go, I would have been the happiest Zoya but unfortunately I have to go. We don't have any other way. The mysteries we want to unfold, has roots of 17 years and one wrong move from our side, can take us even more away from the truth. Whatever happened 17 years ago, it destroyed all our lives. Now the truth has again come back knocking at our door and this time the real culprits have to pay for their sins. We have stayed in dark till now but not anymore. It is time for the truth to come out." Asad said with a tensed face, hoping that Zoya would understand him like always and she did the same. Zoya knew that he was right. She nodded with an understanding smile, taking his hands in her and gently squeezing it to convey the same, making Asad smile in return.
" Though he has given me his share of property but we don't have any legal documents. If we want to know their truths, we have to enter their den and that too with full power. And for that reason I have to go to Delhi. We need legal advice."
" I know. I understand Mr. Khan. Don't worry. Everything will be alright." Zoya tried to ease his tension but still she could sense his hesitation about something. Something he wanted to say but wasn't quite sure about it.
" Woh Ms. Farooqui, actually I was thinking if you... actually... I mean... woh... if you" the stuttering Asad was a clear indication to Zoya of his hesitancy. So she decided to relieve the poor guy from his misery.
" Until you come, I will go and stay at Siddiqui Mansion and take care of Phoophi. I will also try to find the original will papers. Ok?" Zoya voiced his thoughts and the next moment burst out laughing seeing his shocked expression.
" Well Mr. Khan I can read the meanings behind your woh and actually very well. After all I am hearing them from such a long time as you never seem to get past it." Zoya said with a naughty smile making Asad chuckle. If it was possible, he fell more for the girl in front of him. He was in awe of her that how she always managed to understand him without him saying anything and lift up his spirits with just a genuine smile of hers. He could only thank Almighty for sending his best angel in his life, for him.
"I can't leave ammi alone there with those people, not after knowing that they won't think twice before hurting her to keep their secret. The recording clearly indicated that there is someone in that house who is behind that accident which was solely conducted to keep the secret intact. I trust you with my life Zoya and I know only you can protect ammi but in all this, I don't want to deliberately push in the danger. After knowing everything I can't throw you in that mess.i won't be here and Ayaan is also out of town. I want to protect ammi but I don't want you to get hurt too." Asad finally voiced his inner turmoil, making Zoya smile lovingly at the amazing man in front of her. How could someone care and love her so much always left her speechless.
" I won't get hurt. I will be careful, ok? Mr. I know that we are not legally married but in our hearts we are one, we are life-partners and as a life-partner it is my duty and right to share your every problem, helping and staying by you in every step of our life. This time it is about our family Mr. Khan and for them we will fight...together. We are a unity Mr. Khan, we are not different. If you were in my place, you would have done it without a second thought, then how can you think that I can agree to do something else? And by the way, don't you remember how good a team we make? How we solved the case of Phoophi's shooter together? We make the best team and you can't leave your partner in this mission, got it?" Though Zoya started on a serious note, she ended it with her mock threat to make the atmosphere lighter and it seemed to work as she saw a small smile making its way on his lips as he shook his head a little at her antics. She grinned happily and enveloped him in a loving yet tight embrace, resting her face in the crook of his neck. Asad also returned the hug with equal love as he buried his face in her long, silky traces, taking in her tantalizing scent.
" What did I do so good to deserve you?" Asad murmured in her hair.
" Well you knocked me down with your SUV in our very first meeting. I guess this is good enough." Zoya replied in a mock serious tone, making Asad chuckle.
" Promise me Zoya that you will take care of ammi as well as yourself. I want both of you safe, unharmed and without a scratch. Ok?" Asad didn't know why but he was feeling a strange fear gripping his heart.
" I promise you Mr. Khan I will keep both of us safe until you come back. You please don't worry so much. Have you forgotten about my karate skills?" Zoya could sense the fear in his voice and so decided to joke to divert his mind.
" How can I forget that. After all not everyone faints by the force of their own salute." Zoya's heart swelled with immense happiness at her success in bringing him back to his usual self. A shiver ran down her spine as his lips lightly grazed her neck while he spoke, his warm breath teasing her skin, giving birth to goose-bumps all over her body.
" Actually Ms. Farooqui, knowing how big of a trouble magnet you are, I really can't help but worry for you all the time. After all you and trouble always find a way to each other." Asad's voice brought Zoya back from her trance and she slapped his back playfully.
" Even if I fall in problem, I know my Jahapanah Bond will always save me from every trouble coming in my life." Zoya replied haughtily making Asad smile in her hair.
" Mr. Khan now you promise me that you will come back soon and safely. You know right that I can't live without you even for a day. I kill me to stay apart from you." Now it was Zoya's turn to voice the nagging feeling in her gut which was telling her that something bad was going to a happen and which she was badly trying to shove away, only to fail miserably every time. Zoya's baby voice broke Asad's heart and he knew that he needed to assure her.
" Zoya.. I will comeback very very soon. After everything we have gone through till now, I have understood one thing clearly and that is whatever happens or wherever we go or however long we stay apart, at the end of the day, we will have to come back to each other because this is our home, this is where we belong. Just wait a little for me, ok?" Asad spoke gently, hoping that this would calm down her fears. Zoya just nodded in response and tightened her hold around him, causing him to tighten his hold around her too.
"I will miss you." Zoya mumbled in a small voice.
" I will miss you more. I will be back even before you know it." Asad spoke as he cradled the back of her head.
"I love you my Akdu Ahmad Khan." Zoya finally said with a smile, burying her face deeper into his neck.
" I love you too my Telpur ki Shehzadi." Asad replied with love laced in every letter he spoke. He dropped a soft kiss at the crook of her neck, causing Zoya to sigh softly in pleasure. They stood there in that same position, in each other's arms for what felt like eternity to both of them, before pulling apart to continue with the packing, amidst their silly but full of love banters.
Zoya was rudely brought back from her memories to the cruel land of reality by a sudden sharp shrill of the horn, coming from the road outside the house. A shuddering breath escaped her lips as she broke down for the umpteenth time in the past two years. She was dying thousand deaths every moment without her soul, her Mr. Khan. Life without him was a cruel torture which begged its end every day but a single promise combined with a undying hope for getting back her love stopped her every time.
" I have fulfilled my promise Mr. Khan but when will you complete yours? I can't do this anymore. I am tired of fighting alone Mr. Khan. Please come back. I need you." Two tear drops rolled down her cheeks as her cried once again.
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Unknown to her, at some other part of this world, the man in the picture was sleeping on his bed but his furrowed eye-brows and sweaty fore-head was the indication of the fact that his sleep was anything but peaceful. All he could see was a pair of soulful brown eyes, a breathtaking dimple and the blurred image of a girl. All he could hear was the twinkling laugh of that girl. With each passing moment the dreams became more and more intense and the man more restless. And finally when his sub-conscious mind could take no more, he woke up with a jerk, panting heavily. He took the glass kept on his bed-side table and gulped down the water in one go. Closing his eyes, he exhaled deeply. He rubbed his palms on his face and finally rested then in his hair, tugging at them a little. These dreams were nothing new for him. He was getting them since two years and the strange thing was that they didn't scare him. In fact they always pulled him towards them, drowning him in those eyes and laugh. Those unfamiliar blurred images seemed strangely familiar to him, as if the biggest and the most integral part of his soul was trying to find its way back to him.
" Allah Miyan what's wrong with me?" The words left his mouth even before he could think and as soon as he heard them, he seemed to freeze for a second. Frowning, he shook his head to clear his jumbled thoughts or rather try to remember something when his thoughts came to ann abrupt halt by the sudden voice of his father who was calling him from downstairs.
" Armaan, can you come down for a while? I need to talk to you." His dad yelled from downstairs.
" Coming dad." Saying so he made his way to the door, abandoning the thoughts to be attended later.
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Zoya's train of thoughts were broken as she heard the beep sound of her phone, indicating the arrival of new message. She frowned as she saw Prasad's name flashing on screen. Maybe he didn't want to disturb her sleep by calling so early in the morning and hence messaged. Shrugging, she opened it to read the content.
Change in schedule mam. Mr. Amir Malik is not coming next month for the project. Due to some reasons his son Mr. Armaan Malik will be coming and heading the project from their side, on his behalf and he is coming the next week.'
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Hello guys. I am Debarpita but you guys can call me whatever you want as my name is too big and complicated to use all the time.😆 You guys don't know me because I am the newest edition in the forum and this is my first ever post, though I am coming here and reading stories since 3years😛
I have been a huge fan of Qubool Hai but stopped watching it completely after kabhi ended. I am one of the biggest fans of Asya(Kabhi of course because for me they are the only and only asya. I can never get enough of them and simply can't see or imagine anyone else as asya. For me be it individually or as a couple, nobody can portray asya better than them. They are my muse. Well you guys can very well guess that I am crazy about them and can write a book on them, so I should shut up before you all kill me for my endless blabber😆)
For me qubool hai meant asya and asya meant kabhi. So when kabhi ended, the story stopped for me and I imagined the ending in my way. And this was what my crappy mind came up with. After so long I found the courage to share it. This one starts from the time Asad left for Delhi but with a two years leap as you can see. I know Asad is missing here and Armaan Malik has made an entry. Though it is said that what's in a name but here the name says it all. I guess I have given enough hint about the plot😉
Guys this is my first ever writing, so I will be very happy if you all leave your likes and comments behind. It will really encourage me to write more and know that if I should continue it or not. Please let me know if you want to read more. I am nervous as hell😭
If I get good response, I will update next on 28th as I have exams till then. The updates will be quicker after that( here I don't know about the response and already gave the date for next update🤣)
Thank you for reading this🤗
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