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Chapter 19 :
"Bhaijaan ! Abbu had a heart attack !"
As Asad and Zoya boarded the first flight back to India, these words echoed in Asad's numbed mind.
After Nikhat had announced this, her brother had gone quiet, not uttering a single word. Sensing Asad's shock while his sister was going crazy over the phone, Zoya had gently taken the phone from him and listened to this shocking news.
Zoya had then taken over, she made Asad sit while booking a last minute flight back to India. From booking the flight, packing and to calling a cab to drop them off to the airport, she had handled everything even going as far as calling a stunned Mr. Bradford and informing him of their departure.
Throughout all this, she realized that Asad was lost. Because even though she knew that Asad and his father were not in speaking terms and how much he blamed his parents for sending him away , she also knew that Asad's heart was childlike. No matter how much he was upset with his parents, he would never wish them ill.
As they took their seats in the economic class, sensing Asad's turmoil, all she could do was hold his hand tightly, giving him a physical support.
His response to Zoya's squeeze was hurting her but she did not mind, if he needed her, she would be there, that's it.
*****
After a long flight, the first thing they did was call Nikhat to know more about Rashid's health. Apparently his condition had worsened, hence they asked the driver to head straight to the hospital.
Asad who at first had gone into shock, looked now panicked. In the cab, the sole thing Zoya could do was hold him tighter.
Once they got to their destination, they rushed into the hospital. Nikhat who had been filling some paperworks at the reception, as soon as she saw Asad, she ran to him and threw her arms around him while sobbing into his chest.
Asad held on to her tightly, while he was away, his baby sister had tried to be the strong and responsible one but now that he was here, she could rely on him.
Zoya's eyes teared up seeing them together.
After calming Nikhat down a little, she hugged Zoya too.
As Nikhat pulled away, knowing that Asad was dying to ask but would not, Zoya did in his place, "How is your Abbu ?"
Nikhat wiped her tears but fresh ones came to replace those, "Abbu already had hypertensive heart... He was at the office and suddenly there he comes on a stretcher in the ER. Since i was related to him, my seniors didn't let him be my patient and ever since he came i've taken days off..."
As Nikhat started crying again, Asad hugged her to him yet again and Zoya could see the mistiness in his eyes.
"Oye listen, you know how stubborn he is, nothing is gonna happen to him..." Asad stroked the back of her head.
However, while they hugged, Dilshad who had been sitting with Rashid had come out and was wiping her tears when she saw Asad comforting Nikhat. No matter how much Asad was upset with them, he had come. Just feeling the fact that Asad was back, she was relieved to have his support. "Asad." She whispered.
When Asad, Zoya and Nikhat heard Dilshad, they both pulled away and as Zoya expected, Asad stiffened.
Others might not have npticed the difference in his stance, but Zoya could see how his usually relaxed shoulders were straight and rigid and how his jaw was clamped tightly.
Dilshad came up to Asad and hugged him, sobbing into his chest, making him stiffen even more.
Asad hesitated in putting his arms around her, he wasn't used to this kind of affection except from Zoya. He looked towards her, wanting some help.
When he looked at her, she was soothing him just by looking at him, she made a small nod, gesturing for him to put his arms around his mother. He hesitated but then relented and gently put his arms around her, that's when he heard her sob even harder.
At that moment, Asad forgot all about his grudges, his comfort zone, everything. All that mattered was that he had his mother in his arms sobbing and crying in worry for her husband, his father.
When he saw that Nikhat had started crying again he opened his arms for her to join as well. Like that, for a second, they were a family again.
Although Zoya was happy to see Asad with his mother, she also knew that it wouldn't last. Asad had too much bitterness for Rashid and Dilshad to just forgive and forget so easily. This was what they could call Asad's moment of weakness.
******
After calming down, Nikhat told them that she had just spoken to the doctors and they said that Rashid had Coronary Heart Disease (CHD).
Asad frowned, "What's that ?"
Nikhat then explained that it was a disease where CHD is a condition in which a waxy substance called plaque builds up inside of the coronary arteries. These arteries supply oxygen-rich blood to your heart. When plaque builds up in the arteries, the condition is called atherosclerosis. The buildup of plaque occurs over many years. Eventually, an area of plaque can rupture (break open) inside of an artery. This causes a blood clot to form on the plaque's surface. If the clot becomes large enough, it can mostly or completely block blood flow through a coronary artery. If the blockage isn't treated quickly, the portion of heart muscle fed by the artery begins to die. Healthy heart tissue is replaced with scar tissue. This heart damage may not be obvious, or it may cause severe or long-lasting problems.
Dilshad started crying all over again, "I told him so many times to get some regular check-ups done, that he is not young and fit anymore, but no, he always avoided doctors and hospitals despite his daughter being a doctor..."
Nikhat rested her hand over Dilshad's shoulder, while Asad's grip tightened on Zoya's hand which did not go unnoticed by his sister.
"But what are the doctors gonna do ? I mean, how is he going to be treated ?" asked a solemn looking Zoya.
"The cardiologist thinks it to be best to operate him. I asked him about the date and they want to operate him asap, which means in two days." Replied Nikhat worriedly.
As Asad rubbed his tired eyes, Dilshad interrupted, "You and Zoya must be tired, you should go home and get some rest, it's not like we can do anything right now."
Asad and Zoya looked at each other, then Zoya asked Dilshad, "Are you sure, Aunty ?"
Dilshad cupped Zoya's face, "There's no Aunty' here, i'm just as much your Ammi as i am Nikhat and Asad's."
Zoya smiled softly and since it was still the afternoon, only the husband and wife went back home.
******
As Asad and Zoya reached the Khan Villa, too tired to unpack, they only changed and got ready for bed.
While Asad was in the bathroom, Zoya looked around and saw how prepared the room was. As if they knew that their son and brother, was going coming back home at anytime.
Zoya sighed and sat back against the headboard, closing her eyes. A few minutes later, she felt a weight on her lap, she opened her eyes to see Asad lying his head on her and facing the roof.
Zoya smiled softly and ran her fingers through his hair, his eyes closing with peace.
"How are you feeling ?" She asked him softly.
He kept his eyes closed and sighed heavily, "I don't know... I don't know how i feel, i don't know how i am supposed feel... i just feel like there is a rock sitting on my heart..." Asad opened his eyes, "Abbu is gonna be okay, right ?"
"In Shaa Allah he will be, you said it yourself that he can't just give up..." Zoya grabbed Asad's nose and leaned over him, "Now I get where your stubborness comes from..."
Asad grabbed Zoya's hand and pulled it down to rest it on his chest and asked, "How do you say it ?"
Zoya smiled, lately, Asad had started asking questions about Islam and he was learning new things day by day. Zoya could tell that he was interested, intrigued, even in awe by what he learned.
"In... Shaa... Allah... 'If Allah wills'." Zoya smiled.
"In Shaa Allah, he will get better." Asad repeated almost to himself and Zoya leaned down to kiss his forehead.
"Okay, now lights off !"
As they lay down, each on their side of the bed, facing each other, Asad did not like it, "Come here."
Then they both settled in each other's arms with Zoya's arm thrown over his abs and her head resting on the crook of his arm.
After a moment, Asad admitted, "It scared me... I'm a little relieved knowing that he is in good hands."
"I know and it is okay to feel this way..." Zoya looked up at him, "You can fall asleep, it's okay, i told Nikhat to call if anything comes up... you need to rest."
Asad bumped his nose with hers, "So do you."
After a moment, Zoya spoke again, "Asad ?"
"Hmm ?"
She hesitated but then decided to say what she wanted to say, "I think you should sort out your problems with your parents..." Asad lay silently. "I know it upsets you and that's why i want you to be at peace and happy while thinking of your parents-"
Asad interrupted her, "Zoya... It's not that i don't want things to be sorted out but it won't change what they did-"
This time Zoya sat up and interrupted him, "Yes it won't change what they did but that doesn't mean you can't forgive them and move on, make a new start..."
Asad sat up as well, frowning, "You don't get it, do you ? You grew up amongst a family with love and care, you had your parents and siblings close to you all the time ! You had always someone nearby ! Your opinion was asked for any decision concerning your life, mine did not matter ! I had nobody ! They separated me from them, if i wanted to look at them, i couldn't ! If i wanted to hug them, i couldn't ! Why ?! Because they were seas apart ! And if they visited, it was for what, 2 weeks because Abbu had to get back to the office ?! What did i do ? Didn't i have the right to have my parents with me while growing up ?! Why was i being punished and what for ?! Why was i being abandonned ?" Asad ranted angrily, "I thought you understood, but apparently not..."
Saying that, Asad lay back down, facing away from her, trying to calm his racing heartbeat and the tears pooling in his eyes.
Zoya hadn't meant to hurt him, she had only wanted him to be at peace with himself, with his parents. "Oh no, you don't get to do that !" She turned him to face him, "Yes i grew up with a close family but even if you are upset, you don't get to hold that against me ! And the way you reacted, is exactly the reason why i want you settling things with them, you can't hold onto this forever !" When Asad looked away, Zoya cupped his face and made him look at her in the eyes, "I'm on your side, i want you to be at peace, i want you to be happy when thinking of Ammi and Abbu and not upset... See, Khuda na khasta if Abbu was in a much worser situation and wouldn't have survived it, would you be able to live happily with the fact that you wasted time with him whereas you could have been together and fond memories of him ?" Zoya saw that her words were affecting him, "They love you, Asad, couldn't you see the longing and the love in your mother's eyes ? She misses you..."
Asad sighed and nodded, "I'm sorry for lashing out on you, you didn't deserve that... I'll make efforts but i don't think this is the right time to say anything, with Abbu in the hospital and all..." Zoya simply nodded and slightly smiled, and Asad pecked her nose, "Thank you, my Conscience..."
Zoya laughed at that and they both laid in each other's arms as they were half an hour ago. They both fell asleep without addressing the elephant in the room, Asad's future descision. Bradford Industries or Dilshad Constructions, in either case, his choice would change their lives drastically.
*****
A/N : ok guys, i'm not a doc, i googled CHD and that's it so please forgive and ignore any mistakes !! 😆 i hope u enjoyed this update, next chapter will be coming sooner though 😉
I'm sorry for disappearing guys but life got in the way yet again, anyways i won't bore and just let u enjoy the update 😉
Chapter 19 :
"Bhaijaan ! Abbu had a heart attack !"
As Asad and Zoya boarded the first flight back to India, these words echoed in Asad's numbed mind.
After Nikhat had announced this, her brother had gone quiet, not uttering a single word. Sensing Asad's shock while his sister was going crazy over the phone, Zoya had gently taken the phone from him and listened to this shocking news.
Zoya had then taken over, she made Asad sit while booking a last minute flight back to India. From booking the flight, packing and to calling a cab to drop them off to the airport, she had handled everything even going as far as calling a stunned Mr. Bradford and informing him of their departure.
Throughout all this, she realized that Asad was lost. Because even though she knew that Asad and his father were not in speaking terms and how much he blamed his parents for sending him away , she also knew that Asad's heart was childlike. No matter how much he was upset with his parents, he would never wish them ill.
As they took their seats in the economic class, sensing Asad's turmoil, all she could do was hold his hand tightly, giving him a physical support.
His response to Zoya's squeeze was hurting her but she did not mind, if he needed her, she would be there, that's it.
*****
After a long flight, the first thing they did was call Nikhat to know more about Rashid's health. Apparently his condition had worsened, hence they asked the driver to head straight to the hospital.
Asad who at first had gone into shock, looked now panicked. In the cab, the sole thing Zoya could do was hold him tighter.
Once they got to their destination, they rushed into the hospital. Nikhat who had been filling some paperworks at the reception, as soon as she saw Asad, she ran to him and threw her arms around him while sobbing into his chest.
Asad held on to her tightly, while he was away, his baby sister had tried to be the strong and responsible one but now that he was here, she could rely on him.
Zoya's eyes teared up seeing them together.
After calming Nikhat down a little, she hugged Zoya too.
As Nikhat pulled away, knowing that Asad was dying to ask but would not, Zoya did in his place, "How is your Abbu ?"
Nikhat wiped her tears but fresh ones came to replace those, "Abbu already had hypertensive heart... He was at the office and suddenly there he comes on a stretcher in the ER. Since i was related to him, my seniors didn't let him be my patient and ever since he came i've taken days off..."
As Nikhat started crying again, Asad hugged her to him yet again and Zoya could see the mistiness in his eyes.
"Oye listen, you know how stubborn he is, nothing is gonna happen to him..." Asad stroked the back of her head.
However, while they hugged, Dilshad who had been sitting with Rashid had come out and was wiping her tears when she saw Asad comforting Nikhat. No matter how much Asad was upset with them, he had come. Just feeling the fact that Asad was back, she was relieved to have his support. "Asad." She whispered.
When Asad, Zoya and Nikhat heard Dilshad, they both pulled away and as Zoya expected, Asad stiffened.
Others might not have npticed the difference in his stance, but Zoya could see how his usually relaxed shoulders were straight and rigid and how his jaw was clamped tightly.
Dilshad came up to Asad and hugged him, sobbing into his chest, making him stiffen even more.
Asad hesitated in putting his arms around her, he wasn't used to this kind of affection except from Zoya. He looked towards her, wanting some help.
When he looked at her, she was soothing him just by looking at him, she made a small nod, gesturing for him to put his arms around his mother. He hesitated but then relented and gently put his arms around her, that's when he heard her sob even harder.
At that moment, Asad forgot all about his grudges, his comfort zone, everything. All that mattered was that he had his mother in his arms sobbing and crying in worry for her husband, his father.
When he saw that Nikhat had started crying again he opened his arms for her to join as well. Like that, for a second, they were a family again.
Although Zoya was happy to see Asad with his mother, she also knew that it wouldn't last. Asad had too much bitterness for Rashid and Dilshad to just forgive and forget so easily. This was what they could call Asad's moment of weakness.
******
After calming down, Nikhat told them that she had just spoken to the doctors and they said that Rashid had Coronary Heart Disease (CHD).
Asad frowned, "What's that ?"
Nikhat then explained that it was a disease where CHD is a condition in which a waxy substance called plaque builds up inside of the coronary arteries. These arteries supply oxygen-rich blood to your heart. When plaque builds up in the arteries, the condition is called atherosclerosis. The buildup of plaque occurs over many years. Eventually, an area of plaque can rupture (break open) inside of an artery. This causes a blood clot to form on the plaque's surface. If the clot becomes large enough, it can mostly or completely block blood flow through a coronary artery. If the blockage isn't treated quickly, the portion of heart muscle fed by the artery begins to die. Healthy heart tissue is replaced with scar tissue. This heart damage may not be obvious, or it may cause severe or long-lasting problems.
Dilshad started crying all over again, "I told him so many times to get some regular check-ups done, that he is not young and fit anymore, but no, he always avoided doctors and hospitals despite his daughter being a doctor..."
Nikhat rested her hand over Dilshad's shoulder, while Asad's grip tightened on Zoya's hand which did not go unnoticed by his sister.
"But what are the doctors gonna do ? I mean, how is he going to be treated ?" asked a solemn looking Zoya.
"The cardiologist thinks it to be best to operate him. I asked him about the date and they want to operate him asap, which means in two days." Replied Nikhat worriedly.
As Asad rubbed his tired eyes, Dilshad interrupted, "You and Zoya must be tired, you should go home and get some rest, it's not like we can do anything right now."
Asad and Zoya looked at each other, then Zoya asked Dilshad, "Are you sure, Aunty ?"
Dilshad cupped Zoya's face, "There's no Aunty' here, i'm just as much your Ammi as i am Nikhat and Asad's."
Zoya smiled softly and since it was still the afternoon, only the husband and wife went back home.
******
As Asad and Zoya reached the Khan Villa, too tired to unpack, they only changed and got ready for bed.
While Asad was in the bathroom, Zoya looked around and saw how prepared the room was. As if they knew that their son and brother, was going coming back home at anytime.
Zoya sighed and sat back against the headboard, closing her eyes. A few minutes later, she felt a weight on her lap, she opened her eyes to see Asad lying his head on her and facing the roof.
Zoya smiled softly and ran her fingers through his hair, his eyes closing with peace.
"How are you feeling ?" She asked him softly.
He kept his eyes closed and sighed heavily, "I don't know... I don't know how i feel, i don't know how i am supposed feel... i just feel like there is a rock sitting on my heart..." Asad opened his eyes, "Abbu is gonna be okay, right ?"
"In Shaa Allah he will be, you said it yourself that he can't just give up..." Zoya grabbed Asad's nose and leaned over him, "Now I get where your stubborness comes from..."
Asad grabbed Zoya's hand and pulled it down to rest it on his chest and asked, "How do you say it ?"
Zoya smiled, lately, Asad had started asking questions about Islam and he was learning new things day by day. Zoya could tell that he was interested, intrigued, even in awe by what he learned.
"In... Shaa... Allah... 'If Allah wills'." Zoya smiled.
"In Shaa Allah, he will get better." Asad repeated almost to himself and Zoya leaned down to kiss his forehead.
"Okay, now lights off !"
As they lay down, each on their side of the bed, facing each other, Asad did not like it, "Come here."
Then they both settled in each other's arms with Zoya's arm thrown over his abs and her head resting on the crook of his arm.
After a moment, Asad admitted, "It scared me... I'm a little relieved knowing that he is in good hands."
"I know and it is okay to feel this way..." Zoya looked up at him, "You can fall asleep, it's okay, i told Nikhat to call if anything comes up... you need to rest."
Asad bumped his nose with hers, "So do you."
After a moment, Zoya spoke again, "Asad ?"
"Hmm ?"
She hesitated but then decided to say what she wanted to say, "I think you should sort out your problems with your parents..." Asad lay silently. "I know it upsets you and that's why i want you to be at peace and happy while thinking of your parents-"
Asad interrupted her, "Zoya... It's not that i don't want things to be sorted out but it won't change what they did-"
This time Zoya sat up and interrupted him, "Yes it won't change what they did but that doesn't mean you can't forgive them and move on, make a new start..."
Asad sat up as well, frowning, "You don't get it, do you ? You grew up amongst a family with love and care, you had your parents and siblings close to you all the time ! You had always someone nearby ! Your opinion was asked for any decision concerning your life, mine did not matter ! I had nobody ! They separated me from them, if i wanted to look at them, i couldn't ! If i wanted to hug them, i couldn't ! Why ?! Because they were seas apart ! And if they visited, it was for what, 2 weeks because Abbu had to get back to the office ?! What did i do ? Didn't i have the right to have my parents with me while growing up ?! Why was i being punished and what for ?! Why was i being abandonned ?" Asad ranted angrily, "I thought you understood, but apparently not..."
Saying that, Asad lay back down, facing away from her, trying to calm his racing heartbeat and the tears pooling in his eyes.
Zoya hadn't meant to hurt him, she had only wanted him to be at peace with himself, with his parents. "Oh no, you don't get to do that !" She turned him to face him, "Yes i grew up with a close family but even if you are upset, you don't get to hold that against me ! And the way you reacted, is exactly the reason why i want you settling things with them, you can't hold onto this forever !" When Asad looked away, Zoya cupped his face and made him look at her in the eyes, "I'm on your side, i want you to be at peace, i want you to be happy when thinking of Ammi and Abbu and not upset... See, Khuda na khasta if Abbu was in a much worser situation and wouldn't have survived it, would you be able to live happily with the fact that you wasted time with him whereas you could have been together and fond memories of him ?" Zoya saw that her words were affecting him, "They love you, Asad, couldn't you see the longing and the love in your mother's eyes ? She misses you..."
Asad sighed and nodded, "I'm sorry for lashing out on you, you didn't deserve that... I'll make efforts but i don't think this is the right time to say anything, with Abbu in the hospital and all..." Zoya simply nodded and slightly smiled, and Asad pecked her nose, "Thank you, my Conscience..."
Zoya laughed at that and they both laid in each other's arms as they were half an hour ago. They both fell asleep without addressing the elephant in the room, Asad's future descision. Bradford Industries or Dilshad Constructions, in either case, his choice would change their lives drastically.
*****
A/N : ok guys, i'm not a doc, i googled CHD and that's it so please forgive and ignore any mistakes !! 😆 i hope u enjoyed this update, next chapter will be coming sooner though 😉
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