Asya Nobody But You FF - Page 7

Wasnt planning to end on a cliff honestly but my brain stopped working sooo

I am sure you’ll like the next one way better 😉

Nice update dear

Zoya trust on wrong person

Asad was worried about her

You finish it cliffy

Please update soon

Thanks

Originally posted by: asifiqbalsh

Nice update dear

Zoya trust on wrong person

Asad was worried about her

You finish it cliffy

Please update soon

Thanks

will do! thanks love❤️.

Nice. I hope that asad won't say stupid things in anger to zoya knowing bill's true face.

Update soon.

Originally posted by: Ihopelove

Nice. I hope that asad won't say stupid things in anger to zoya knowing bill's true face.

Update soon.

what to do ! asad is asad typical asad

Anybody still here! Here's the next extra long chapter cause I can't tell when to stop :D. Please do comment on how you like it.

Anybody still here! Here's the next extra long chapter cause I can't tell when to stop :D. Please do comment on how you like it.

Chapter 9

“Rahe Tere Dil Mein Sada, Teri Dhadhkan Takk Na Ja Sake”

It all happened very quickly then. The sudden lifelessness in Humaira’s stance, Zoya’s hand frozen mid-air and simultaneous horrified gasps from each direction. Razia was the first one to snatch the sweets and roughly push her out of the way.

Call the doctor. Do something. Ayaan seemed to be yelling but he couldn’t bring his body or mouth back from the frozen exile it had been sent to. The only thing he saw were Humaira’s limp hands laying by his side, her face turning pale by the minute. Everyone around him appeared to be screaming, several guests now running in different directions trying to be some help, but he strangely couldn’t seem to hear a thing.

“YOU, YOU DID THIS!” Razia’s sudden wail of anger snapped the curtain off his incomprehensible deafness.

It was too loud and ugly. For a second his heart feared for Zoya. He suddenly saw Humaira’s body lifted up in the air encircled in his father’s arms.

Not caring who stood in his way Rashid pushed through the crowd and carried Humaira to his car through the chaos. Her body had broken into sudden seizures. Ayaan saw the distance between him, and her quivering body increase as he sat immobile at the same spot.

Zoya on other hand wore an identical bewildered mask much like all the guests. But before she could even make sense of what had just conspired, Razia snatched the veil away from her face in a quick irate movement.

“What did you do to her? What did you do to my daughter?”

“I… I don’t… I just…”

“Ho kaun tum? Maine ton pehla tumhe kabhi nahi dekha. Who even invited you?”

“She’s my friend” A timid voice came from where Ayaan sat. With the horrifying sight of Humaira’s trembling body gone, it felt like he could speak again.

“ Aisi kaunsi friend hai, jiska humein nahi pata. Jise chupp kar aana pada”

“Aap? aren’t you the guest at the Khan house?” a surprised Nikhat blurted out. She had heard all about the pyaasi aatma mission from Ayaan and they had all proceeded to facebook stalk the brave girl who dared to step into Asad Ahmed Khan’s way.

“Khan house?” As soon as the words were out from Nikhat’s mouth, Razia’s wrath knew no bounds. She had been poisoning Shireen’s mind lately against Rashid’s ex-wife, but it looked like she had sent someone to poison her household instead.

Blind rage boiled through her body almost making her look mad. And before any eye could see, the contact of skin against skin echoed off the walls bringing the room to a pin drop silence.

Zoya stood holding her hand to her now fire red cheek. She didn’t know what was worse at this point. Getting slapped in the face, poisoning her friend’s bride or the fact the whole Khan Villa would be watching this.

“She planted you, didn’t she? She sent you here so she can destroy our life all over again.” Razia continued yelling in a frenzy, her voice booming throughout the quiet house.

“When she realized she couldn’t get her filthy hands on Rashid anymore, she sent you here to destroy MY DAUGHTER’S life. Meri bachi ki yeh haalat kardi. Aaj ke din, uski sagai ke din. Ek maa ki haaye lagegi tum sabko. Ek maa ki haaye lagegi Dilshad ko. Khuda kare uska ghar bhi ujad jaaye.”

“ENOUGH”

Asad shut the laptop with a force cracking the fragile screen. An eerie silence descended upon the villa. No body dared speak, only the click-clack of Asad’s oxfords’ making sound against the marble floor.

The door to his room bounced back and forth as he slammed it with vigour– his body burning with unquenched rage. For a long time, he paced around not knowing what to do.

How dare she forget her limits? How could she interfere with his family’s reputation like that; his Ammi’s reputation for god sakes. He knew what the creatures of that house were made out of. It wouldn’t be surprising if there was a police jeep on the way to his house right now. If someone as much as dared to even look in the way of his Ammi. He would rip them apart piece by piece.

Unbelievable! Just unbelievable! The girl was impossible to deal with.

What was he even thinking? How could he possibly dream that they would be ever right for each other; that a misfit like Zoya would actually fit into his world.

He knocked all the books off his console in a fit of fury shattering the glass vase to bits. Angry tears spilled out of his eyes as he realised how close he had come to actually confessing his feelings to her – and how much her actions hurt.

But he’d had enough today. This was going to end. Now.

Zoya once thought that she knew what fear was. Boy was she wrong. The hocus- pocus at the Siddiqui house meant nothing next to what she felt standing at the doorstep of her phuphi’s house. After Humaira had been rushed to the hospital, Ayaan had come to her side and protected her from Razia’s accusations. There were hundreds of people at the party. It was easy to frame someone who wasn’t familiar whom to mingle with, and the crisis at hand was too big to be standing around pointing fingers.

Thank God for Raabart! She just hoped Humaira was okay.

Coming back to the present, her hands trembled refusing to open the door. Why does this have to happen to her? Why in the world do her plans always backfire? How was she going to show her face to her Phuphi? And why did her stupid eye had to keep twitching, as if all that wasn’t hint enough that something bad is going to happen.

Okay Zoya, just be calm and simply explain your intentions. Phuphi will understand, she always does.

She took a long shaky breath and opened the gateway to her worst nightmare. Asad Ahmed Khan spitting fire in her face, no holds barred.

Dilshad’s quiet sigh of relief turned to horror as she turned to see Asad charging out his room. She knew very well where he was heading.

“Asad, no beta please” She rushed to catch up after him.

“I have to. I won’t have anyone accuse you”

Asad’s steps came to a halt when he saw Zoya walking through the door. He cut her off before she could speak.

“Who gave you the right to do all this?” he spit out so bitterly that Zoya flinched. She didn’t miss his ammi touching his arm to calm him down. Rightfully so, anymore and it looked like he would burst into flames.

“Do you have any ounce of respect for the people around you? Don’t you think about anyone but yourself? How could you be so irresponsible and rash. Aapko ek baar bhi kisi ka khayal nahi aya. Mera bhi nahi” Asad spit out the last bit with absolute hurt coating every single word.

“Mr. Khan… I” he could barely hear her voice, not that he wanted to hear anything.

“WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY SAY TO MAKE IT BETTER. HOW DARE YOU PUT MY AMMI’S PRIDE ON LINE LIKE THIS”

“Asad” Dilshad tried to interfere but to no avail. The man was literally shaking with anger.

“There is a girl lying sick in the hospital. My mother is being blamed for her condition, just because you have no regard for people around you. Everything, and I mean everything is a joke for you. You Miss Zoya Faaroqui have no idea what a family is. If you did, you wouldn’t have done what you did today.”

“Asad” Dilshad reprimanded him mortified. Ya allah!

“Trust me, if it wasn’t for Ammi, you would have been long gone because honestly I don’t think I can stand you in my house anymore.”

Najma wished she could disappear into thin air while Dilshad clutched her forehead in disdain. When had her kid turned so insensitive. Was he blind? How could he not see what she did?

Zoya, on the other hand had completely lost all feeling in her face. She didn’t even realize when the tears had started forming, clouding her vision and her mind. She had initially thought being slapped in front of a hundred guests was humiliating, bringing shame to the woman she loved like a mother was humiliating but this; this was way worse. Each word, each insult pierced her like a double-edged sword.

She bit down on her lip to stop it from quivering. She could feel the cry forming in her chest but tried her best to shove it down her throat. She couldn’t afford to break down, not when his steel eyes were staring her down, proclaiming her unworthy of being in his presence.

She will never let him know how much it actually hurt.

It was almost dinner time. The sky had turned to a perfect shade of bloody orange, some stars already peeking through. Najma handed her Ammi a painkiller and sneaked one for herself. It wasn’t much of a surprise that everyone in the house suffered a migraine tonight. She let her mind slip back to the details of the horror story that was today’s morning. She had seen her Bhaijaan angry before but never her Ammi. At least not like that.

Dilshad followed Asad to his room at once, after taking a glance at Zoya’s crestfallen face. She had to repair the damage before it was too late.

“Asad”

“Ammi, I can’t talk right n…”

“Well I think we both know you have done enough talking already”

Asad couldn’t believe his Ammi sometimes. Did she really expect him to take this lightly?

“You know what she did was wrong” he stated with a firm tone hoping to put an end to the conversation. He couldn’t talk about this anymore. His head felt heavy, he just wanted to lie down.

“And what about you? What did you do?”

He had the gall to look shocked.

“Don’t you see Asad? Don’t you realize? She did this for you.” Dilshad burst out unable to contain her anger, her dupatta swaying in the air as she flailed her arms wildly.

“Because YOU were miserable to miss your brother’s sagai. So instead of sitting quietly and watching you mop around, Zoya had the guts to get up, go there and make it happen. FOR YOU. What part of this was funny, selfish or rash Asad? What could she possibly gain from this? She knew you would hold her at fault nonetheless, then why did she have to go?”

“Ayaan clearly knew she was supposed to be there. She couldn’t have possibly installed the cameras herself. And yet you were quick enough to blame only Zoya for not understanding the situation.” The shock finally wore off taking away the remnants of anger.

Asad wiped his forehead free from beads of perspiration forming, realization slowly dawning.

“I’ll tell you why she failed to see your side of it. Because the only thing she cares about is your happiness, and she did whatever she could to bring you close to it. But what did you do? You insulted her; told her she didn’t know what a family was?” Dilshad finished, her voice incredulous. She took long deliberate breaths to calm herself. She had tried so hard to knock some sense into him and nothing seemed to be working. But she wouldn’t give up for she saw the same hurt in his eyes, she saw in hers. They were made for each other. And she was not about to let his stinky stubbornness ruin that.

“Tumse ye umeed nahi thi Asad” she continued in a voice as calm as she could manage. “I know deep down you understood all this but if you don’t stop this fear and prejudice from clouding your mind, you will make the mistake of losing the best thing that happened to you. The best thing that happened to all of us.”

Zoya’s muffled sobs brought Najma back to the lone bench in the garden. She sighed and looked at Zoya with pity. She was crying. Again. In fact, she hadn’t been able to stop the whole evening. She didn’t know if she should jump up and down with glee on the prospect of having Zoya as her future bhabhi or sit down and cry with her. Bhaijaan had certainly done it this time. He had indeed taken it too far, way past the line of control.

She saw Dilshad patting her head, trying to calm her down, and made her way to the kitchen giving them privacy.

“I am so sorry Zoya, so sorry” Dilshad repeated for the umpteenth time.

“Phuphi please, aap maafi mat mangiye. If anyone, it should be me. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Zoya managed to mutter through her sobs.

“Zoya don’t be silly beta. Not everyone has the courage to do what you did. I am thankful.” Please don’t give up on my son yet, she pleaded secretly and sent a prayer above.

An impatient Asad tapped his foot on the edge of the dinner table. He had been trying to ignore Tanveer’s advances. He had too long of a day to control himself from snapping her neck if she said one more word against Zoya.

“I don’t want to talk about it” he had muttered in response dryly.

Where is she? Is she not coming for dinner? Although he wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t.

Well...his Ammi was right. Like always. “The differences cease to exist when you are there for each other” she had once said. And it couldn’t be truer today. Zoya had not only managed to acquire a dozen cameras programming them to her computer but also taught his technologically challenged brother to install them; all because he had been acting like a moping desolate soul.

He didn’t know why it wasn’t his initial reaction, but his heart swelled in ecstasy and thumped against his chest now. He was in awe of her. What Zoya did was ions away from what he would have done. He was just sitting in his room wallowing in misery, but she refused to do the same. He hadn’t said it out loud to her, but she was there, looking out for him, especially when he needed her the most.

But instead of thanking her he had acted like a total intolerant prick. Not that she would ever know of the guilt that choked him up every time he thought about his small-mindedness. He hoped she could forgive him for all the times; for every single time, every harsh word, his stupid jahapanah-ness as she put it. Because no more qualms or questions remained.

No, he still didn’t believe he deserved to be happy for he was the same young abandoned boy inside, incapable of love she deserved. Hadn’t he just proved that? But Zoya gave him hope. She stood by his side in spite of the way he was, jagged around edges, bitter and broken. Of course, it would be best for her to just stay away from his dark past that promised only a tainted future, but he wouldn’t force it anymore. It would be her choice. Always her choice.

The shrill ringing of doorbell brought his attention back to the table.

Zoya? When did everyone get here? How long had he zoned out for?

“I’ll get it” Najma said hoping out of her chair.

Why wouldn't you let me see your face? Zoya had her face curtained behind her hair but he didn't miss the red rims around her eyes. A fresh batch of pain made its way through his body.

Asad looked in his Ammi’s direction and got the stink eye.

Nalaayak! Itna samjhaya. Now, hopefully my last lecture worked.

He seemed to get her message loud and clear. I will make this right Ammi, he silently vowed. Zoya’s puffy eyes tugged at his heart more and more with every second that passed by. He would walk through hell and beyond if that’s what it took.

“Zayn as in the famous Zayn Munir” came the booming voice from the hall.

The whole table turned towards Najma standing with a tall, well - dressed cutie, his gaze now fixated on Zoya.

“Laddu?”

Asad’s fists balled up as soon as the word was out. Looked like his wish had come true after all. Hell and beyond it was then!

Vintageflower2020-01-02 08:23:14

Ok.... I am not happy!

Asad sucks!

Now he will be jealous of whoever this new entry is!

I want Zoya to slap Asad but i dont want to see Asad getting slapped!

Anyways update soon!

Originally posted by: Silver_Shiver

Ok.... I am not happy!

Asad sucks!

Now he will be jealous of whoever this new entry is!

I want Zoya to slap Asad but i dont want to see Asad getting slapped!

Anyways update soon!

Aww it’ll get better dont wry. And the new guy is basically a virtual slap

Finally Laddu came. I am so excited. He came in right time. Oh poor asad you have walk through hell and beyond. Make sure asad suffers a lot from jealousy. Idiot

Update next part soon.

Very well written. Read all parts at one go.

However many times we read about AsYa it is a pleasure to read a new story.

Waiting eagerly.

Please update soon.