Hey Guys, it's Farhana, I wrote an OS on AsYa, it's a random OS and way off topic from the track in the show so please do read <3
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Asad cursed himself for the umpteenth time "I can't believe...I'm so stupid!"
He sat on the flight looking out the window shaking his left leg because of frustration.
With one hand he reached for the coffee and with the other he typed on his laptop..."I have to complete this deal...for that...think..think, maybe some music will help.." He thought
Asad slipped on his headphone and closed his eyes...soon he drifted into sleep.
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Voice: Asad...Asad
Asad's eyes opened and he was startled. The first thing he saw was some unknown face...she had her hair straightened out and set back, and her eyes were dressed in dark liner. She had a couple of bandaged cuts and bruises on her face
Asad sat up and looked around...
Asad: Where am I?
the woman let out a deep breath in relief
Woman: Thank god you're okay.. you're at the hospital.. I was so worried
She held his hand
Asad looked confused and then at her hands entangled in his. He started pulling away.
She looked down at his hand, which was out of her hold...
Woman: Asad, jaan..tum-
Asad: Jaan? Who are you
The expressions on her face proved she was shocked, her eyes were wide
Woman: Asad..what do you mean...I'm...we're...we're married!
The last two words echoed over and over in his head.
Asad: Married? How, How is this possible?
The woman stood up and rushed to the door.
Asad held his head, and felt that his head was bandaged. "what is happening? I'm married? I was just heading to New-"
Doctor: Mrs. Khan
Asad looked up to see the woman who looked devastated and the doctor talking
The doctor looked down
Doctor: It seems that the head injury was worse than we have thought. The woman covered her face in her hands and you could pretty well tell she was crying
The doctor turned to Asad and walked to his side.
Doctor: Mr. Khan...are you positive..you don't know who she is?
Asad had another glance at her, her dark brown eyes, her soft lips...
Asad: N..No
She looked back down
The doctor looked at the Woman and back at him
Asad: Can you just tell me..what is happening?
The doctor took in and let out a deep breath, he seemed to hesitate
and kept glancing back at the woman standing at the door
Doctor: Mr. Khan...the woman standing at the door is you're wife, you guys are married..
There it was again Married...when, how? he didn't even know her.
Doctor: You guys got into an accident on the Brooklyn Bridge and you're case seems to be worse...
" Brooklyn bridge? They were in New York?"
Doctor: This is a case of Amnesia.
"Right...Amnesia? What?"
Doctor: What is the last thing you remember?
Asad looked down and started fumbling with his fingers..."what was the last thing I remembered?"
Asad: I guess...I was coming to New York for a deal for Royal Casino...
The woman covered her mouth in disbelief
Woman: That..that was two years ago
" Okay, now this lady's crazy! Two years, are you freaking serious!? Two psht!"
Doctor: I guess..I'll come back later, you guys seem you want to talk.
The doctor picked up his clipboard and headed out.
The woman slowly walked to the foot of the hospital bed.
Woman: Asad..I know this is complicated, but how, why don't you remember me? I'm your love, your Zoya
Asad: Zoya?
Zoya smiled and nodded
"why does that name seem familiar? He doesn't know any Zoya.."
Zoya: Hum.. we're married for a year now.. if you want to know...
Asad: A year?
He looked back down at his fingers
Asad: I just can't believe it...Zoya
he looked back up at her?
Asad: What was I doing here for two years?
Zoya: You're a architect...you have your own business, from Bhopal..
"atleast that's something I remember..Bhopal...Ammi,Najam"
Asad sat straight
Asad: So, tum jaanti ho meri Ammi aur behen kahan hai?
Zoya: Voh log Bhopal meh hai..
Asad: Bho...Bhopal?
"what are they doing there when he's here?"
Zoya: Muje lagta hai tumhe aaram ki zaroorat hai...
she turned to leave, and he didn't stop her...
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They were seated in a blue Range Rover... He got discharged and was seated besides her on the passenger seat, just looking out the window. He felt her gaze on him every once in a while.
Zoya: We're here
she whispered
He looked up to a beautiful white beach house; the porch was made of wood. The steps were painted light blue…the balcony view to the ocean.
He looked at her, she managed to pull off a smile, but he saw those tears in her eyes, she unlocked the door and opened the door.
The house wasn't fancy or grand at all…it was a simple and yet beautiful home…. There were photographs aligned in different parts of the walls, framed, the walls were painted a shade of blue, the floor furnished wood. They entered the living room, revealing the beautiful couched the round coffee table and other decorations set.
She signaled him to sit…he did
Zoya: Would you like me you-why am I asking, I'll get you something to drink
She turned to walk away, but he held her wrist.
Asad: Ms. Zoya… wait
Zoya: please don't call me Ms.
She turned around, and realizing he still had his grip on her hand he let go…
Asad: Can you please explain everything to me…again
Zoya nodded and sat across him…
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He stood in front of the window looking at the unfamiliar surroundings
She had told him everything and didn't leave out any details….
He stood recollecting everything that she had said. Nothing seemed to catch his attention; nothing seemed to give him the feeling of something familiar.
Zoya: Asad…
Asad tuned his head to see her standing at the door with a tray of tea, the steam coming out of the teapot…
She moved to coffee table and placed the tray there.
"This is so complicated…she's beautiful, but then again who is she?"
He felt like banging his head against the wall
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A couple of days passed and Asad started getting along with Zoya. She took him out whenever she was off from work; they went to his"favorite" places. He found out apparently he loved Race Cars.
Asad: So…where we going today
Zoya placed a basket on the table and smiled
Zoya: The beach!
Oh god, he hated the beach, the people, the noise.
Asad: Beach?
Zoya: Yes beach…c'mon don't be shy...wanna know something…..
Asad narrowed his eyes
Asad: What?
Zoya: You love the beach…well you used to...I guess
Asad raised his eyebrows
Asad: Really?
Zoya nodded
"Well that's surprising…a man like me and the beach, really surprising"
Asad: I guess I have to go now
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It was kind of windy and the beach seemed deserted there was no one visible
Zoya: I guess we're lucky today, there's no one here!
She pulled out the basket from the back seat.
Asad took the basket from her hold and made a face
Asad: What's in this…dead cats?
Zoya rolled her eyes
Zoya: No!
They started walking.
Zoya: Hey let's sit there….
She pulled him a couple of feet away from the waves
She placed the quilt on the sand and both sat, just looking at the waves
Asad: So…
Zoya: So?
Asad: What are we talking about today?
Zoya: Hmm…how's life?
"Isn't this an awkward?"
Asad: Complicated
Zoya nodded
Zoya: The winds getting stronger no?
She moved the hair out of he face which kept coming back…
His hair was also flying cause of the wind.
Zoya again pushed back her tresses
Asad who was getting annoyed took her hair and tucked it behind her ear... She looked into his yes and he froze…was he drowning in them?
He dark brown eyes had more o it than it showed. Love, affection, fright…was all these mixed feeling for him?
His hand unknowingly took her face in his palm. She stiffened under his touch
His gaze moved to her lips, which were trembling. Was it because of the coldness, or because he was looking at them?
His head lowered a bit, so their foreheads touched and lips were inches away. She closed her eyes
Asad: I love you...
He whispered, she quickly opened her eyes, to see him smile in front of her.
A smile spread across her
Zoya: I love you too…
He leaned in closer to capture her lips, but instead got a push sending him back a bit
She stood up and started laughing
Zoya: Sorry Mr. you're gonna have to catch me to do that.
She started running
Asad shook his head and stood up
Asad: Don't worry. I don't even need to run…
He started walking…
Zoya stopped and turned back frowning. She crossed her arms
Zoya: Run!
He too stopped and looked to the ground with a questioned face…was the ground moving?
He looked back up to see Zoya moving further back without even moving a muscle
Asad's smile disappeared "what's happening?"
He started running, but she seemed to move back, all the surroundings everything getting out of his reach
Asad: Zoya!
But she was still smiling. She spread her arms open, for him to embrace her, but he seemed to be running in the same place
"Couldn't she see this?"
Everything was turning darker, and darker
Zoya: I love you!
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Asad's eyes shot open, and he quickly sat up, frightening the person sitting next to him
He looked around, he was on a plane "So all that was...just a dream?"
He looked to the man besides him and whispered a sorry. He started rubbing his face and looked out the window.
Plane Announcement: The plane will be landing in a short time; passengers please fasten your seatbelts.
The plane landed and Asad walked out the gate, where was the freaking driver.
He pulled out his cell phone and started dialing and walking.
Bang!
He looked up to see flying papers and a cell phone, which all fell to the ground
Voice: What's wrong with you!
His head shot up to the familiar voice…Zoya
She crouched down to pick her things up
She looked up at him, who just stared at her like she had 50 heads
Zoya: Could you help me?
Her tone was full of irritation and unfriendly.
Asad: Uh, sorry
He started picking the papers up and his eyes landed on her name…Zoya Farooqui
The slip was taken from him, and she stood up
Zoya: Thanks!
She started walking away and he stood up.
Asad looked at her retreating back; her hair was swaying from side to side.
Asad smiled
Asad: Zoya Farooqui
He whispered.
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Now that was a long one, took me a very long time to write. I hope y'all appreciate it
PS: Those who are waiting for the next part of my FF, I promise it's coming soon <3
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