*QH OS Contest* - Voting Closed ~

Posted: 10 years ago
Qubool Hai One Shot Writing Contest
 
        



Welcome QHians! 🤗

Here, I have posted 9 One Shots written on AsYa, on the topic :

'If Winter Comes, Can Spring Be Far Behind?'-Percy Bysshe Shelley

They will be judged my -RD- , -Shayari- and MisHumptyDumpty on the following criteria -

*The Title 
*Ambience 
*Concept 
*Language 
*Topic relevance
*Impact of the OS on the whole


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All The Best to all participants! 

Edited by DoNotDisturb - 10 years ago
Posted: 10 years ago

Entry #1

By : Madame_Noddy

Chances : Lost and Found


O Wind, if Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? Asad read to himself from the thick volume in his hand. He always found an odd peace when he read this poem, Ode to the West Wind by PB Shelley... he felt he connected with what the poet was going through when he wrote this piece. Hopelessness, despair... all the poet wanted was a chance, a chance to prove his worth, a chance to regain his lost glory. He was positive that he could do it... if only he were given the strength; the opportunity to do so... and he got it. He got that one chance.

And that's exactly where the difference lay.

Asad did not get that one chance. He lost it... he pushed it away with his own bare hands. He pushed away his love, his Zoya. All in the name of responsibility... a responsibility that was not his.

oOo

Five years... exactly five excruciatingly long years had passed since she had left on this very day. She said that what he was doing was the right thing to do, to take responsibility of a helpless mother and her unborn child. Her last words still rung in his ears, "Main New York wapis jaa rahi hoon Mr. Khan. Aur iss baar hargis nahi rukungi." Her voice was choked with unshed tears, but she was strong. She really was a strong girl, and he didn't doubt that one bit. After all, which girl, or rather which woman would have the strength to hand over her love to the hands of another woman? To a woman who had destroyed her life?

Zoya left early in the morning the very next day, before the sehri. All she left behind was her memories, and a note which said:

"Eid se pehle apni Eidi maang rahi hoon Phoophi. Mujhe dhoondhne ki koshish mat kijiyega. Please. Khudahaafiz."

Asad had fallen apart since that day. It took him an entire month to find his life... only to lose her again. He had said that he would marry Tanveer, but he couldn't. He couldn't see anyone other than Zoya dressed up as his bride. He couldn't bear to see anyone's face other than Zoya's every night before he went to sleep and every morning when he woke up. He couldn't commit himself to a woman for whom he had no feelings, apart from those of sympathy... and responsibility. Every time he looked at Tanveer, she reminded him of the sin that he had committed... a sin which had cost him his life, his love, his Zoya... and a sin which he couldn't remember ever doing.

And he soon found out why. Tanveer's labour pain started six months later, unusual for a woman who had been pregnant for only six months.

Or so he thought.

She gave birth to a healthy, full- term baby- a boy. And that could mean only one thing. Tanveer had lied. She had cheated them... correction, she had destroyed them.

Asad had barged into the ward and woken up a peacefully asleep Tanveer. He could never forget what had taken place after that. He remembered every poisonous word that she had spoken. He felt as though he had never known her before... as though the ten- year- old Tanveer who had been his childhood buddy was merely a figment of his imagination...

oOo

"Yeh kya hai Tanveer? Tumne humse jhoot kyun bola, kyun humara bharosa toda? BOLO!"

"Ja-Jammy k-kya bol rahe hain aap?" stammered Tanveer.

"Yeh bachha mera nahi hai! Hum dono ke beech kuch nahi hua tha! Tum toh sirf  6 mahine pregnant thi na? Toh fir? Kaise janam diya tumne iss bachhe ko? Kyun dhokha diya? Kyun barbaad kar di meri zindagi? BOLO TANVEER!!"

By that time Dilshad and Najma had heard the noise and had entered the ward too. Even they were confused as to how Tanveer could have given birth so early.

"Ja-Jammy wo-woh main..."

"BAS! Bohot sun liya maine tumhare jhoot... aur nahi sun sakta! Bas itna jaanna chahta hoon, kyun?" Asad asked, his voice now weak, defeated.

"Haan! Bola maine jhoot! Diya aap sab ko dhoka! Sirf apne liye, aur apne iss bachhe ke liye. Main Asad se nikaah karke mere bachhe ko unka naam dena chahti thi, aur apne liye shororat aur aish-o-aaraam ki zindagi chati thi. Par beech mein woh Zoya aa gayi. Kitni baar, kitni baar koshish ki maine usey apne raaste se hatane ki... New York wapis bhejne ki koshish ki, usey maarne ki bhi koshish ki, par naakaam rahi. Par dekhiye, mere ek jhoot ne usey kaise mere raaste se hata diya! Hahaha! Par fir bhi Asad mere nahi huye... KYUN?! Na jaane kaunsa kaala jaadu kiya hai us Zoya ne aap sab par aur..."

THHWWAACKK!

Asad had lost it. He had lost every ounce of his self control when he heard that witch befouling Zoya's name by uttering it from her dirty mouth. How dare she?! How dare she try to... try to kill her?! He had hit her, under the impact of which she had fallen from the bed.

"Zoya ka naam apni gandi zubaan se fir liya toh main tumhari jaan le loonga! Nikal jao yahan se aur fir apni shakal kabhi mat dikhana. JAO!"

"Pa-par..."

"CHALI JAAOO!!!"

She had picked herself up somehow, and had left... looking back once to give them a glare.

oOo

Aap galat they Shelly sahab, aap galat they... sab logon ko doosra mauka nahi milta. Aur jinhe milta hai... woh unhe kho dete hain... Asad thought miserably.

"Abbu?"

Asad jerked out of his thoughts at the meek, squeaky voice of a child. He turned around to see a boy, barely five years old, standing at the door with a red ball in his tiny hands. He smiled widely and beckoned him to come inside.

Hamzah.

oOo

Asad had turned to leave the ward that day after the showdown with Tanveer, but the cries of a newborn baby made him stop dead in his tracks. He had promised to take his responsibility... but the baby wasn't his. Tanveer didn't bother throwing her child a second glance. She didn't need him anymore; it seemed... his purpose was unsuccessfully over.

But Asad couldn't just leave him there to live the life of an orphan. He knew very well how difficult it was for a child to grow up without a father... how could he let an innocent newborn live without parents? How would he survive? It wasn't his fault that his mother had destroyed so many lives...

He had walked up to the cradle to see a tiny baby, all wound up in white sheets, crying and unable to move. He carefully picked up the baby in his arms and rocked him a little, and just like a charm, he had stopped crying. It was at that moment that Asad decided; this boy would have a father, and a family. He couldn't let the boy become like his mother. He would bring up the child, away from all evil, away from his mother's dark shadow. Never would he know of his mother's existence. Never.

And now he couldn't imagine life without him. Hamzah, the bright ray of sunshine in his dull, cold, wintry life...

oOo

"Abbu kya hua?" the boy asked, pulling at his father's trousers to grab his attention.

Asad lifted Hamzah up and made him sit on his lap. "Kuch nahi beta. Bas kuchh soch raha tha" he said, ruffling his mop of hair.

Hamzah looked up at his abbu with a confused expression on his face. But then he pouted and said, "Abbu aap mele saath kheloge? Yahan khelne ke liye koi nai hai." He looked up at Asad with a hopeful expression in his eyes, something that Asad couldn't turn down no matter how sad he was. And that adorable, childish lisp... it could make anyone smile.

"Chalo" Asad smiled as he walked Hamzah out into the hotel's garden.

Asad was presently in Goa, attending a week-long business conference. All the great construction magnates of India were present there, and so was he. Dilshad had pestered him to take Hamzah along with him as well, since his summer vacations had started and he couldn't stay without his father for even one day.

He played with Hamzah throwing the ball back and forth at him. The child giggled and laughed freely... Asad couldn't fathom how this pure, innocent soul had survived inside his mother's, no, not "mother"; Tanveer's womb for nine months...

While thinking, he threw the ball a bit more forcefully than required and it went past the open main gate.

"Main laata hoon!" Hamzah jumped up and ran towards the gate.

"Ruko! Tez mat bhaagna, aur footpath se aagey mat badhna!" Asad shouted at the boy, who grinned and ran out.

oOo

A woman dressed in office formals walked slowly along the footpath, clutching her bag to herself. Numerous thoughts crossed her mind... she had to get back to her apartment, then get groceries for dinner... maybe she could order a piz... no, and then she had to prepare for next day's presentation at office. And then next day would be the same as this one... and the next, and the one after that.

Loneliness and monotony. That was what was left of her life.

She walked into someone small and stumbled backwards. Looking down she found a little boy, barely... what, five? He had fallen down but held a red ball tightly in his hands. And he looked like he was ready to cry.

She kneeled down and helped the boy up and smoothened his ruffled hair. She cupped his face, "Ssshhh! Please mat rona! Achhe bachhe nahi rote! Aunty se galti hogayi! Dekho unhone kaan bhi pakda hai" she said and held her ears.

The boy finally looked up at her. She noticed the change of expressions on his face... first, confusion; then, deep thought... and then, recognition? ...and finally, sheer amazement. The child stared at her with pure wonder in his eyes, as though he was looking at a celebrity.

"Aa-aap Angel ho na?" he asked.

"K-kya?" the woman was stumped. Now why would a child come out of nowhere and call her an "Angel" of all possible things?!

"Aap Angel hi ho." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. A declaration, rather.

There you have it madam. You have a perfectly adorable kid coming out of nowhere and declaring you to be an angel. Congratulations. Ab yeh toh har roz nahi hota. Aur tum abhi abhi soch rahi thi ki tumhari har din ek jaisi hai... the woman thought to herself.

She smiled widely till her dimples dug her cheeks... she hadn't smiled like that for a long time. "Thank you. Aapka bohot bohot shukriya" she said, and gently stroked his head. She stood up and turned around to leave, before tears threatened to spill from her eyes. She was tired of crying. She didn't want to cry anymore... not even out of happiness, like now. It had been a while since someone had showed her some love... a while, translating to five years. Five long years.

oOo

"Abbu! Muje abhi Angel mili!" Hamzah squealed excitedly as he ran into the garden again, ball in hand.

"K-kya? Kaun?" Did he hear right? No... it couldn't be...

"Angel, abbu! Aap ne bola tha!"

Asad went down on his knees. Could it be? After all this time... was he... was he finally going to get his life back? Was she... was she... here? He cupped Hamzah's face in his hands, "Beta aa-aap theek keh rahe ho na?" he asked.

Hamzah nodded.

Asad's eyes went wide and he rummaged through his pockets frantically to take out a photo and showed it to him. "Beta woh yehi thi na? Please bolo?" He was desperate to know now... Was she going to be returned to him on the same day he had lost her... half a decade back?

"Haan abbu!" Hamzah nodded enthusiastically.

Asad gasped and clasped his hands over his mouth. Tears filled his eyes, threatening to spill any moment. He couldn't believe it... he was going to get her back... Finally...

"Woh kahan thi? Kahan mile app unse?"

"Bahar. Pal woh chali gayi... Muje Angel se baat karna hai abbu!" Hamzah whined.

"Zaroor baat karenge aap. Main abhi aap ke apki Angel to dhoond ke launga. Aap yehin rukiye, kahin mat jayiega."

"Ji abbu!"

And with that Asad broke into a run. She couldn't have gone far. He had to find her... he had to find Zoya before it was too late again. He couldn't miss this one final chance that destiny had given him...

oOo

It was not that Asad hadn't tried to look for Zoya before today. The first six months when he didn't know about his innocence and Tanveer's truth was the worst... he couldn't look for her even if he wanted to. But after that he had looked for her high and low. There was not a corner of Bhopal that he had left unsearched. She had changed her phone and her number... there was no way to track her down. He had travelled all the way to New York... but she wasn't there either. Her aapi and jeeju were equally clueless about her whereabouts as well... she had called them up to say the same thing, not to look for her, no matter what.

And after that he had lost all hope... until today.

He ran through the streets like a madman, his eyes darting to all directions for one glimpse of Zoya. He showed her picture to anyone and everyone whom he saw... but to no avail. No one recognised her.

Asad pulled his hair in frustration. Maybe... maybe Hamzah was wrong... after all he was only a child. But then... he was so sure... Asad felt as if he was hoping against hope now.

He stood in the middle of road, with all the cars whizzing by him. She wasn't there... anywhere. Maybe if he called her out... she would hear him. He screamed, "ZOOOYYYAAA!!!!"

oOo

Kyun? Kyun mujhe aaj baar baar unke khayal aa rahe hain? Kyun mujhe lag raha hai ki woh yehin hain, mere bohot kareeb... Kitni koshish ki main unhe bhula doon par... Ya Allah, main firse kamzor nahi hona chahti... the woman prayed as she walked her way to her apartment'... she couldn't call it home'.

"ZOOOYYYAAA!!!!"

She came to an abrupt halt. Was that... no, she was imagining things. It couldn't be him...

oOo

 He spotted her. The woman at the end of the road had stopped walking as soon as he had screamed. He could see her backside but it was her. Her attire was different... a white shirt and grey pants... office formals. But he could recognise her from anywhere... It was Zoya.

He screamed again, "ZOOOYYAAA!!!"

oOo

And there it was again. It was him... it was unmistakeably him. That was the voice that haunted her dreams every night... and invaded her thoughts during the day. He was here. Her Mr. Khan was here...

Slowly, she turned back... and sure enough, there he was.

oOo

Asad knew that he was receiving stares from the people on the road but he couldn't care any less. He saw her turning back to look... and he ran. He dodged the traffic and nearly got run over but there was nothing that could stop him from reaching her now. As he neared her, he noticed. She was still the same... but for her eyes. There was a dead look in them... like the time when she was at the Madarsa. That naughty twinkle in her eyes was gone. But he could see a faint glimmer of hope in them... and tears. But he couldn't read her eyes... or her expressions. Was she not happy? Why wasn't she moving towards him? Why was she just standing there like a rock?

oOo

Zoya was confused. She didn't know what to feel... On one hand, she felt that she had finally found her life back... but on the other hand, wasn't he... wasn't he already married to Tanveer? Didn't he have a child who called him "Abbu"? Hadn't she asked him not to look for her again? Her head felt heavy with all these questions. She wasn't able to move... she stood there, facing him, like a statue.

"Kyun aaye aap yahan?" Zoya asked.

"Zo-Zoya yeh kya keh rahi hain aap?" Asad was shocked. This was the last thing that he had expected to hear.

"Kyun aaye aap yahan? Kyun mujhe firse kamzor banana chahte hain aap? Kyun Mr. Khan kyun? Maine kaha tha na aapse, mujhe dhoondhne ki koshish mat kijiye? Fir kyun?!"

"Nahi jee sakhta main tumhare bina Zoya! Khuda hi jaanta hai ki kaise maine tumhare bina yeh paanch saal kate! Please wapis chalo Zoya... please!"

"Kaise jaoon main Mr. Khan? Aur kyun? Aur... aur Tanveer? Woh to ab aapki legally wedded wife hai na?"

"Uss dhokhebaaz ka naam apne mooh se mat lo Zoya. Usne humari zindagi barbaad karke rakh diya hai..."

"Ma-matlab?"

Asad proceeded to tell her about all that had happened after she left. Tanveer's treachery... and how he had tried to search for her... and Hamzah. In the end, she was speechless and in tears...

"Mr. Khan... Mr. Khan I don't know what to say... Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha ki main kya... Par mujhe iss baat ki bohot khushi hai ki aapne Hamzah ko apna beta banaya. Ek masoom bachhe ko uski ammi ke gunahon ka sazaa nahi milna chahiye. Aur iss baat ke liye mera aapke liye mohobbat sau guna badh gaya hai... Aap mere guroor hain Mr. Khan, aur meri zindagi bhi."

"Aur aap meri." Asad said and pulled her into his arms. He nuzzled into her hair while she closed her eyes and sighed. They basked in each other's warmth, all their emptiness disappearing. They were one again.

oOo

"Abbu!" Asad and Zoya were greeted by an excited shriek from Hamzah as soon as they entered the gate of the hotel, only to find the little boy running up to them. Zoya was not a least bit surprised to see that he was same boy who had called her "Angel" sometime ago... after all, who else but Mr. Khan would teach him that?

"Angel!" Hamzah screeched just as he saw Zoya, who went down on her knees to give the kid a tight hug. Hamzah hugged her back as well... and somewhere, Zoya felt complete.

She broke the hug after sometime and held Hamzah by his shoulders and spoke to him softly, "Beta, aapke abbu ne aapko mujhe Angel bolna sikhaya tha na?"

Hamzah nodded.

"Par beta, main toh Angel nahi hoon."

Asad looked at Zoya questioningly... she wasn't the kind to break anyone's heart... then why...?

Hamzah's face fell, "Toh fil, aap kaun ho?"

Zoya smiled, "Main toh aapki ammi hoon!"

The joy on Hamzah's face was unmistakeable. He jumped into Zoya's arms and started sobbing, "Aa-aap kaha they ammi? Sc-school mein sa-sabke ammi the... bas meli hi nahi... aap kaha they ammi?"

"Yehi thi beta... bas kahin kho gayi thi..." Zoya whispered as she rubbed her son's back to calm him down... there was no way she would let him feel the absence of a mother again...

She looked up at Asad with a smile, who smiled back at her, proudly. That's why she was his Zoya... it didn't take her a single moment of hesitation to make that woman's child, her own. She really is an Angel, he thought, as his mind drifted to a story he had told Hamzah not so long ago...

oOo

"Abbu! Mujhe ninni nai aa lahi! Ek kahani sunao na!" demanded Hamzah one night.

"Kahani? Kaisi kahani beta?" Asad asked. Bedtime stories were not his forte; it was his ammi's. But she was asleep now...

"Failytale!" he exclaimed.

Asad thought for a while and an idea struck him.

"Theek hai. Ye bohot pehle ki baat hai. Ek Raja tha. Woh bohot Akdu tha aur kabhi bhi nahi hansta tha. Woh chahta tha ki saari duniya uske mutabik chale. Chhoti chhoti baat pe bohot gussa karta tha. Par ek din, uske mahal mein ek Angel rehne aayi mehman bankar. Woh Raja ki baat kabhi nahi maanti thi. Woh hamesha hansti thi aur logon ko khush karti thi. Aur Raja ko yeh bilkul bhi pasand n nahi tha. Isiliye woh usey bohot daant te the aur rulate the. Angel roti thi... par woh baad mein Raja ko maaf bhi kar deti thi. Yeh dekhkar Raja ne socha, ki yeh main kya kar raha hoon? Kyun usey itna dard deta hoon? Raja dheere dheere khud ko badalne laga aur usey Angel se pyaar ho gaya. Angel bhi unse bohot pyaar karti thi. Lekin yeh baat ek Chudail ko pasand nahi thi. Usne Raja aur Angel ko alag kar diya... aur Angel chali gayi. Raja ko bohot dukh hua, aur unhone Chudail ko bohot daanta, aur usey bhaga diya!"

"Abbu, Angel kaisi dikhti thi?" inquired a sleepy Hamzah.

Asad took out a photo from his pocket... Zoya's, and showed it to Hamzah. "Bilkul aisi" he smiled.

"Angel bohot shundal thi abbu..." Hamzah said as he fell asleep.

oOo

Lagta hai ab mujhe ending change karke, "Fir Raja aur Angel apne bete ke saath khushi khushi rehne lage" karna padega. Aur Shelley sahab, aap galat nahi they... Asad thought as he joined the new mother and son in their group hug.

No matter how long the winter is, spring does follow it. All you have to do is never give up hope, for life always gives chances to people who deserve them...


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Entry #2

By : stereohearts200


           The Fall of the Storm


"Is there anything at all, between us?", asked a hurt Zoya. Asad stared into Zoya's big, chocolate brown eyes which weighed down with pain. It took all his will, not run away from there, right that second. Her eyes depicted the very same emotions that were shown in his blood shot eyes. "Why are you doing this to me?!", cried Zoya, grasping his blazer lapels in the process. She shook him, still holding onto his lapels and shrieked at him, "Answer me! Why are you doing this to me?! Why did you say that you wanted to get married to me, when you never had?!" Asad hung his head in shame, as tears slid down Zoya's pale cheeks. She let go of his blazer, as she fell to her knees. She hid her face, in her palms and cried. She cried for the fact that she would never get the love of a husband she'd always dreamed of. She cried, because the only man she'd ever loved had lured her into a marriage under the pretense of loving her. Never in her dreams had she thought that a day would come when she would find out that her husband had just married her for his own selfish reasons. Asad's heart broke, seeing her in that disheveled state. He knelt down and placed a hand on her shoulder, after much hesitance. Before he could say anything to comfort her, she shrugged his hand away from her shoulder. She stood up, her knees wobbling. She cast Asad one last glance before walking off to her room.


Asad paced the length of his room, frustrated. He fell weakly onto his sofa, holding his head in his hands. He couldn't bring himself to consider Zoya as the same girl he'd known just a matter of months ago. She was the girl who made people smile and laugh even at the worst of times, but he'd transformed her into someone who'd forgotten how to smile. He couldn't believe how their whole lives had turned upside down, with just one rash decision of his. What ripped his soul apart was that Zoya thought of him as someone who'd married her under the pretext of love, because of his selfishness. How could he tell her that he'd loved her all along, when her life was at stake, with just that one revelation? A lone tear slid down his cheeks, he couldn't bear to see her in pain, every time he made her cry, his heart shattered. He couldn't live with the blame of hurting his only love, Zoya. Every little tear that slid down her cheeks were due to his undeniable mistake. He squeezed his eyes shut, as he tried to remove the existence of that bitter memory from his head, in a futile attempt. He banged his clenched fists on the coffee table beside him, as the memory of that fateful night came flooding back to his head.


"Tanveer! Have you gone mad?! Why the hell are you doing this?!", bellowed an outraged Asad. Tanveer retorted back, "Haan! I'm mad! I'm pure mad! I will do as I wish and if you've got a problem, stop me and if you can't, you'll just have to stick it!" She lowered the knife to Zoya's neck, while she lay unconscious on the floor, in her bridal outfit, oblivious to the danger she was in. Asad screamed, just as the knife touched Zoya's skin, "NO!!! Don't do anything to her! Just...just tell me what you want!" Tanveer raised an eyebrow at him, in mock surprise. She retracted the knife and folded her arms against her chest, "Now, that's an interesting offer, Asad miyan. So, you'll do just anything, if I spared Zoya's life, right?" Asad nodded his head vigorously, to which Tanveer smirked and walked towards to him in long, slow steps. She stopped when she was just half a foot away from him. She ran her index finger over Asad's forehead and cheek, to which her jerked away, disgusted. Tanveer placed both her hands on his shoulders, as she faked an innocent smile, she asked in her sugar coated voice, "Feeling shy? Never mind! Now, let's get back to business. Here's the deal, you give me two crores from that dough of yours. Agreed?" Asad nodded his head and asked, "Al...alright. You'll leave Zoya alone, now." Tanveer feigned shock, as she replied, "Uh! Not so fast! Here's the best part of the deal, you will stay away from Zoya, you will make her cry everyday, making her wonder why you're staying away from her and she'll never know that a master mind, who is myself, hatched this evil plan! Do you agree to this?" Asad stared at her in shock. "No!", he screamed. Tanveer extended the knife again and looked at Asad smugly, as the edge of the knife pointed at Zoya's neck. Asad hastily responded, "Ok, fine! I'll do as you say! Just leave her!"


Asad whacked his hand on his head, as he pushed the memory out of his mind. Both their lives had been ruined in just the matter of an hour, after their marriage. The guests had left and Zoya had also left to her room, to get her things. Suddenly, he'd received a call from Tanveer, she'd screamed and said that she was in danger. Asad's first reaction was to go help her, but what he'd found in the factory, shattered his and Zoya's life. He'd realized what a big fool he'd been, when he'd trusted Tanveer over Zoya's repeated efforts, to make him see the truth. He was broken out of his contemplation, as his phone rang. He sighed and picked up the phone, "Hello?" Asad's eyes widened, as the next set of the caller's words rang in his ears. He grabbed his blazer and ran for the door, as a small ray of hope entered him.


The police barged into the factory, as Asad dashed in, from the front. Tanveer, who was busy issuing orders to an employee, turned her head, as she heard the noise. She gulped as she saw a dozen of cops standing there, with Asad at the front of them, who was smirking at her victoriously. Tanveer wasn't able to exactly comprehend  what was going on around her, but she had a gut feeling that something pretty bad was about to happen. She plastered a forced smile onto her face and looked at Asad innocently. "Jammy! You could have told me, you were coming!", she said, feigning excitement, as she walked towards Asad. She pulled him aside and hissed at him, "What the hell do you think you're doing?! Didn't I warn you of the consequences of informing the police?!" Asad stared at her smugly and called out, ignoring her, "Inspector, show her the recording." An iPad was thrust into Tanveer's hands, as she looked at quizzically. Tanveer's fingers shivered, as her hand made it across to hit the play button. Tanveer stared at the screen in shock, as the video played. She'd thought that she'd made sure that there wasn't a single trace left behind to lead the police to her. But there she was in the video, holding the knife at Zoya's neck, turning a deaf ear to Asad's aghast screams. She looked up at Asad in utter disbelief, while he asked her sarcastically, "Tannu, I think you should have been a little more careful when you trapped me and Zoya into your sadistic game, don't you think?" Tanveer gulped down, once again, as her cheeks turned red with rage and fear. Asad glowered at her, as he watched her turn her head away. He called out to the inspector, once again, "Arrest her." 


Asad walked into Zoya's room, a new surge of happiness spreading throughout him, but the sight which greeted him broke his heart. All of Zoya's clothes were lying strewn across the floor, while her suitcase lay on her bed, with a few shirts hanging around the corner and there she was, sitting cross legged on the floor, staring out of the window, lost. Asad was quite sure that she hadn't acknowledged his presence yet. He slowly walked towards her, he stopped about half way through and just stared at her. He didn't know whether he should talk to her right away, or wait for another chance.He decided that he should talk to her later, but keep an eye on her, seeing that she was planning to leave the house. He backed off a little and  sighed. He turned his head away, unable to bear the sight of the tears rolling down her already tear stained cheeks. Just when he was about to walk out, Zoya spoke out, "Why did we get married?" Asad turned his head and stared at Zoya, bewildered, she was still sitting cross legged on the floor, staring out of the window. She spoke again, as if in a deep trance, "Nothing will ever change between us." Asad rushed to Zoya and knelt down beside her, he caressed her tear stained cheeks and made her face him. She whispered, "You will never love me. Never." A small wave of panic hit Asad. Asad tapped Zoya's cheeks lightly, as he asked her, "Zoya? Are you ok? What happened?" Asad's eyes glistened with unshed tears, he crushed her into a hug and rubbed her back, soothingly. Zoya was still lost in a trance, chanting the same words repeatedly. Asad pulled away and shook her, "Zoya! What happened?! Why are you behaving like this?!" Zoya stared at him blankly, as his pleas and cries echoed throughout her room.  Asad caressed her cheeks, once more and said, "Zoya, listen! I'm right here, with you. Please, stop scaring me! Please, just stop!"  Zoya asked, "Why do you pretend that you care about me?" Asad stared at her for a few seconds, before engulfing her in a hug, yet again. Zoya pushed him away and stood up. Asad got up and was about to speak, when Zoya screamed at him, "Why're you doing this? So that you can make me believe that you love me and after that, you can break my heart, once again, right?" Asad shook his head, indicating a no, while tears slid down his cheeks. Zoya's lips quivered, as she said, "But this time, I'm not falling for your trick. I was a fool to have loved you." Asad grabbed her by her shoulders and yelled, "No! The reason why I ignored you, all these months was just to save your life! But now...things have changed. There's no one to ruin our lives, anymore. Zoya frowned at him, "To save my life?" Zoya's forehead creased in confusion. Asad went ahead to explain of Tanveer's treachery and how she'd left their house after she received the two crores from Asad, citing the reopening of her burnt factory. Zoya's eyes widened in shock, as she heard Asad. Asad finished, "I had to do this to you. Someone had been watching us constantly. If I'd tried getting close to you and if the person who had been watching us, had spotted it, he would have killed you. I couldn't afford to lose you, because of my selfishness. That is why I distanced myself from you. It stabbed my heart every time you cried, because of me. You wouldn't possibly know, it killed me within, to hurt you so much." By now, tears were streaming down both their cheeks, in a torrent. Zoya pounced on him and hugged him, while he responded by burying his head into her shoulder. They both pulled away, after a few minutes and smiled at each other, still teary eyed. Zoya looked away and blushed for some unknown reason, Asad asked, "Why're you blushing?" Zoya hesitantly replied, "Do you remember that night, when both of us had ate those bhaang filled pakhodes?" Asad nodded, smiling as the memory played in his head. Zoya bit her lip, as she drew the courage to say the next few words, "I think, there was more to that night than what we remember?" Asad frowned at her, unable to grasp the meaning of what she was trying to convey. Zoya looked down at the floor, as her cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, she whispered, "You're going to be a father." Asad stared at her, in shock. His lips slowly broke into a smile, as a tear made its way down his cheek. He engulfed her in another hug, as he cried, Zoya's arms automatically snaked around his neck, as she buried her face into his chest. Asad whispered into her hair, "I love you. I always have and always will." A few tears escaped Zoya's eyes as well, as she pulled back. She stared into Asad's yes, which were now showing all the love in the world she could ask for. She whispered back, "I love you, too." They both just stood there for the next few seconds, gazing at each other lovingly. Asad broke the silence after a while, "We are gonna start afresh. This is a new beginning." He placed one of his hands one her stomach, as she smiled at him, he completed, "A mark to a new life." Asad smiled back at her. Asad wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close in a single tug, he rested his forehead on hers, "I couldn't have asked for anything more." Zoya blushed, slightly. He whispered once again, "I love you."


A people usually say, a rainbow comes after a storm, the same happened with Asad and Zoya. Tanveer lured the two innocent souls into her sinful game, but God punished her by removing her from not only Asad and Zoya's lives, but also pushed her away into imprisonment, where no one would ever face danger, because of her. He also blessed them with their little rainbow, their gleaming ray of love, their little angel, their child. He bestowed a new beginning upon them, a new start to a whole beautiful life ahead of them. If anyone were ever to separate them, I can say for sure, they wouldn't be succeeding any time soon.

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Edited by DoNotDisturb - 10 years ago
Posted: 10 years ago
Entry #3

By : delka

                     Dil  Ka Qarar  
 
 
IT was a SATURDAY night .Rashid KHAN along with his wife Dilshad and  2 kids , 7 years old Asad and 5 years old Najma ...were going back home after attending  a relative's marriage in their home town  BHOPAL .   Dilshad and kids were jolted by the sudden  break applied by Rashid  to stop the car.
 
Kya hua Rashid  ? asked a   shaken  Dilshad 
Footpath par  street  light  ke niche koi  hai  shayad ... hume dekhna  chahiye   said an  uncertain  Rashid .
 
When they reached near the street light ... they saw a woman badly  injured lying  unconscious and beside her a little girl of around 2-3 years  was sitting  and weeping .Dilshad  immediately took the baby girl in her arms .They  took the lady to the hospital but  inpite of all the efforts of the doctors the   lady  succumbed to the injuries. The death of the lady left many questions unanswered.
 
When Dilshad  asked the the baby girl  her name she replied  ...'Zoya' .  From that   day Zoya became a part of the Khan family  .   Almighty ALLAH  filled their hearts  with love  and compassion for the little orphan girl  'ZOYA' .
 
Zoya grew up  be a sweet ,independant ,caring and a cheerful  girl . She was adored by Rashid ,Dilshad and Najma .
 
But  ZOYA was  totally disliked by Rashid's elder sister  ...  SABA  AAPA... She   thought her to be unwanted  and a  burden on the family  but  Zoya  was  always   shielded and protected by Rashid and Dilshad . 
 
Today the KHAN family  had 'DOUBLE  CELEBRATIONs '. Firstly   ASAD came back  home  after completing  his education...  a M.B.A  DEGREE   from  a reputed U.K  university and  Najma 's marriage was fixed in  a respectable  family  of BHOPAL..
 
3 MONTHS  LATER
 
 RASHID  and Dilshad were content with their children's progress in life .ASAD had joined the family business and NAJMA was happily  married .
 
Zoya, Rashid and Dilshad were sipping  coffee ...when suddenly   Dilshad  complained   of uneasiness in the  chest  but  before they could even  understand anything  she suffered  a massive  heart attack  and died .
 
Dishad's sudden and   untimely  death left the KHAN family  devastated. They  were still to overcome the grief and pain .
 
 Meanwhile ,, Saba  aapa got a golden chance to kick Zoya out of the house  citing  the excuse  that how can a outsider  'Zoya ' live in the house which  had no female members.   This will bring  a bad name for the family in the society .  She pressurised Rashid to send  Zoya  to hostel or some other place.
 
In the evening  ..Rashid  announced  his decision which  shocked everyone ...and Saba Aapa the most .😲
Rashid   had   decided for  Asad and  Zoya 's  nikaah  to take place  the very next day.
 
ASAD   and Zoya  were married in a  simple ceremony .It was decided that the   RUKSATI (ie Asad and Zoya living as husband-wife ) will  take place only  after  Zoya  finishes her  education. 
 
THE unexpected nikaah  changed  Zoya . Now a days she was always irritated   and angry  .    Her   grumpy   attitude was noticed by  Rashid and Asad... but they were very  patient with her. 
 
They  knew  was change was not easy to accept.
 
Zoya started  to  hate Asad. She could not even tolerate  his presence  at home .
 
 When Asad  went  to her college  for some important work  she  introduced  Asad as her    "friend's brother    "
 
Asad was bewildered and  angry😡 .. ..he  asked...  bas yahi hai mera introduction ?  bas yahi ahmiyat  (importance ) hai meri ... aapki  zindagi main ?
 
Zoya replied  ... I am getting  late ... and  she left .
 
That evening... Zoya was arranging  the  table for  dinner .  By chance  the hot  soup spilt  on her hand  . Asad wanted to help but  she refused and left for her room.
 
Asad went to her room with ointment but  Zoya screamed  ...aapki  himmat kaise  hui  mere room  main ane  ki ?
Asad  fumed in rage  and said  .. mujhe  kisi ki ijazat nahi  cahiye ...apni biwi  ke room  main aane ke liye . 
..He  forcibly  applied  the ointment  on  Zoya 's hand.
 
Zoya  kya baat hai ... jab se hamari shaadi hui hai  ... u have  changed  ...kya  tumhe  koi aur  pasand  hai  ...  kya  tum  kisi   aur  se shaadi  karna chahti  ho ?  he asked sympathetically.   
 
Zoya was shocked to hear  his questions.  Aap mujhe badnaam  karna chahte hain?   mujhe bad character  ki ladki proove  kar ke  aap mujhe  'Talaq " dena chahte hain ?    ..I knew it from the begining  ...  that i am a burden  on u ... an unwanted  relation  which u only accepted because ur father forced u  .
 
Asad was utterly  surprised with Zoya 's accusations . No  no  ...  maine tumse shaadi  sirf  abbu ke kahne se  nahi  ki hai  .. he started  explaining  ... ye tumhara  misconception hai .
 I married u coz  i knew u were right  for me  ...  the type  of  girl  .. i always  wanted 2 marry ..not just  becoz    Abbu  decided.
 
Why do u hate me  so much  ?  kya main  itna bura hun  ? asked Asad
 
 Nahi ...  i dont  hate u ... i just  want  u  to  be  free and happy ... said  Zoya  and started crying .
 
My happiness is  with  u  Zoya ...  tumne  phupijaan ki baton ko itna seriously  kyun le liya    ?  he asked . 
U r my love ...  u r  my  life ..  i am  incomplete  without  u .   he said... and hugged  her. 
 Sorry   ... said Zoya  ...still  weeping ...  but  Asad's  words comforted  her   anxious  heart .
 
Zoya was relieved of the pain . She  was  very happy  and content with  Asad's  affection and support. 
 
Asad ,   Zoya ke  dilon  ko  Qarar  aa gaya❤️ ... aur  zindagi    bahut saari  khushiyon  ke  saath guzar ne lagi    .😊 

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Entry #4 

By : ForeverYours-

The Grey Area
 

 
We found shelter in some ramshackle motel. It appears to be a pretty popular rest stop for truck drivers and couples on the run.



If you looked from afar, she seemed like the most peaceful soul in the world. Her serenity felt contagious. The emerald green of her lengha that made her skin glow in the soft afternoon light, the way her hair rested effortlessly on her side, and her posture akin a Mallika--she was divine. 



But I didn't miss the way her forehead creased every now and then, and her tight grip on the pillow, the way a few tears slid past her cheek. She was living a nightmare.



But I wouldn't have expected her to react in any other way, she woke up to her death for god's sake. I could only imagine what it would feel like when your body forces you awake to witness your death, hoping your conscious self could do something, anything, only realize that it was all beyond your control. Had I gotten there a second late, I would've joined her...my guilty heart at the very least.



I was hesitant, but when I saw her irritated with an itch the loosely removed dirt caused, the damp towel in my hands made it to her face. Her skin was sinfully soft. If only she would stay like this forever, asleep for me to admire for hours without explanation. 



 
I couldn't help myself from evening out the folds of tension on her forehead and caress her wet cheeks. I wasn't responsible for it, but I was guilty. I would tell her the truth. Something about her furrowed eyebrows made me want to lean in and...




She moved. I flinched. I'm guessing my breath woke her up. There was no backing out now, I would tell her.



***



She slurped the tomato soup, and for once I wasn't annoyed. Her child-like heart was hard to abhor.



"How are you feeling?" 



"I don't know, how does one feel after waking up to their witness their death?"



The dull atmosphere of the room was a pity, really. The experience, if I could even call it that, must have been traumatic without a doubt, but there was something about her that made me want to believe she was strong enough to get through it at an impossible rate. I always seem to forget that she is also just human, and humans are vulnerable, emotional, and sensitive. Every single one. Especially her. The hope that I always found in her eyes made me feel alive, feel human, but it was gone.



Not the ideal time to confess, but I had to get it off my chest. Yes, I was selfish.



"When they... those treacherous basta-" 



"I know," She looked up from her bowl, her eyes were red. "When they cornered us, you were there. It's strange but I had this feeling, I knew I was going to be okay, somehow, someway you'd make it okay. But then when they... when I fainted... the last thing I saw, and the first thing I remembered when I was shocked awake... it was you... walking off..."



"And I want you to know I'm sorry,"



"I guess I can understand, it's not like you could have done anything, one move and they would've shot you. And we'd be discussing this in heaven."



I was in awe. She didn't even consider for a second the disgusting possibility that was the unfortunate reality.



"No... I walked away, by choice rather than desperation. I actually... I was going to leave you there. It was only when I got to the middle of the road that my brain started functioning again, and I realized what atrocious idiocy, if I may use that simple of a term, I was to commit. You would've never known, but I would've never been able to sleep at night if I didn't tell you."



She looked at me for a silent moment, she was trying to figure out how to react. Without uttering a single word she turned to her soup, and this time, there was no slurp.



"I... I just wanted to confess. And trust me when I say this, although you don't have much of a reason too, I regret it and I always will. I'm sorry,"



"I know,"



***



She leaned against the headboard, contemplating my image from above as I laid a sheet on the floor for the night.



"You can sleep up here if want," she offered.



"I'll pass,"



"You don't want to?"



"I don't think I'll be able too," I turned to lock the door. Her eyes never left me, once. I wondered if I wanted to know what she was thinking. She brought together the curtains and looked straight into my eyes for the first time that night. I watched her eyes make a decision but she still looked confused.



I blew out the candle and lay flat on the ground, the cover still at my feet, the cheap motel pillow harder than the floor. She faced the window, leaving me to find comfort at the sight of her back. I attempted to entertain myself with the bland ceiling wondering if we'd would ever return to "normal". Granted our relationship had never been what they'd consider normal, but I wouldn't want it like that anyways, I wanted our "normal". I erred, it was unforgivable, but I don't know why I deep down somewhere I hoped she would. But again, I had to remind myself, she is only human.



It was then that she turned over to my side.



A special human.



Her eyes were open, and not bothering to be discreet her hand reached out from above.
 
 
 
And there in that cheap on-the-road-motel in Mangalpur, with her hand in mine, held between the still existing barrier of the floor and the bed, I realized that between black and white there was a grey area.
 
 
 
We were there.

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Edited by DoNotDisturb - 10 years ago
Posted: 10 years ago
Entry 5#

By : asya1fan4lyf

Our Dysfunctional Utopia


 

She has come back. Despite living under the same roof again for nearly a month we have not talked. Of anything extraordinary that is.

 

She has come for Ayaan and Humeira's wedding. Because of this, it would seem redundant for her to be staying at our residence, but it would be absolutely illogical, had she not.

 

All was said and done 2 years ago, the hurtful words and unspoken "sorry's", the betrayal of who was once a dear friend, and above all, an unneeded event that put the word "ridiculous" to shame. We were both to blame, but as I see it one exceptionally more than the other. And then she did, what even I, despite my feelings felt was right for her to do.

 

She left.

 

Yet the uneasiness the events had brought remained. Overstayed its welcome. Even now, when she was back, in front of me sipping her morning cup with her soul mate, if I may, in hand. I most probably shall never see a couple so perfect for each other as Ms. Farooqui and her I-pad.

 

Slight comic relief is necessary when the weight of words become too burdensome to carry.

 

But she had been carrying the burden of her unspoken words for far too long, to the point where her fatigue after a mere exchange of greetings was noticeable. Expecting her to have the courage to love me once more is something I cannot do. I cannot blame her for being human, for being able to feel, and to want to avoid pain, as that is all my fate has allowed me to give her.  

 

Although I do feel helpless when I see her struggling, fighting with herself. It must be indefinably difficult to have to fight your own heart. I have known this feeling, but in different context, at a different time, when love was an emotion foreign and romance nothing but a caricature of stupidity. For now, my only occupation is to obey the commands of my heart, to not be foolish once more. Yet all it tells me of is my undying love for her, its only command is to love her.


And I will. Always did, always have, and always will. For as long as my heart shall beat, literal and figurative.

 

And over these past 2 years I realized that love was not exactly selfless, if anything it was selfish. Its greed lied in the happiness of the one who had conquered your kingdom. And she had conquered my lonely kingdom in a battle I was destined to lose. A perfect kingdom, was a philosophical thought and an impossible reality. But under her reign, perfection feels unnecessary.

 

She has not gone into a stereotypical and cliched heartbroken shell as one would assume, no not at all. She has matured, in two years she has become the dutiful lady I wanted to see her transform into myself. She is still as sarcastic as ever, unapologetic, opinionated, and disagreeable. Ammi would have been proud and I... I wouldn't have wanted to see her any other way.

 

But if I may use the overused phrase myself, when she is with me, "her smile does not reach her eyes." Perhaps she does not allow it to.

 

With the half bitten toast still in my hands, I looked back at her seat, the same one she had 2 years ago, the sight of an empty but used chair greeted my eyes. I shall go shower, for it is unfortunate, but my "manly fragrance" was not invited to thesangeet.

 

-~-~-~

 

Though she will always look beautiful to me, I would find it disgustingly insulting to her if I do not acknowledge the fact that today, she looked impossible. Surreal. Like a figment of my imagination. I was afraid she'd disappear if I dare blinked.

 

She was wearing some color, it did not matter which, it was the way she wore it that left me without words to praise. Her poise, the way her eyes spoke, the way her lips observed, the way her heart smiled...mesmerized was a gross attempt describing my situation.

 

She stood in front of me and finally spoke,

 

"It was not effortlessly done," she waited patiently.

 

"Yes of course, but it was worth your while. There could not be a better endowment for the eyes. "

 

"You are very generous with your words Mr. Khan,"

 

"I beg to differ with you on that front, Ms. Farooqui,"

 

"Please do not bother straining yourself with the endeavor, it would not be worthyour while," She distastefully said, almost stated.

 

Her distance, I understood. Her detachment, I understood. I would learn to understand it all.

But her belief that I felt the same way, I could not. Nor could I accept it.

 

"And what makes you so sure of that?"

 

 

"Mr. Khan we both know you have better things to do than to be standing here about discussing the degree in which you have or should praise me," She simply stated, her audacious eyes looking into mine after that lie that once again, she almost made sound like a statement.

 

 

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hurt.

 

 

"If that is what you believe," I captured the brilliance of her eyes, hoping it would last me a lifetime knowing very well it would absolutely not, "...then I must inform you that you are wrong. I would not ever have anything better to do when it came to you." I stated leaving for the car.

 

 

To please you, to cherish you, and to love you.

 

 

"And why is that!" I heard her from the door.

 

 

Why was she doing this? Why was she making it harder than it already was, more difficult for me to give her what she wanted?

 

 

"I asked you a question Mr. Khan? Why am I, anything related to me, any sort of priority in your eyes?"

 

"You know the answer to that Ms. Farooqui,"

 

"I did Mr. Khan, at one point I did. But today I don't nor do I have the right to."


And that was all that I would tolerate. 


"You will always have the right to know Ms. Farooqui. And in this matter, my life nor death had any significance," I went out of limits and flowered her face between the leaves of my palms. She fought with the tears that were threatening to fall. "Zoya, I let you go because you wanted to live without being hurt. I am not pursuing you because my love does not allow me to be so self-centered. But I want you to be free from the misconception that my feelings have changed even the slightest in these two years. Zoya Farooqui, it has been you, from the very moment I even began to fathom this captivating and consuming feeling that has hysterically taken over me body and soul. I love you Zoya, my feelings for you are timeless, without a tense. And that is the one and only explanation, the only truth of my existence."

 

She didn't speak. She just cried. Her tears went from a trickle to a storm. Her resolve had been broken, the unspoken words had been uttered, and she had been defeated. I felt guilty until I felt her embrace, warm against the refreshing foggy Bhopal morning, it was one of a victor.

 

"I tried, I tried so very hard..." she cried.

 

"Shh..." I caressed her long tresses. Only I know, how severely I had longed for this. The fulfilling pleasure I felt at that moment, with her in my arms, succumbing to her heart, it felt absurd. As if it was all an illusion.

 

"I love you," she cried, "I love you more than you can imagine Asad, I always have," her sobs became uncontrollable. "Why do I love you so much?" Her grip grew tighter.

 

"I'm not going anywhere," I assured her.

 

She didn't assure me of the same. But she didn't refute either. The kiss was muddled with emotions, it resembled the fog. Unclear. Unsure. Disfigured and flawed. But still there.

 

Existing. 


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Entry #6

By : HallyH

                      Side By Side

A few weeks ago something happened that changed the lives of the Khan's in this house and that house. Many will say this is what they chose. Other's will say sacrifices were made. Asad Ahmed Khan thinks otherwise. Sacrifices weren't made as it was a mutual decision made by him and Zoya. Or that's what he keeps telling himself.

'Qubool Hai' kept ringing in his head. Hearing his love say them to his brother. Oh how his heart breaks. Frustrated that all he can hear is those words, Asad flings the chair across the room and all the content on his table and falls to the floor breaking down.

Zoya Farooqui was no longer Zoya Farooqui. She was Zoya AYAAN Ahmed Khan not Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan. Just hearing the Qazi call her that made her virtually want to throw up. From the house that brought her happiness to the house that she already feels sad in. How will she cope?
She needs to leave. She is in the wrong house. She should be with her Mr Khan getting married to him not to his brother. She needs to see her Mr Khan or speak to him ktherwise she will go crazy. Alone in her 'room', she calls the only man she will ever love. 

Asad's phone starts ringing and he sees who is calling. Her name on his phone is enough to make his heart skip a beat. He answers the call but can't find the words to reply. 
He starts to cry over the phone

Zoya barely can hold it together that when she hears her Mr Khan crying, she lets it all out. For minutes, they both sat there crying over the phone.

'Come and get me, Mr Khan. Without you I will die', Zoya pleads and begs through the phone.
'Zoya. We made the decision. For the sake of my sister. You have to stay with Ayaan now.' These words barely came out his mouth. 

'I can't do it. Be with another man. Let him touch me when I wish it was your touch I am feeling? You want me to let him kiss me knowing I will always be thinking of you? You want me to an unhappy life with YOUR brother for the sake of your sister? I can't. I can't. I won't Mr Khan I WON'T!' Zoya literally screamed down the phone. 

Asad closed his eyes trying not to imagine his brother and his Zoya together. The thought made him sick. No man should be able to touch or kiss Zoya except him. 'Listen to me Zoya, you have to. Nikhat will try to commit suicide again. If the Nikah with Farhan breaks, I don't think she will be able to cope' Asad reasoned with Zoya hoping it would get through to her as if it didn't he would most likely not control himself and run to be with his beloved. Heck he wanted to be with her now. He always dreamt and felt this time the Nikah would've been the best day of his life.. And his first night with her would have been magical. Now all those thoughts and dreams were shattered. He was still in his thoughts when he heard a voice on the phone.

'Come and get her Bhaijaan.' Nikhat spoke as Zoya turned around to see her. 'I will be fine. Seriously Bhaijaan who am I to stand in the way of you and Zoya and Ayaan and Humeira? If rishta breaks then it breaks. There are many more people that will have me if Haseena Bi's family don't. Bhaijaan, what I did was stupid and I won't do it again. You deserve to be happy with Zoya'.

Asad listened to Nikhat's every word. She is trying to hold it together while speaking. But even if Zoya and him wanted to be together they can't. She is married now.
'Zoya and Ayaan are married now. We cannot get together ever' Zoya breaks down hearing this.

'I want to divorce you' Ayaan speaks out holding Humeira's hand. Zoya smiles at them both through her tears. She runs towards them and hugs them.

Asad listens on the phone as both say Talak three times to each other. And runs out of his house. To be with her.
Zoya runs past them all and Ayaan and Humeira walk off to Ayaan's room while failing to notice Nikhat who is tying one side of her scarf around her neck and the other to the ceiling fan.

Zoya and Asad run as fast as they can. Both running to find each other. 'Zoyaaa' Asad screams lookin for her. He needs to hold her!
Zoya hears his voice and runs in the direction. Drops of snowflakes fell and it started to snow heavily. She needs to find him quickly before she falls. With the snow 3 inches deep , she stops in her track once she sees him standing on the other side of the road. His eyes were red from the crying and so was hers. Both walked towards each other and failed to see the car that swerved around the corner and collided into them. 

The world had turned cold. Not because of the weather. Because it had lost two people who had meant a lot to everyone. Life is very short and the card destiny had played, only destiny itself can save you. However, destinys cruel card meant Asad amd Zoya are now n more in this world but in the next world, they live side by side.

THE END

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Edited by DoNotDisturb - 10 years ago
Posted: 10 years ago
Entry #7

By : stereohearts200

                   Kal Ho Naa Ho

"It's only a contract. It's best that you keep that in mind." Zoya's lips quivered, she didn't know how she'd got herself into all that mess. The man who'd once claimed to love her, had also turned out to be the man who would hurt her most. Zoya clasped her mouth, to stop those sobs which were threatening to escape her lips, she squeezed her eyes shut, as the tears rolled down her cheeks. He stoically said, "There used to be a time when you meant more than the world to me, but I never in my life thought you would be the one who would betray me." Zoya screamed, "But what did I do?! How did I betray you?!" Asad's eyes filled up with tears, but they mostly out of anger, he gritted his teeth and hissed at her, "So, you really don't know?" Zoya shook her head, indicating a no. His fists clenched tightly into a ball, he whispered, as a few tears escaped his eyes, "Traitor."


Asad's fists met with a wall, once again. His eyes were bloodshot, he collapsed on his bed, as his fists made contact with the hard surface of the wall, for the last time. He screamed out in frustration, as tears slid down his cheeks. His heart had shattered the very second the bitter revelation of Zoya's true nature had been thrown at him. His heart filled with a stabbing pain, every time he reminisced their sweet, love filled past. He'd thought that those hard core walls that he'd built around his heart, had finally been broken down, but they'd enclosed his heart, once again, after being betrayed by the very woman who taught him to see the world around him. He sat up on his bed and sobbed, his head in his hands. His agonized heart was screaming in pain, he found that same curse of a memory flooding into his mind, yet again. If only he could look further into the deep realms of the fateful secret...


Tanveer thrust the recorder into his hands, her heart jumping in triumph. Asad stared at her quizzically, he asked her, "What's this, Tannu?" Tanveer immediately soured her expression and replied in fake bitterness, "I'm sorry, Jammy. Please, don't ask me anything. Just listen to the recording, you will understand everything." Asad's eyebrows furrowed, as he tried to make meaning out of her unclear statement. He looked down at the recorder, he slowly brought his hand up and pressed the play button. A familiar voice rung into his ears, "Here, take this money. Once my marriage with Mr. Khan is completed, you can have the rest of it." Asad's eyes widened in shock, as he heard the next words, "God! I need to pretend that I love that man, for all that money he has! If he finds out about my actual intentions...well, I guess, I still have a plan, I'm Zoya Farooqui, right? I'll just threaten him, saying that I'll kill his mother and sister." The recorder fell out of Asad's hands. He looked up at Tanveer, utterly shocked. Tanveer placed her hand on Asad's shoulder, as she feigned sympathy, "Jammy, now you know who she actually is. It's best that you report her to the police, right away." Asad stared at the recorder lying on the floor, he whispered in shock, "I'm not believing this." Tanveer sighed and held out a picture in front of him, to see. Asad stared at the picture, there she was, handing over money to some guy. Tanveer cunningly asked, "Now, what do you say, Jammy? Report her to the police." Asad took the picture in his hands and blankly stared at it, he replied, "No, if she actually does something to my ammi, or Najma, I'll never be able to forgive myself. I'll marry her, but it'll only be a contract, I'll hand her over to the police when I'm sure that she won't be able to harm my family."


13 days later

Asad caught hold of Zoya and yelled into her face, "Why do you act like you're innocent?! I have the proof right in my hands and you still have the audacity to defend yourself?!" "That is a fake picture, that's not me! As for the recording, that's not my voice either! Someone is setting me up!", screamed  a distraught Zoya. Asad glared at her at her, disgusted by her trail of never ending lies. "The contract ends tomorrow. We're no longer husband and wife. The police can deal with you, now. If I even see you get just anywhere close to my family, I'll kill you and I mean that.", he hissed. He walked away, leaving a completely broken Zoya behind. She stared at his retreating form, her lips quivering. She slowly walked towards the dining table, staring at a knife glimmering under the morning rays of the sun. She kept her fixed on it, for a few seconds before picking it up. Just out of a hunch, Asad turned around. The next thing he knew, blood was shooting out of Zoya's wrist, her body lying motionless on the floor.


5 hours later:

Asad held his head in his hands and cried, he'd thought of Zoya to be a traitor, but when the truth had hit him, it had left him shattered. The woman he'd considered as a murderer, had taught him in an extremely painful way, that she wasn't the beast that he'd thought her to be. The very thought of losing her made his whole body shudder. He couldn't lose her after all the agony that he'd made her face, for no fault of hers. The operation theatre's door opened and the surgeon walked out. Asad immediately jumped up and bombarded the doctor with questions, "Doctor, is she fine? Can I see her now? Is she awake?" She smiled at him, "Yes, she's fine and you may go and see her, but she's very weak, at the moment. Please keep her away from any sort of stress." Asad nodded and rushed into the room, only to find her staring into thin air, tears streaming down her cheeks. He took short, careful steps towards her. He stopped at her bedside and softly called out, "Zoya?" She looked up at him, Asad felt a huge stab at his heart, as those tormented eyes bore into his own. His voice cracked as tears made their way to his eyes, "Are you ok?" "That wouldn't be your concern.", she replied, bitterly. Asad was taken aback, with the harshness of her voice, he sat down beside her and took hold of one of her hands, but Zoya was quick to shrug herself away. She moved away to the other end of the bed, keeping as much as distance as she could, from him. Asad slowly whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for every single time I hurt you in the past three months. I'm sorry for not trusting you." Zoya stared at him, perplexed, she didn't know what he was apologizing for. After all, he thought of her as an ungrateful, cheap beast. Asad hung his head in shame and quietly said, "I should have believed you, when you said that someone had set you up. Tanveer had planned all of this."


Dilshaad was too shocked to recover from the impact of what she'd just heard. She looked at Asad and asked, with no sort of expression of playing on her face, "Your and Zoya's marriage was just based on a contract?" Asad nodded, staring at the floor, Dilshaad further questioned, "And you broke the girl's heart, because you heard a recording which sounded faintly like Zoya's voice and a picture where you can't even see the girl's face clearly?" Asad didn't respond for this question, Dilshaad's voice cracked as she asked the next question, "Now, she's so broken that she wanted to commit suicide and she's battling for her life, right now. Whose fault is that?" Asad hung his head in shame. For him, it might have been Zoya who'd committed the crime in the first place, but he couldn't help but feel guilty. Dilshaad stared at her son, as tears rolled down her cheeks, she whispered in between in her tears, "Is this what I taught you?" Asad kept mum, as a few tears escaped his eyes. Dilshaad was about leave, but right then, something struck her. She quickly walked up to Asad and snatched the photo out of his hand, she stared at the photo for a few seconds, before yelling, "Tanveer!"


A resounding slap echoed through the living room, as Dilshaad's hand met with Tanveer's face. She caught her by her shoulders and shook her vigorously, she bellowed at her, "You did this to Zoya didn't you?! You betrayer!" Asad rushed over to his infuriated mother and tried free Tanveer from her grip. He yelled, "Ammi! What are you saying?! What has Tanveer got to do in this?! All she did was help us!" "No, she didn't!", she retorted. She turned over and looked at Asad, with furious eyes, she thrust the photo back into his hand and screamed, "This photo is fake! The person in the photo is actually Tanveer!" Asad's eyes darted over to the photo and back to Dilshaad. He stared at her in confusion, Dilshaad pointed to the ring on Tanveer's ring finger, on her left hand and then she placed the tip of her finger on the ring on the left hand of the girl in the photo. "They're the same. It's Tanveer.", she said. Asad's eyes widened in blatant shock, his eyes sprang up to meet with Tanveer, whose face had gone red with rage. She was scowling at Dilshaad, hatefully. Asad walked up to her and grabbed her shoulders, "Why did you do this?! Why?!" Tanveer shrugged him off and screamed into his face, "To marry you!"


Asad squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the memory of the next series of events. "I'm sorry.", he whispered, again, as more tears made their way to his eyes. Zoya was pretty shaken, herself. Her lips quivered in fear, as she tried to find her voice, "Ta...Tanveer did this? But...but what did I ever do to her?" "Nothing.", Asad replied, "She wanted to get rid of you, so that she could marry me, for my money and for her illegitimate child." Zoya stared at him in shock, she asked, "Illegitimate child?" Asad nodded and replied, "She was that cheap, I was a fool to have ever trusted her. But she's the past, we should move on." Asad's hand, made it's way towards Zoya's, he gently curled his fingers around her hand and whispered, "I wanna start again." Zoya looked away, she didn't know if she could forgive him after all the insults and pain that she'd been through in the past months, because of his mistrust on her. Asad could see the dilemma she was in, through the confusion clearly written on her face. His hands made their way over to her face and caressed her cheeks, he begged, "Please, just give me this one last chance to correct myself." Zoya looked at Asad with teary eyes. "Please?", he asked again. Zoya reluctantly nodded, a minute smile playing upon her lips. Asad wrapped both his arms around her waist and crushed her against him, in a hug. She was a little taken aback, with his force, but she soon relaxed and laid her head on his chest, with her palms resting on his shoulders. They parted after a little while and Asad caressed her cheeks again , he leaned forward a little and rested his forehead on hers, "I love you." Zoya smiled at him, tearfully. He'd finally uttered those three words that she been dying to hear. He asked her, "Aren't you going to say anything?" Zoya shook her head, indicating a no. Asad smiled at her and replied, "You'll have to say it someday, or the other." Zoya pounced on to him and engulfed him in a hug, once again, burying her face into his shoulder. Asad ran his hand over her back, while stroking her head, affectionately. He whispered into her hair, "We were made for each other. No one's gonna separate us now.", Zoya smiled against his shoulder and replied, "Stop being so cheesy." "I'm not being cheesy, I'm just saying the truth.", he replied, smiling widely. Zoya shrugged, still hugging him, "Whatever." He pulled away, his expression turning serious once again. Zoya's forehead creased in confusion, as she noticed his eyes well up, once again. He said, "I need you to make a promise on something." "On what?", she asked. He whispered, as his voice cracked, "I need you to promise that you'll never hurt yourself again. Never."  Zoya smiled and took his hand in hers, she replied, "I promise, I'll never hurt myself, again. Happy?" Asad smiled at her, contentedly. "I love you.", he stated, once again.


And that is where their story began, it began with togetherness. After living through a nightmare, their dream had finally come, but only that it was a dream that they were to live, for real. They were tied together forever, by one bond. Their never ending ocean of love, for each other.

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Entry #8

By : Preet.Kc

The Sunshine Of His Life

 

A man lost in his thought was looking out the window; the snow was falling on the ground forming a white blanket, covering with it the colors of nature. The winter had come yet again, bringing with its memories. A period when he experienced the biggest pain in this world, the pain of losing someone, someone which is really close to your heart, someone who is your life, your world, without whom you can't even breath for a second.

Asad Ahmed Khan was standing in front of a huge window of his room in Shimla, wearing a grey waist coat above a white shirt, white just like the snow, and grey pants.

He turned and rested his back against the window frame "I'm missing you" he whispered looking at the photo frame on the bed side table. Of course he was missing her; she was his life, his world.

He moved toward the table and took the photo into his hands, "Zoya, how would it be if you were here!" he murmured caressing the frame gently, he was looking at the picture of a girl, correction his girl; she was his girl, his everything, his first love.

Asad moved to the window and looking at the picture he said "it was a night like this, a cold winter's night when I . . ." the words died in his throat as the memories of that night started running in his mind:

 

"Miss Farooqi, what is this" Asad yelled entering her room without even knocking, "don't be smart" he muttered seeing her sitting on her bed with her beck to him, she didn't reacted even a bit making his irritation rise till his head, he glared at her with angry eyes and moved to her "if you think I will let it pass then you are wrong" he said putting a hand on her shoulder, making her jump on the other side of the bed screaming "aah!!!"

Zoya was listening music on her iPod, when suddenly she felt someone gripping her shoulder tightly, she just jumped on the other side of the bed while her heart was beating fast, she rotated and found Asad staring at her with an are you normalexpression, "you scared the hell out of me Mr. Khan" she complained putting a hand on her heart and trying to make her breath normal.

"Can you explain this to me?" he said coming toward her and hinting to something in his hand, it was a piece of cloth different shades of color.

"Oh that Mr. Khan" she said taking little steps toward him hesitantly, "seems like you have to buy a new one" she said giving him a nervous smile and putting her iPod on the edge of the bed

"How it happened Miss Farooqi" Asad asked arching his brows and showing her the piece of cloth

"The way it is supposed to happen Mr. Khan" she said raising her shoulders "I wander how can he run an empire, when he is not able to figure out a simple thing like this" she thought looking at him staring at the cloth with a disgusting look.

"Stop calling me Mr. Khan" he warned her taking a step toward her

"You stop calling me Miss. Farooqi first" she said pointing a finger toward him and taking a step backwards "at least I'm calling you with your surname" she added looking at his raised brows

"Well I too am calling you with your surname, this doesn't have sense" he said shaking his head "she is really weird" he thought

"Well" she said taking a step toward him, "I'm going to be Mrs. Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan in few hours, so you are calling me with the wrong surname" she said opening her arms

"Well, would-be-Mrs. Khan" Asad said pulling her toward him from her wrist "technically you are not my wife yet" he said lifting his brows and smirking at her, he made her turn, now her back was against his toned chest, he encircled his hands around her waist and rested them on her flat belly "I swear, I can't wait for that moment, when you will be my wife" he whispered into her ear sending a shiver down her spin, she could read between the lines, her cheeks turned crimson red, she closed her eyes when she felt his lips brushing her neck.

"Asad"

She freed herself from his manly hold when he got distracted by Dilshaad's voice "stay in your limits" she said turning to him with a finger pointed on his chest

"And what if I don't want to be?" Asad said mischievously taking a step toward her

"From where did the sun raise today" she thought looking at him with a sunned expression

"look Mr. Khan, maybe I look modern, which actually I am, but this doesn't mean I can let you do what you want" Zoya blabbered going backwards till she didn't hit the edge of the bed

"oh really" he asked arching his one brow, seeing her nodding he added "well who was the one who sneaked into my room last night" her jaw dropped and eyes winded.

"oh that" she said putting her index finger on her right cheek "actually Mr. Khan I didn't sneak into your room, I just come to check if you remember to collect your sherwani" she managed to come up with a reasonable excuse.

Asad looked at her with an "unbelievable" expression.

"Asad where are you?" Dilshaad's voice echoed in the house

"see you later, don't be late" he said tapping her nose and making her blush furiously; Asad started walking toward the door, leaving a day dreaming Zoya behind, "By the way, how did you managed to ruin my favorite shirt" he asked reaching the door and turning toward her

"I washed it with Najma's Anarkali and its color went on your shirt" she said locking her strands behind the ear nervously, fearing for his temper, Asad shock his head "next time don't try to wash any of my cloths, I don't want to go around appearing like a parrot" and with that he left her room, making her fume in anger "I was just trying to help you Mr. Akkru Ahmed Khan" she yelled and slammed the door of her room.

"Yeh kabhi nahi sudhre ge" Dilshaad said after hearing Zoya's voice and after few second Asad's reply and yet again another fight took place.

* * *

 

All were waiting for Zoya to come and celebrate the wedding ceremonies, "seems like Miss Farooqi forgot that today is our wedding" Asad cursed going back and further at the entrance of the hotel, with his head bend on his phone, he was trying to call her for past one hour, but her phone was out of reach.

His phone started ringing, he looked at the screen Miss. Farooqi was flashing on it, and he took the call

"Where are you? Get yourself here soon" he blasted not even letting her say anything

"Mr. Khan right?" someone asked fearfully from the other end

"Yes" Asad replied confused, he again looked at his phone's screen and he can clearly see Zoya's number "who are you? And how did you get that phone" he asked while a strange feeling was invading his body, he felt like he was losing something, something important, but what?

Well he didn't need to wait for long, since the reply come from the other end of the phone "Sir I'm calling you to inform that she had an accident, I just took her to the hospital and she's critical" Asad felt like someone had just stabbed his heart mercilessly, his hold on the phone loosened and it fell on the ground, Asad stayed numb, his eyes lost their spark, he fall on the floor on his keens screaming "NO!!!!" with all his force.

 

 

Dilshaad, Najma and Asad were sitting outside the operation theatre and were waiting for the doctors to come out and say something on Zoya's condition, Dilshaad looked at her son and putting a hand on his shoulder she whispered "She is strong and I know my Allah will never let anything happens to her" Asad didn't moved an inch, his mind was filled with her memories, she is the one who brought colors into his black and white life, just like she managed to turn his white shirt into a multicolor mess, he smiled when the scene comes to his mind, she is the warm into his cold life, so how can she leave him like this, after teaching him how to smile, how to find solace in  small things that life offers you "no she can't leave me" his brain cried, and he get up, he was going to leave from there when the operation theatre's door got open and the doctor come out, Dilshaad and Najma run to him.

"How's my Zoya" Dilshaad asked to the doctor

"We did our best, but we can't . . ." the doctor was cut off

"Nothing is going to happen to her, nothing, she can't go like this" Asad yelled at the doctor grabbing his collar.

 

 

 

 

"I told you guys that we would find him like this" a voice brought Asad back from his reveries; he turned toward the door of his room and was surprised to see the sight before him.

"What are you doing here?" he yelled going toward the people that had just entered his room

"We come to give you company Mr. Khan" Zoya said smiling brightly at him

"Zoya are you mad?" Asad asked reaching her "don't you know that it's not safe to travel in a weather like this with a baby" he took the baby from her hands and kissing his forehead he looked at Zoya with an exasperated look, the baby gurgled at him and hold his index finger when he tried to caress his cheek "I can expect this madness from her, but not from you two" he added looking at the other two souls standing next to Zoya.

"Bhai Jaan we have taken the necessary precautions before traveling with the baby and I know you were missing Bhabhi jaan so we come" Ayaan said winking at his brother and making Zoya's cheek turn pink.

"I hope for you Ayaan" Asad warned his brother, even though from inside he was really happy to see his family there, with him.

"Salaam Walaykum Bhai Jaan" Humeira said smiling at him, and at the same time try to stop Ayaan from saying anything further.

"I don't know how you handle this clown of a brother I have" Asad replied shaking his head and making Ayaan's jaw drop while Humeira and Zoya burst out laughing.

And all moved into the room and started asking how he was and what he did till now.

"Okay Bhai Jaan you guys carry one, we are going" said Ayaan getting up after few minutes of chatting

"You are going already back?" Asad asked confused sitting on the chair with the baby into his lap

"Who said we are going back, no ways, we are going to stay here" Ayaan said winking at Asad, try to hint something that he didn't get, Asad looked at him with an annoyed expression "care to explain"

"they are going to stay in a hotel" Zoya explained looking at Asad's confused face, she took the baby from his hands and get up to put him on the bed as he was fast asleep.

"Why in a hotel? You can stay here" Asad said looking at Ayaan and Humeira, he too gets up and moved toward the bed.

"Thanks for the offer Bhai Jaan, but I want to celebrate my honeymoon, alone" Ayaan completed, getting weird looks from the other three "I mean just me and Humeira" he added after realizing what he said.

"But you just had a honeymoon two months ago?" Asad stated helping Zoya to adjust the baby on the bed.  

"well Bhai Jaan the thing is that" Ayaan said taking Humeira's hand and started moving backwards "you had already your bundle of joy, but we not, so we have to try to get it" Ayaan said in one breath and rushed out of the room dragging Humeira with him, and leaving a traumatized Asad behind "really he said those words" he thought with his gaze still on the closed door.

"And what are you thinking" Zoya asked searching for another duvet, the weather was really cold, and she didn't want her little baby to fall sick, because if it happens Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan will raise the whole Shimla on his head.

"nothing, why do you never listen to me Zoya?" he said coming to her and helping her to take down the duvet from the shelf, "I always listen to you Mr. Khan, the different is that I listen to your heart and not what you say, I know you were missing us so we come" she replied turning to him and giving him a heartwarming smile, he hugged her tightly, she was right, he was desperately missing them, they are his life, his wife and his son, if before it was just her now there was their son too, they are his everything, his world, his own heaven on earth where he can refuge from the outside world, where he is just a caring husband and lovely father.

He pulled from the hug and kissing her forehead whispered "thanks for always listening  to my heart" he started stroking her cheek with his knuckles, he looked into her deep and expressive eyes, he can see love, concern for him into them, just with her mere presence she is able to solace his heart, just by saying his name she is able to soothe him and just by a kiss she is able to erase his pain; indeed she is his soul mate, she is able to understand him just by a glance,  none can take her place, none can be like her, she is unique piece, a little crazy but a lot caring.  

Asad bend his head a little and took her bottom lips into his, he sucked it gently, waking deep desires in her, she clutched his shirt and started responding to the kiss, which started as a gentle kiss soon turned into a passionate one, they were communicating throw their kiss, they were saying how much they missed each other, how much they are important for each other, but especially how much they love each other. After a long kiss they pulled apart to catch breath  "Thanks for being my sunshine on the coldest days" he whispered resting his head against hers, finally Asad's heart felt at home, finally he was complete. 


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Edited by DoNotDisturb - 10 years ago
Posted: 10 years ago
Entry #9

By : HallyH


              
                 Love Conquers All


A few weeks ago something happened that changed the lives of the Khan's in this house and that house. Many will say this is what they chose. Other's will say sacrifices were made. Asad Ahmed Khan thinks otherwise. Sacrifices weren't made as it was a mutual decision made by him and Zoya. Or that's what he keeps telling himself.

'Qubool Hai' kept ringing in his head. Hearing his love say them to his brother. Oh how his heart breaks. Frustrated that all he can hear is those words, Asad flings the chair across the room and all the content on his table and falls to the floor breaking down.

Zoya Farooqui was no longer Zoya Farooqui. She was Zoya AYAAN Ahmed Khan not Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan. Just hearing the Qazi call her that made her virtually want to throw up. From the house that brought her happiness to the house that she already feels sad in. How will she cope?
She needs to leave. She is in the wrong house. She should be with her Mr Khan getting married to him not to his brother. She needs to see her Mr Khan or speak to him ktherwise she will go crazy. Alone in her 'room', she calls the only man she will ever love. 

Asad's phone starts ringing and he sees who is calling. Her name on his phone is enough to make his heart skip a beat. He answers the call but can't find the words to reply. 
He strts to cry over the phone

Zoya barely can hold it together that when she hears her Mr Khan crying, she lets it all out. For minutes, they both sat there crying over the phone.

'Come and get me, Mr Khan. Without you I will die', Zoya pleads and begs through the phone.
'Zoya. We made the decision. For the sake of my sister. You have to stay with Ayaan now.' These words barely came out his mouth. 

'I can't do it. Be with another man. Let him touch me when I wish it was your touch I am feeling? You want me to let him kiss me knowing I will always be thinking of you? You want me to an unhappy life with YOUR brother for the sake of your sister? I can't. I can't. I won't Mr Khan I WON'T!' Zoya literally screamed down the phone. 

Asad closed his eyes trying not to imagine his brother and his Zoya together. The thought made him sick. No man should be able to touch or kiss Zoya except him. A scream drew him out of his thoughts.

'FIRE! FIRE!!' Zoya was screaming. Was the house on fire? He was about to ask her what happened when the phone got cut off. 'ZOYA!! ZOYAA' Asad screamed on the dead phone. He could not just sit there. He had to see if everything was OK.

Asad ran outside his house and ran towards the house he vowed never to enter again. But his love was in danger. He had to.

As Asad reached the house, he saw fire coming from every window. Shireen was outside screaming and crying over what was happening. He didn't even ask Shireen where was Zoya as he couldn't see her around. He ran in the house unable to hear the voices behind him shouting 'Asad, Zoya is here!'

Asad ran into the building, looking in every room for her. She wasn't there. He was beginning to lose his patience when he heard her voice. It sounded like it was coming from outside. 'Asaddd, ASAADDD' he could hear Zoya calling him from outside. She was safe. Asad was gonna run outside to hold her when the fire blocked the door and trapped him inside it.

Zoya seeing all this was freaking out. It brought back memories of when she was young. How she got those scars and how she lost her family in that fire. Seeing Asad stuck in the fire, there was no chance in hell she is going to let that happen again.

Zoya jumped inside from the nearest window and looked for her Mr Khan. 'Mr Khan, Mr Khan! Where are you?!' The fire began to rise and Zoya was getting more and more scared. 
Asad could hear her voice. Maybe he was hallucinating he tought to himself. But her voice got louder. She was here. In the house? She ran into the fire??? Asad stood up and ran to the door that he could hear her voice from. 'Zoyaaa! What have you done? You came through the fire for me??'' He was behind the door. She tried opening the door and it was not budging! 'I would do anything for you Mr Khan! If we can survive near death experiences in Mangalpur and our horrific time after our first attempt at Nikkah, What is fire to that Mr Khan?'

'Zoya, stand back!' Asad kicked and kicked the door as Zoya stood back. But it wasn't budging at all. Asad gave up. There was no way he could escape. 'Zoya, you get out! I am stuck here. Get out the way you come from. I want you to live your lofe without me but never forget me Zoya!' Asad was in tears saying this. It had come to this. 

'No Mr Khan! I am going nowhere without you. My whole life and til my last breath, I will spend with you. Don't gkve up Mr Khan! I lost my Abbu and Ammi, I am NOT gonna lose you!' Zoya broke down. She can't handle losing Asad too as well as her Ammi and Abbu.

This gave Asad strength to fight. Zoya had lost so much already and without him, where will she go. He kicked and kicked and tried everything. He sees a chair and the corner of his eye and grabs it and chucks it at the door breaking the door in progress.

Zoya and Asad finally see each other. And both run and hug each other. 'Let's go, Miss Farooqui' Asad says grabbing her hand and running as the house is going to collapse in any minute. Both run to the window and fet out and just as they get out, the house explodes and Asad and Zoya jump to escape the explosion. 

Both have injuries and although scars may still be there for a long time, when Asad and Zoya are together, their Love conquers all.

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Edited by DoNotDisturb - 10 years ago
Posted: 10 years ago
Last date for voting - 18th October.

Results will be announced on the 22nd of October. There will be ONE winner. And the judges will decide on Other Special Mentions.
Edited by DoNotDisturb - 10 years ago
Posted: 10 years ago
I would like to thank -RD- & the development team for giving me permission to start the contest.

I would also like to thank ALL the participants for sending in your entries and taking the initiative to participate and entertain your readers. 

Thank You!

-Manjari
Edited by DoNotDisturb - 10 years ago
Posted: 10 years ago

All the best to the participants 👍🏼


P.S. can we vote for the others 😃
Posted: 10 years ago
In a fix what to chose 😆 i cant even go bias 🤣

Okay but truly i vote for Grey Area by Forever Yours cause i am NOT BEING BAISED again! 😆 but truly I LOOOVED it. it was a perfect epilogue to Mangalpur which should have been . 

and Madame_Noddy's Lost and Found. No no no i am NOT being Biased. But i really loved the concept of Asad adopting and raising the innocent child and the child calling Zoya the angel ❤️ 

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