[NOCOPY]

Hi,

i am a new bie. i am a big fan on original ASYA chemistry. I have started a story please tell me if its ok or not.

i would continue this only if i had a good amount of reader to write for.

every response , feedback's are welcomed.

thanks so much in advance.

enjoy reading.

~oo~

Prologue

"It seems like yesterday that my world fell from the sky
It seems like yesterday I didnt know how hard I could cry
It feels like tomorrow I may not get by
But I will try
I will try wipe the tears from my eyes"

He stare upon the narrow road where the couples were walking hand in hand, he smiled sadly as his memories of past whiz him again making tears fall freely from his eyes. He kept on cursing with every step he took to cross the road how he could. How could he? Was the only question he kept on asking himself? His eyes began to fill once more, then he felt the salty warmth of a single tear roll down his cheek and land upon the lips he had hoped one day would be his.

"I'm beautifully broken and I don't mind if you know it
I'm beautifully broken and I don't care if I show it"

He looked up to sky and made a silent prayer to get the time back where he was with her, where things were different where his life was beautiful where she was with him..

"Every day is a new day I'm reminded of my past
Every time there's another storm I know that it wont last
Every moment I'm filled with hope
cause i get another chance
But I will try I will try
Got nothing left to hide"

He ignored the buzzing of cars behind him and kept steady pace on core of the street. Existence was nothing but dead; he had become heartless, he never thought one mistake can get him in this condition where he was nowhere close to life, lost somewhere where there is no light- just dark, no sun -just night, no emotions -just Barren!

He slipped a hand in his pocket to bring his phone out along with a velvet navy blue ring box . He used his thumb to wipe the screen lock; a faint smile appeared on his face on seeing her pic as wallpaper. Yes, it was she. His Ms farooki'- his love, best friend, supporter & reason for him for what he is now "zoya farooki"

Asad tap a certain button on screen before sliding few names on list with thumb, he darted his tip of the finger on a name saved as "zoya!".

Asad stared at the name and number for few seconds before finally making up to dial her number. The tune of ring made a chain but dint gave any better response.

"Pick up! Pick up!" he whispered while focusing on the ring tune.

He waited for a while with a hope in his eyes but soon it got faded with the last dying ring of the call. He sighed sadly by bringing up his phone close to his eyes. "pl..please" he whispered sadly with shut eyes, before trying once more to call ...but even sooner than the network could connect, he quickly hit the disconnect tab on screen.

"zoya!"

"Without the highs and the lows
where will we go?
Where will we go?"

He looked here and there and then back to the phone, gently brushing her photo on screen with his thumb he brought it close to his lips, placing a full lips kiss on it.

Asad looked up to his front and found ayaan standing with an umbrella. Asad had been too lost on his thought to notice that he was not the only one crying, the sky was with him.

"farishto ke bhi aansoon nikal rahe hai..ab kyu ro rahe ho tum?"He scolded sarcastically looking into sky.

It is now when he realized that his clothes were wet,driping water to be precise and raindrops from the sky were angrily slapping him on his face.

"I deserve it!" he said again looking to the sky.

He touched his cheeks where the raindrop had slapped him and brushed it with gentle smile, locking his eyes on sky.

A harsh light beamed on his face making his eyes shut tight, asad felt a tug on his shoulder and soon felt the cold floor beneath him.

"bhaijaan? Aap theek hai?" he heard ayaan's voice far away from the side of road.

His eyes refuse to open but he knew that the sudden lift of his body from floor was ayaan's doing.

"aaayyaaan I don't loovve hheeer.." asad slurred, jabbing a finger into ayaan's chest

Ayaan looked at his bhaijaan with a weak smile as he tried to pick up drunken asad from floor.

"tellheridontloveher,Iamabadguy" Asad said, his words tumbling from his mouth in a rush of barely distinguishable syllables.

Ayaan just gave a nod sadly as he helped his elder brother to stand on his feet. He circled his arm on asad's shoulder and literally dragged him to his car waiting on other side of street.

Ayaan gave a nod to the driver and he quickly ran to open up the door for them.

Ayaan carefully placed asad in and quickly took place next to him. He closed the door and signaled driver to drive while he still kept his hold on asad shoulder to save him from fall.

"bhaijaan kyu peete hai ap..jab sambhal nai pate" ayaan asked angrily with a sad tone..

"kyunki..kyunki main sambhalna nai chahta.."asad answered with a hint of seriousness then for no reason burst out laughing.

Ayaan really felt bad for his brother. He does not deserve this. It was not his mistake. His punishment was just for committing crime to be -a good son, an awesome brother,a dearest friend, and True LOVER.

Asad Ahmed khan was not the way you are seeing him now .he was much alive, happy and kind person few months ago.

No one would believe if I say he had a strict NO for hard drink. Any ill habits were miles away from him. but now, things were changed, he is not any more the same AAK whom people knew .he is the man who had lost all his happiness for his family, for a promise made, for a life sake, he bartered his tears for his family happiness. He destroyed himself for her. He is nothing more but a man with bruised soul...a man who is Beautifully Broken!!

"I am beautifully broken, I am beautifully broken
I am beautifully broken and I don't care if I show it"

-TIARA2014-04-02 00:11:05