Chapter 9

Tia

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Chapter 8

" you mean to say you are pregnant?" Asad asked in a shock still not believing what he heard.
Tanveer felt embarrassed with his repetitive questions and so she thought to quietly nod her head in yes in the confirmation.

"Abu ne mujhe kuch... Kya abu ko pata hai is bare me?" Asad asked confused. He still didn't understand as to why his father didn't tell him about this.

"Sab ko sab kuch pata hai asad." Tanveer answered in a soft voice already feeling guilty to break his heart.

"Abu aise kaise kar sakte hai." Asad said in a rage. He turned his steering in acute 90degree angle and took a rough U-turn.

Tanveer almost screamed on his harsh driving she wanted him to calm down before he ends up with somebody getting hurt.

" Asad .. as .. asad... Asad..." Tanveer kept on calling his name in horror as the car started to bump due to the force on its wheels.

Asad was too lost in his anger to notice that a pregnant woman is sitting besides him. he killed the accelerator and made the car bump high due to his harsh driving.

Only a minute later, Tanveer started to feel uneasy in her throat and stomach. She gripped her neck at an angle to stop her from throwing out.
The soft painful gibberish noises finally started drawing Asad's attention in the direction of the lady sitting next to him.
Asad looked at her groggily as he was mad and not in a situation to think straight.
But as his eyes fell upon the pregnant woman, trying very hard to breathe, with her hands envelope over her neck. He not wasting even a second, hit the brakes hard by his feet, making the car to stop with a loud screech sound and dust in air.
Tanveer gasped on the same, before frantically looking here and there for an escape and as soon as she realized the car has halted, she quickly turned the knobs towards left and ran out of the car, with her hands over her mouth.
"Oh shit!" Asad shrieked before running behind her

He found Tanveer's back to him and she looked pale and restless. He quickly ran next to her and stood for a second thinking to help her but his hands hitched to touch her without her will. "May I?" He asked softly while controlling himself from helping her.
"Hmm." Tanveer nodded softly while allowing him to help her with open gesture.
Asad stood there for a minute holding her by her shoulders, until she emptied her stomach completely. He then supported her, leading towards the car.He opened the door for her and helped her to get settled in properly.
"Ab apko kaise feel ho raha hai?" Asad asked as he kept a gentleman distance between after helping.
" ap ko main Doctor ke pas le chalta hu" he said in a hurry as he walked to the driver seat.
" nai, ap mujhe please ghar tak drop kr dijiye." Tanveer requested him leaning on the seat, still feeling uneasy.
Asad without a word, got inside his car and buckled up her seat belt and with that he again started driving l; comparatively slower than before.

" ap ... Yahi soch rahe hai na. Ke main kitni bazaru aurat hu. Nikah se pehle ye gunah kar diya?" She asked with tears in her closed eyes.
Asad looked at her with guilt as he felt really bad in hearing bazaru for her.
" nai... Ap khud ko itna neeche mat giraiye. Apne pyar kiya tha. Main samajh sakta hu" he said with a soft smile; just twitching up his lips a little.
" to apke kehne ka matlab hai, ki ap ko koi aitraaz nai meri is halat se?" Tanveer asked in a low tone with a sarcasm hooked around her words.

"Nai hai. " he quietly said without trying to give clarifications on why he doesn't take her as a bad woman.

"Mr Asad Ahmed Khan." Tanveer said in a soft yet a sharp tone.
Asad looked at her with a question written mask.

"AP insaan hai. Farishto jaise hone ka dikhawa na kare. Sochte to sab he hai mujhe na-pak, badzaat or na jane kya kya galeez naam. Per kuch ki zuban khulti hai or kuch dabe hoth keh dete hai. Apko dil me alfaz chupani ki zarurat nai. Keh dijiye ap bhi. De dijiye mujhe koi ghinona sa naam." Tanveer said as she laughs sadly looking at asad with tears in her eyes.

asad dint said a word to her harsh comment on his goodness. He kept his lips sealed as he could just imagine the amount of pain this young lady is going through because of someone else's mistake.

"kaun tha wo? Mujhe uska naam bataiye, main wada karta hu... ke main-"asad started with a concerned voice but was interrupted when tanveer started to laugh a little hard eyes still beaming with tears.

"wajah dhund rahe hai mujhse nikah nai karne ke liye?" she mocked him and sneaked a peek at asad, who was now giving all kinds of sad expression to her with his hands clutched to the steering wheel.

"or waise bhi he thinks I am a prostitute, easy-girl, (chuckled) can't really blame him. Aksar log fulo (flower) istamaal karne ka bad use yuhi kuchal ke fek dete hai. Mardo ki fidrat he waise hai." Tanveer said with a sad eyes looking out of the window.

Asad smiled to him as he really dint know what to say to lessen up her pain. He simply concentrated on the road as the parking of her house had become visible now.

"Aapka ghar aa gaya." He said walking up to the other side and helping tanveer to get up from her seat.

She only took a few steps when her body gave up on her and she felt dizzy, as her head started to spin. Asad quickly ran up to her and supported her in his arms. tanveer when realized in which position she is in. she quickly shifted to the other side and tried balancing herself on her feet.

"Tanveer, main zoya se bahot mohabbat karta hu. To please ap ye ek bar bhi mat sochiyega ke ye nikah main apke sath... is-" asad shifted his eyes back on the floor then slowly met her glistening orbs.

"ap na-paak nai hai. Ap to ek Zindagi apne ander sambhale hue hai. Ap se pak or kuch ho he nai sakta! Or ye nanhi se jaan jo apke ander hai, ye to allah ka apko diya tohfa hai, iski hifazat karne me main aapka sath dunga, ek dost banker... Hamesha."asad said as he looked at her face with a kind smile and a genuine concerned.

Tanveer turned her head back to the main door of her house as she slowly started walking on the way to the door.

"asad" she whispered and asad who was standing half in , half out of his car turned behind him to see her looking at him with a hope and tears.

"mati ke khilone agar tute, to judne per bhi wo pehle jaisa nai rehta. Pyar bhi use tarah hai, meri mohabat se mili mujhe bewafai ka dard. Tah umar mere ander mujhe har pal ki dheeri maut marta rahega. Jab tak meri-"tanveer trailed off the rest of words and turned back walking straight to inside the house.

Asad started his car and drove on the road back to khan villa.

"mati ke khilone agar tute, to judne per bhi wo pehle jaisa nai rehta. Pyar bhi use tarah hai, meri mohabat se mili mujhe bewafai ka dard. Tah umar mere ander mujhe har pal ki dheeri maut marta rahega. Jab tak meri-"

Tanveer lines kept on buzzing in his mind unconsciously as how much he tried to shut the thoughts off.

"kyu kya hua?" came a voice next to him.

Asad turned around and found a man ditto looking like him in complete white attire, his radiance were flowing through his body to asad's soul.

"tum?" asad asked confused still looking blankly at the man next to him.

"main tumhara he man hu... jise tumne apne ander itna parde me rakha, ke bas mujhe bahar ana he pada ise pehle ke tumhari khamoshi meri jaan he le le." The asad's soul said with a sweet smile and palmed his face in the end with a pouting lip.

"tum aise kyu ho , asad" soul said pouting pointing towards his sentiments which he never tries to bring out.

"tumhe pata hai, tum mere samne ro sakte ho.main kisiko kuch nai kahunga." Soul said with a tease and then gestured whispering "cross my heart and hope to die"

"I promise" he added smiling up to him.

Asad still sat there blankly dint knew what to say or do when the soul yelled in frustration to gain his attention. "To zoya ke bare me kya socha tumne?" he asked looking at him with a smile.

Asad felt a pinch in his heart on hearing her name from him. All the memories from tonight came running dawn to him.

The soul felt really bad on seeing asad with tears in his eyes and his eyes too made a way or small pool of rivers.

"kaise samjhaoge use?" he asked simply

"pata nai." Asad finally said something after a long time.

"Main help kru?" soul offered him helping hand to shook

"kya?" asad asked with tears in his eyes.

"tum zoya se kuch mat kehna in sab ke bare me." Soul said in a whisper.

"Per main use mohabat krta hu. Jhoot nai bol sakta" asad said while looking down at his hand.

"to sach bolkar tod do uska dil. Asad tum jante ho abhi tumhari dost ne kya kaha. Agar zoya neb hi har khushi se muh mod liya to, kya dekh paoge bejaan zoya ko apni ankho ke samne dam todte hue"

"nai.." asad quickly shrieked with horror.

"janta hu , tumhara he hissa hu main. Janta hu ke kitni mohabbat hai tumhe uske liye. To kya apni mohabat ko Zindagi bhar ke liye dard me choroge."

"zoya ki galti nai hai asad, ke usne tumse pyar kiya. She deserves to be happy and it's only possible if you try to let her move on."

"Why should I do that?" asad asked quickly as if chanting in mind ways to stop this marriage rather than letting her go.

"jaise tumhare paas option hai." Soul gave a quick answer smiling at him in a teasing way.

Asad nodded his head in no before letting it fall down.

"kaise badh payengi wo.." asad said with shivering lips and dead eyes . Chin soaked with water and collar moist with tears.

"tumse nafrat karke." The soul answered him with a serious look before letting a soft smile twitch on his upper lips.

"How can I do that? I love her... nai ye nai ho sakta. Tum dusra koi rasta dhundlo."

"Beep!" This interruption was from the row of cars behind him, who were shouting at asad for causing traffic.

Asad's fantasy evaporated as he blinked at the traffic police talking to him in some alien language. Asad was too lost to think straight and it was evident as his minds had already stopped functioning for few seconds.

Asad whispered a short sorry before starting the car and driving off.

"zoya..." kab tak intezaar karogi bhaijaan ka." Nikhat said from behind.

Zoya turned around to face nikhat with a cute angry expression.

Past one hour zoya had been standing on the couch near the door waiting for asad to return home.

"Bas wo ajaye tab chalet hai sone." Zoya answered with a small smile. No it was not like every day story that she waited for him this long in odd hours. But today, today there was something in this thick air that made zoya felt uneasy. She was genuinely worried for asad. Her guts alarmed her on something bad took place today. She was not sure what it was but knew that it was something bad.

Zoya got out from her thoughts reverie on hearing the door bell. She ran quickly and opened the door for asad to come in.

"badi der kar di apne?" zoya said with a sweet smile.

Asad looked at her with a poker face before making his way for his room.

"as..asad..." zoya called him from behind.

"Yes..." asad said softly still walking with good pace and not bothering to meet her eyes.

"ap... khana nai khayenge?" zoya asked him worried

"nai.. Main khana kha kea ya hu." Asad simply answered.

Zoya could feel that something is wrong with asad as he never had behaved so strange and he not informing her about his late meeting or some plan was odd to her.

"kiske sath... kahi dating-shating to nai chal rahi mere peet peche." Zoya joked to lighten up the situation. But its just got back fired.

"It's none of your business. Stay out of it." Asad yelled in his most arrogant devil tone as soon as he saw zoya following behind him with a confuse look.

"asad.. I... What did..i?" zoya tried to say something but before she could complete asad had already escaped inside his room and with a thud he shut the door on her face.

Zoya waited her out with tears in his eyes as her heart diluted thinking that what actually she di wrong to make him so angry. She desperately wanted to say him sorry for whatever reason that made him mad on her. But he simply dint opened the door for her. She tried few times to talk to him, by giving a knock on his door but he dint replied anything.

She stood there in anticipation, for him to come out and ask for apology but he dint.

The last drop of tears finally rolled down from her eyes as she sat on floor still waiting for him to come out with tears.

"If this is the cost to save you from life time sorrow and pain. So let this be it. I promise you, you won't suffer for entire life thinking about our incomplete love, like me. I will help you to move on and be happy; without me!"

He turned around slipping across a table; he found an old stock of wine which his father had kept there for his foreign guest during their stay.

He rolled the lid from his fingers and threw it on floor then he took the bottle directly to his lips and with in one sip he finished almost half bottle.

He felt gag as he definitely dint liked the taste of wine on his tongue and the burning sensation in his throat was too much to bear but still he continues finishing bottle after bottle till his body finally gave up in the effects of drugs.

"Iwillmakeyouhateme. Iamabadboy" he slurped the words in hardly any distinguishable syllable as the bottle sliped from his hand and rolled it in the direction of the door.

"Hate ME zoya PLEASE!"