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This is the smallest update ever ...please bear with me,

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SPECIAL NOTE: ESPECIALLY FOR JAS AND AROO... I AM NOT GOING TO LET TANVEER MARRY SO PLEASE DONT WORRY , DEARS!😆

Chapter 10

"Abu please... all I am asking is one week from you. Please abu don't say No!" asad pleaded with moisture eyes as he tried to convince his father to postpone this announcement for a week more But Rashid being rigid in his decision strictly gave a No without a second thought.

"Asad faisla ho chukka hai, tumne zuban di hai mujhe; bhoolo mat" Rashid looked at asad with a strange expression.

"zubaan to maine zoya ko bhi di thi, use nikah karne ki... per main badnaseeb itna bhi nai kar sakta... kam se kam mujhe ek hafte ki mohallat de do abu..." he no more care about his self , he begged on his knees.

"kya karloge tum IS EK HAFTE ME?" Rashid asked annoyed, no more serving boost to his silly demand,he thought.

"uski muskan salamat rakhne ki koshish ..." asad trailed off , sighing at the end of the line.

"abu.. maine apki aj tak har bat mani hai, apke kisi bhi alfaaz ko nai tala hai, apse bas itni minnat kar raha hu , kea p mujhe meherbani karke ek hafta de dijiye, zoya akeli ho jayegi abu, main use umra bhar ki chot ke sath tanha nai dekh sakunga, uski khatir mujhe ye ek hafta de-." Before he could say anything Rashid walked a few step and vigorously nodded his head in no.

"tum samajh kyu nai rahe ho asad , main bebas hu... mere bhi hath bandhe hai ..." Rashid tried to get upper hand in this situation showing his bebasi'

Asad got up from the floor and stood next to Rashid in three long strides. His eyes began to fill up again and the floor beneath him turned hazy and blurred in his eyes.

"abu (hiccups) maine allah ke bad ye sir bas ap he ke samne jhukaya hai ... kyunki ap mere walid hai, maine apse kuch nai manga or na he mangunga bas mujhe kuch din de dijiye please,"asad brought his face to his chin as he smiled in tears trying to be strong; " iske bad mera wada hai apse abu, ap jo chahte hai waise he hoga, or main nikah ap jaha chahe jab chahe tab karunga, bina kisi shikayat ke... is nikah se nai bhagunga main, wada hai mera" asad promised him keeping his hands over the riyal on the side table beside closet.

Rashid turned his head in shock and surprise on seeing asad taking promise of such a deity book. At this very moment, Rashid knew he have won as asad will never even think to break this promise but still he was afraid to give him a week time , unsure with the fact that he may change his mind during the given span of time.

"theek hai!' Rashid heavily breathed out; "per ek hafte nai hai mere pas tumhe den eke liye beta" he said in a sad tone; " 24 ghante de sakta hu main tumhe , bas!" he said sadly as he made his way towards the door.

Before asad could object he was already half out of the room.

"25 pacchhiswe ghante me main tumhare nikah ka elaan kar dunga" he said with a sad smile. "khuda hafiz , allah tumhe kamyabi de" he gave him blessing as he went out of the room completely, leaving devastated asad behind on floor.

Knowing, it's so less time left for him Asad tried to behave more and more rude with her , but the sparks in her eyes refuse to exchange with hatred. Why she loves me so much? He found himself asking.He had almost tried everything every single thing but nothing have worked and it already on few hours left in hand. He thought.

He waited for few minutes shutting his eyes close as he recited a dua to give him some kind of help so as to accomplish the task he took in his hand.

Like a lightning bolt in sky , asad quickly opened his eyes wide and thanked allah for something before taking his cell out , he typed something on his cell and a beep on it confirmed his text. Waiting for almost ten minutes he again switch on the keypad ,dialling a number.

"hello ayaan" asad said with enthusiasm.

"kya hot larki hai bhai, he said in slurping tone.

"haan mujhe achi lagi hai, main yahi hu... hotel Blue orchid me uske sath. Shukriya bhai for this change warna zoya ne to nikah ke naam per jaan he le li thi' he said as he smirked than he brought a thumb to his face and brushed the tip just below his swollen eyes.

"ZO..-" he left the name incomplete as he smiled sadly thinking about his plan for his mission.

Asad immediately got his keys , he glanced at the watch which showed 9 pm . he hurriedly went to his car igniting the engine ; he drove off to dark and freezing night.

(what happened before asad's call')

Ayaan came out of his bathroom after a quick shower on hearing the bell sound from his cell. He checked his phone and found two missed calls. Ayaan got worried to know that it was all from asad. He opened the message box and his eyes went wide on reading it.

Ayaan ye phone kisi tarah se zoya ke pas le jao , or dhyan rahe main jab phone karu tab tum aas pas na ho , zoya he phone uthaye' asad had instructed him. Why he wanted what he wanted was a complete jigzag puzzle for ayaan which he refused to solve it.

Getting an excuse to speak on humaira topic ayaan quickly entered zoya's room , he spoke a little out of the topic waiting till the light on screen starts indicating incoming call. The moment the light flashed on screen he quickly got up , excusing himself for some important work.

Zoya looked here and there as the cell started its vibration and then her eye fall on the name Asad. Without wasting a single minute she quickly received the call with a shy smile and a crimson red cheeks, Before she could say she heard asad talking about some random girl and heard about his plan to enjoy her full night in some hotel orchid , her eyes went wide in disbelief as tears made their way in them by hearing asad's plan to enjoy f**king a street hooker which he proudly was narrating to her.

She kept quite until asad himself cancelled the call. Her eyes forgot to blink as her body shivered at the thought of asad cheating her. Zoya looked at the time which showed 9; 30 pm. She had lost almost hr in shock and gasping. She ran towards the door like a crazy woman without slippers and without caring of anything that came her way. She ran and ran until she reached the lobby of the said hotel.

"asa...asad ahmed khan..please" she panted , trying to get air in her lungs, her body wet with her own sweat , feet turned a pale red in color because of running on road. Her duppata and kurti both were tugged loosely over her shoulder, she had no conscious to even take a notice of her hair which were open and now due to sweat were sticky and untidy. A strad of hair firmly rested over her one eye while the rest of hair were unshaped in almost any direction.

Receptionist although wish to stay firm on their rules of hotel but seeing this poor girl in this condition she swallowed all the rule book served by the hotel management and without any argument decided to help her.

"It's 3^rd floor ma'm first room from stairs to your left, room no 306"

Without hearing any further instruction ,zoya started running again, dropping her cell phone from her palm in attempt to skip stairs to reach the floor as fast as possible. She desperately tried to check for the room as she finally reached the desired storey. Her legs scolded her for being too harsh on them in last span of hours. She ignore the immense pain she felt on her knee due to falling, while climbing stairs. Nothing bothered her, as she desperately tried looking for room 306. She completed one row and now was on second time look out when finally her eyes laid on the door which read 306. Zoya worriedly and with tears she banged the door with her wrist as he attempted to get inside without even waiting to let the door open.

Her wait finally ended with a click sound when a lady appeared before her eyes in almost nothing, just a blanket firmly wrapped around her nude body.

Zoya's heart beated with a loud bolt on seeing her making an attempt to cover herself. With a unsure and trembling voice zoya finally managed to open her mouth to ask, But before she could say anything a male voice echoed from other side of the door. The voice that instantly made her recognize about the person who holds it. The voice that made the floor pull beneath her feet, a voice that made her body go numb, a voice that made her cold like ice congeal on spot. Zoya with a unstable effort raised her hand to push the door a little, and the girl to gave her a minimum space required to check inside the room. Zoya recited all kind of dua in her head , she called all her farishtey(angels) to prove her wrong, but she wasn't , the first figure on which her eyes landed upon was none other than Asad! Her asad! Her fianc ... her jaws refused to close as she felt sting under her eyes making a huge wave of tears fall freely from them.

"As...(hiccups) Asad?!" she whispered in shock as the duppata on her shoulder fell on the little pool of her own tears soaking the wetness in them. She stepped on her own dupata as she backed up to the wall, before she could fall breaking a vase in the procedure...

"as... as... asad!!!" she whispered again still in disbelieve and tears..while landing a hand on the table making it fall too taking all the things it holds with him, crashed mercilessly, breaking it into thousand of pieces.

Asad looked at her trying hard to hold back his tears as he digged his nail almost completely in his palm in order to control his emotions. He tied his hands one crossed other to refrain himself from hugging her and breaking in to pieces just like the vase lying on floor.

He smiled sadly on a thought which gave him a cool blow thinking about her better life in future mission accomplished' his mind said proudly while his heart poured blood out of each pumping. He stood there with a poker face outwardly while he was stabbed in his heart internally...there stood the man lost and abandoned with a wounded heart and a sore soul.

...BEAUTIFULLY BROKEN..💔

-TIARA2014-03-24 07:42:32