my max time to keep fixing it every now amd then.
This is the reason why i am not able to reply to all these days. And i seriously apologize for the same.
I am very lucky to get you all with me in asya's journey .thanks for all support and love you all have given me and still are giving me.
Thanks[/B]

CHAPTER 17



Jo chahat hai use pane ki himmat dena
Jo kismat hai use qubool karne ki takat dena


6 months later

"Kyu peete hai itna bhaijaan,jab sambhaal nahi pate" ayaan looked at asad with anger and sadness.
"Kyunki main sambhalna nahi chahta"asad simply said in serious tone and then like some serious joke is been cracked; he starts laughing like a maniac.
Ayaan sat there inside the car watching this man with broken dreams and shattered hopes. His heart went for his brother who has completely deatroyed now for the one promise given.

The car halts with a screech in front of a large mansion,it's 4storey bungalow and have a huge premises just before the entrance. No its not khan mansion, that house is left far behind in past. This is umeed. Umeed bungalow of asad ahmed khan.

As soon aa the car stops, driver quickly runs to behind, helping ayaan to take aaad inside the walls.
"Bhaijaan chup ho jaiye ammi jaag jayengi."
Ayaan kept a hand over asads face to make his blabbering silence instantly. Asad
huffed like a kid looking at driver and ayaan , he didn't like the idea of swinging on someone's weight.
"Bhaijaan ap phir se-.?" Nuzhat voice rang as alarm in thw house and nazma and dilshad came down staira looking for nuzzhat and asad-ayaan.
Dilshad felt a pinch in her heart and instanlty the raw would on her soul teared up again making her bleed inwardly.

"Beta ise in ke room tak chor aao?" Dilshad requested driver and ayaan to take asad back to his room.
And with slow steps they dragged his feet climbing steps after steps to rich his room. In this process asad's eyes mistakely fell on dilshad teary red eyes and his chin instantly hanged on floor with a shame look.




Here if asad had almost taken his life then there far in western land of earth a girl too had been facing thw same faith ,just in twisted style of luck.

"Baji your phone is ringing why dont't you just answer it. For allah sake!"
Humaiara entered with a frown watching zoya aitting on bed with her head facing the open window and diary open with pages flying everyone and not to forget they all are torn. One of the room is covered with drawing sketches of a man eyes. The different sketch have different emotions that this eyes were holding them sometime in time.
Zoya looks up at her sister with a soft smile before picking up all the papers from diary and tugging them back carefully back in diary. Then she got up and woth a cloth cleaned the mess she had created since morning. She got up to pick up clothes that were lazily tossed on floor. After some cleaning and dusting she checked her room to ensure she did a good job. Humaiara just looked at zoya setting up things right in their places and she was not even an ounce shock on this mega change in her sister. She clearly knew the zoya with whom she had spent days in giving lectuure like old mommy on cleanliness. This zoya is not her's , this zoya is someone's else creativity; and she very well knew whose it is!

Zoya looked at her sister and raised her brow in an arch.
" nothing" humaira nodded her head in no with a sad but sweet smile.
"Hummy?" Zoya called hummy as soon as she felt humaira is leaving her room.
"Yes" humaira answered softly turning to face elder sister again.

" who were here? Umm kuch kehna tha kya?" She asked looking at humaira with her big concerned eyes.
Himaira touch her forehead with a gasp as she realised she had forgotten the main reason for what she was here.
"Oh..sorry main to bhul gai thi." She apologized and zoya chuckled at her with a beam "wo abu wants us to go at abdullah's party. There whose who people all around are coming to attend wallima of their only son's azher. We are leaving by 8" she ended with a smile looking at zoya with a radiance.
" yeah well ok. I will be ready dear. Just few more ironing on clothes and will be done." Zoya replied with a smile tugged on her lips.
"Theek hai fir ab main chalti hu" humaiara said going out ofbher room.
" ok." Zoya said turning her back on door to check on something hidden inside her drawer.
She took something between her line and pressed it so hard with her palm that the pointed part of the metal poked her skin causing it red. She again dipped in past events and instantly tanveers face and begging came after her memoriws running.
The pleads that were done, the accusation that were caused the pain that she beared that insult that her father beared in front of whole society just for one person; zoya farooqui.
Zoya closed her eyes on the harsh reality of life that had drawn on her in these past months. She open her eyes again just to let her eyes now see those nightmares with their open lashes. Sighing submissively, she gets up straight as she was in kneeling position to reach for the drawer in night table beside her bed. She dust the mud if any from her kurti and slipping the only metal she still had gripped between her fingers shr shuts the drawer back with her feet.
"Miss farooqui pairo se cheeze ko nahi chute, itni bhi manners nahi hai apko" instantly a manly voice echoed somewhere in her memory and she flinched on her gesture as her body turned on its own , raising a hand to touch the wood and bringing up the fingers on lips she kissed it with a sorry.



Asad got up with the raising sun as they pampered and brushed his cheeks off tears. The dampness of his skin is evident of his cry on his sleep. The crumbled sheet's are testing the control he tried to have on his dreams , he surely must had a nightmare yesterday as the spill water from glass just beside his hands are laying are proof enough for the struggle he did to get up from the horror.
"Hey mr adorably lazy asad ahmed khan" he heard soft voice just above his ear in a whisper.
He hummed in response as a only beautiful smile is tugging on his lips his eyes closed and his face glowing with radiance of happiness.
"Subah ho chuki hai hubby" he heard again the same voice and instantly he sighed in content on word hubby.
" asad utho warna main pani dal dungi tum per" he heard zoya's voice now from a little far and just when he knew what's her next moove he immediately got up on bed tossing the covers off his body with a laugh and tried to hold zoya just on time. But then she vanished. He looked here and there waiting for any sign by her but no she had disappeared. Asad got both his hand over face working them on his face skin he burried his eyes between the cruel line of destiny.
"Bhaijaan" asad looked up at door and found nazma standing there with bed tea and a glass of water. He immediately bent down to his side draw and got a pill out, signing nazma to get close and give water to him he gluped the medicine into hia stomach.
"Ammi apko neeche bularahi hai bhaijaan" nazma played with her fingers tangling them in to web as she waited patiently for asad to speak a positive reply.
"Hmm..ok" he simply gave a nod. Nazma stayed there on her feet trying to say something with her wet eyes but she just couldn't bring herself to get a words out; in frustration she leaves his room. As nazma is about to leave for her college she gets encounter with ayaan's questions.
"Bhaijaan theek hai?" He asks with low voice and sad tone.
" agar sanse lena theek hota hai to ji wo theek hai bhaijaan." Nazma replied with a sad coated tone amd with that she departs to kitchen completing the work dilshad had asked her to do before leaving for college.
Everyone is at dinning table now and having their breakfast in silence.
Asad too enters the dining area after some time. Everyone have their hopes back in their eyes and they watch his move sliently with low lashes.
"Asad ao baitho, lets have breakfast" dilshad speaks to asad like everything is normal with them.
Asad looks a little shock on ammi's voice for him but quickly fades his happiness as he could make out the difference between things being normal and potrayed normal.
She was potraying it and it was clear as crystal to him.
" nahi ammi aj meeting hai office me. And then i have to return home early as well." he says with a sad tone by the end.
Asad never had ever came home earely. His day begins with sunrise and ends , well it never ends until and unless someone familiar spots him drunk or fallen somewhere on street and helps them to get him home like what ayaan did yesterday.
"Bhaijaan ap jaldi ghar aa rahe hai, kya apki tabiyat theek nahi hai." Nuzzhat asked with a worried voice looking at asad for positive reply.
Asad didnt answer her on this; he simply toom his bag and stepped towarda the door wishing a soft good bye to everyone settled on chair.
As soon as he is about to step out of the door. A tiny voice started to echo from the hallway and he turned to spot the beautiful princess crawling on carpet to reach to him.
"Dua!" Asad rqised his hand in air to take her in his arm.


Here in western part of earth, zoya attended the party just like what her abu had wanted and she and humaiara had a good time together giggling on every joke their freinds were making of.
" ok freinds we have reached our final destination so chao!" Zoya said looking out of the car to her freinds who were busy entertaining themselves.
"Hummy they are still in party mentally" she remarked with a giggle looking at her bestie who were making out in car itself.
"Ji appi" hummy agreed with a giggle and zoya turned the knob getting out of thw car with humaira following behind her.
They both wished their freinds bye waving hands and turned back to home where they knew gaffur must be waiting for them.
They went inside holding each other hands and as they thought gaffur was really waiting for them on his signature chair.
"You came"
"Yes abu" zoya and hummy looked at each other.
"You had food?" Zoya asked with a soft smile.
"Yeah zeenat cooked food today" he replied gesturing kitchen with imdex finger.
" you two must be tired, go to your room. Good night" he got up from his seat and walked towards zoya and humaira. He gave a small peck on their temple holding their face gently.
"Shabba khair abu" the two young girls replied together giving gafur side hug quickly and both of them turned to their room calling off the night.


"Dua!" Asad got her in his arms and placed few kisses on her face lovingly. It was surprise for a little infant like dua to crawl at initial months after her birth but who was the teacher here; very own mr asad ahmed khan.
" dua dua..." Came a women out with white attire and duppata firmly placed above her head. She relaxed on spotting dua in the safe hands. She smiled at asad before walking up to him.
"Main ise dudh pila rahi thi or ye badmaash daudne lagi" she complaint taking dua back in her arms. Asad smiled in content hearing her soft giggle her hands were still in air for him to hold.
"Koi baat nahi. Now please take care of her.ok" asad said with a soft but strict tone.
"Ji" she responded and looled at the infant " tata bolo dost ko. Ta ta" she took her tiny hand and aired it in air. The little kid giggled more and burried her face
In her mother's warmth.
Asad pulled her cheeks lightly before blinking his eyes for affirmation. He turned putting his glared on for the world as the barrier between his eyes and heart were closed wuth the tiny glass frame above his nose. He took his car and rided for office.

Here,zoya too got back to her room after quick refreshment she again brought that book out again reading the pages from start and soon the room scattered with the torn slips of past everywhere.
They were broken and they knew it but they refused to be selfish and folloqed their duty for their family after all what was the situation today was brougjt by they thwmselves.


Jo chahat hai use pane ki himmat dena
Jo kismat hai use qubool karne ki takat dena
Aur kismat unhe bas mauka dene he wali thi... 😳 -TIARA2014-04-21 11:48:32