ASFIYA FF - Saanwli Si Raat (COMPLETE); FUTURE SHOT; Page 30; 08/05/18 - Page 19

PS: me too a Rikara fan..I have given up on IB..then came across yks 1week back, watched all episodes in 2 days and fell hard for Asfiya.

Oh God! Thank you so much for this beautiful comment. I used to love Rikara and still cherish the days of Dil Bole Oberoi. But have lost interest after they've combined the two back again. Sad that IB only give importance to one pair and neglect the rest two. Aaand then I found YKS. Here I am now, writing a ff on them. Glad you liked it. Do read my other Rikara stories as well. Hope you'll like them. 😳

I was in hostel when dbo started, watched few episodes for Shrenu but then couldn't follow it due to busy schedule, and also due to story loosing quality.but Shrenal caught my attention since first day. By the time I completed studies and shifted back Hom, the combining of the 2 shows happened.. I irregularly watched for shrenal and joined IB forum..I think by the time I joined the forum many of the fans have already left, I think you are one among them..I love reading Rikara stories..its my fav time pass.. would love to read your stories on them...I wish Shrenal got a talented ph like YKS who can utilize their talent..

Can you suggest me some romantic Pakistani drama with a beautiful FL.and I am eagerly waiting for your next update.

Zubiya walked down the stairs wearing an elegant black velvet salwar-kameez with silver intricate works embroidered on it and only a pair of silver kundan jhumkas, gifted by Asfand and her engagement ring as her only jewelry. A pair of silver stiletto shoes completed her get up.. She had got her make up done by Gaiti bhabi, and after a lot of coercion from Gaiti bhabi, she had decided to put her hair down.

Asfand gazed as Zubiya carefully walked down the stairs - mesmerized, by her beauty and sheer simplicity. It was her simplicity which made her stand out to him.. not in a bad way. Oh, definitely not in a bad way. It potrayed her inner beauty and the outer as well. She didn't have to highlight it out by wearing heavy make-up. And that is what he loved about his Zubiya the most. His Zubiya. His mouth turned up in a soft smile as he spelled it out in his head - His Zubiya. Butterflies erupted as he thought about it.

But it vanished quickly as it came when he remembered what he saw just a few nights back.

Zubiya noticed Asfand sitting on the sofa watching television and directly headed towards him.

"Kaisi lag rahi hun? (How do I look?)" Zubiya asked once she stood in front of him. "Zyada over to nai ho gaya na? (Have I gone overboard?)"

Asfand cleared his throat and averted his eyes to the TV screen as he answered nonchalantly, "Achi lag rahi ho.. (You're looking good..) What's the occasion?"

Zubiya looked at Asfand confusedly and asked back, "Sirf achi? (Only good?)"

"Ab main aur kya bolun? Ache ko acha hi kahunga na? (What else do you want me to say? You look good and that's what I said.)"

"Nahi.. woh bas.. Um.. Aaj meri ek colleague ki beti ki teesri saalgira hain.. Usi ki party me invite kiya hain mujhe. (No, it's just.. Um.. Today is one of my colleague's daughter's third birthday. I have been invited to the party.)"

"Kya aaj bhi zyada late ho jaayega tumhe us raat ki tarah? (Will it get too late for you to return like the other night?)"

"Nahi.. tum uski fikar mat karo. Meri colleague ne kaha hain kisi ko travel ki tension karne ki koi zarurat nahi hain.. (No.. don't worry about it.. He told everyone not to worry about travel modes.) He said he will take care of it all." Zubiya said, as she tried to straighten her dupatta which had got ruffled. She missed the dark look that crossed Asfand's face.

Asfand cleared his throat and asked carefully, "Kya tumhara colleague male hain? (Is your colleague male?)

"Haan! Tumhe bataya tha na maine ki humare batch me sirf main aur do ladkiyan hain.. aur baaki ke saare male hain. "Yes! Didn't I tell you that in my batch it's only me and two other girls. And the rest are male colleagues?" Zubiya confused asked as she finally looked up.

"Haan- haan.. Tumne bataya tha.. (Yes- yes.. You had mentioned it once..)" Asfand stammered and quickly changed the topic, "Are you sure mujhe tumhe pick karne ki koi zaroorat nahi hain? (Are you sure that I don't need to pick you up?)"

"Yes. I'm sure." Zubiya said as she lightly rolled her eyes at him, making Asfand chuckle. Asfand stood and with a smirk on his face made his way towards where she stood. His eyes glistened with nothing but mischief and another unknown feeling.. passion?

"Waise tum aaj bohot haseen lag rahi ho.. (By the way, you are looking very beautiful..)" Asfand said as he caressed Zubiya's cheek with his thumb- which soon turned rosy pink as she looked down shyly.

He stood very close to her, so close that she could almost feel the warmth emanating from his body. Her breath hitched as Asfand brought his mouth close to her ear as he spoke, "Kya yeh nai ho sakta ki tum is baarish ki mausam me mere saath kahin ghumne chalo.. jaha par hum ek saath kuch time spend kar sake? (Can't it be possible that you go with me somewhere in this beautiful rainy season and spend some alone time with me instead of attending the party?)"

"Asfand.." Zubiya whispered, breathless as lips touched the tip of her ear. "Asfand, please- koi dekh lega.. (Asfand, please, someone will see us..)"

"Jise bhi dekhna hain dekh lene do.. Main kisi se nai darta. Waise bhi kuch hi mahine baad humari shaadi honi wali hain. (I don't care if anyone sees us.. I don't fear anyone. Anways, it's just a few months' matter and then we will be married.)" Asfand said smugly as he shifted back enough to look at her expression.

Before Zubiya could get back at him with her sarcastic comeback back they heard Lubna aunty's voice, "Zubiya beti, tum waha pohonchkar call karna mat bhulna... Aur agar wapas laut te waqt car ki zarurat pade to fauran Asfi ko call karke inform kar dena. Please. (Zubiya, don't forget to call once you reach your colleague's house and if you the car to return, then please call Asfi and let him know immediately. Okay?)"

Asfand, hearing his mother's voice quickly removed his hand and stood back from Zubiya almost a feet away. Zubiya, stunned, watched him move away from her as Lubna aunty entered the room. She blinked her eyes numerously and bit her lip as she watched Asfand nervously looking at his mother.

Zubiya shook her head as she turned towards Lubna aunty and hugged her tightly, "Yes, Ma. Please don't worry. I'll do everything as you say."

Lubna caressed her hair as she replied back, "Theek hain, meri bacchi. (Okay, my child.)"

After Lubna aunty left the room, Zubiya folded her arms as she raised an eyebrow at Asfand who tried to ignore her look and meeting her eyes. When both their eyes met and Zubiya finally cracked a smile, both fell into a hysteric fit as the situation was no less than a hilarious one.

Afzal parked his car in front of Zubiya's home and looked back at Zubiya who was preparing to leave the car.

"Zubiya, tumhara bohot bohot shukriya tum aaj party me ayi. Humare yaha aaye hue 4 saal beet gaye lekin Mariyam ki kisi se dosti nahi ho saki. Aaj mujhe bohot sukoon mehsoos hua jab maine use tumhare saathe haste-baat karte hue dekha. (Zubiya, thank you so much for coming to the party today. Mariyam really enjoyed your company.. It's been four years since coming to the town and she has yet to make any friends. I am happy that now finally she has opened up to you.)"

Zubiya smiled at Afzal softly and replied, "I am happy too. I like her. Tum tension na karo. Usko leke main kuch plans banaungi. (Don't worry about her. I'll be making some plans with in my free time.) "

Before she left the car Afzal gratefully said, "Thank you, again. You're truly a great friend."

Zubiya waved at Afzal as he drove away and she finally turned to walk into the house with a soft smile on her face.

"Zubiya." Zubiya jumped as she suddenly heard Asfand's voice call out to her from the dining room.

"Asfand! Tum abtak soye nahi ho? Kal tumhari morning shift hain na? (You're still awake? Don't you have a morning shift tomorrow?) Asfi.. I've so many things to tell you! I am so glad I went to the party today." Zubiya spoke excitedly without noticing the barely-controlled angry expression on Asfand's face.

"Zubiya, woh kaun tha? (Who was he, Zubiya?)" Asfand asked her.

"Kaun? (Who?)" Zubiya stopped short and asked Asfand with a confused look on her face.

"Jo tumhe har roz chodne aata hain ghar. (The one who drops you at home everyday.)"

"Asfand- agar tum Afzal ki baat kar rahe to.. woh mujhe har roz nahi chodta.. tum aise kaisi baat kar rahe ho mujhse? Tum saaf saaf kyun nahi kehte tumhe jo kehna hain? (Asfand- if you are talking about Asfand.. he doesn't drop me everyday. But why are you speaking like this? Why don't you clearly tell me what's the problem?)"

"To aur kaise baat karu? Tumhe andaaza bhi hain main tumhare liye kitna pareshan tha?! Kitni dafa maine tumhe calls di?! (How should I talk then? Have you got any idea how much worried I've been worried for you? How many times I've called you?)"

"I am sorry! Obviously, I couldn't pick up my phone because my phone is dead!" Zubiya exclaimed.

"Dead? To tum kisi aur ke phone se ya fir tumhari us friend- Afzal ki phone se mujhe call nahi kar sakti thi? Kya main tumhare liye koi importance nahi rakhta? (Dead? Then couldn't you borrow someone else's phone or this friend of yours - Afzal's and once let me know?! Am I not important to you?)" Asfand asked her back.

"Hey! Just because I didn't call you it definitely doesn't mean that you're not important to me! And do you have any problem with Afzal? Why do you keep pulling him to the conversation again and again?" Zubiya asked him to which Asfand let out a dark laugh.

"Of course, I do have a problem. Jab koi gair mard meri hone wali biwi ko har roz ghar chodega to mujhe obviously problem hogi! (When an unknown man will drop my fianc at her home every other day without my notice.. I'll definitely have a problem!)" Asfand exclaimed loudly, leaving Zubiya stunned.

Zubiya shook her head in disbelief, "I can't believe this. I really can't. Gair mard? (An unknown person?) He is a friend! Woh mujhe koi shauk se nai chodta! Us din baarish ke wajah se gaari traffic me phasi hui thi.. agar main wait karti to ghar main aur 3 ghante baad pohochti.. aur hospital me mujhe aur ek ghanta zyada wait karna padta. Khair.. aur aaj- Afzal ne hum sabko apne ghar choda. (Due to rain the car had been stuck in jam and if he hadn't offered for the lift I would've arrived home 3 more hours later. Anyways.. today he dropped all of us.) It wasn't only me as you just said. I can't believe that your thoughts are so petty. I mean.. he is a married man! He has a 3-year old daughter! Yes! It was his party that I had attended! And I damn well know that he is very loyal to his wife. He just told me that he was really happy that I had befriended his wife because he was worried about her having some social issues. He called me a good friend! He considers me as a young sister. And just because I made a mistake once it doesn't mean that I'm going to repeat it all over again. I've already learned my lesson."

The words cut into Asfand like a knife. He took in a breath as he realized what Zubiya meant to express by her words.

Zubiya left the room and walked up the stairs but not before giving him a fleeting look of disapproval.

Asfand gazed at the empty where Zubiya had stood and slowly thumped down on the sofa before covering his face with his hands and roughly pulling his hair in frustration.

Anyways awesome update as usual!! Eagerly waiting for more

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Gaiti bhabi's due time came closer and there was just about a couple weeks left before the new member joined their family for which they were really excited. And it showed as one entered their house because it was filled with Baby items - some gifts received in the Baby shower and some gifts which constantly kept arriving everyday from distant relatives.

Asfand guilty for accusing Zubiya had tried to make amends to her. But he failed because Zubiya ignored him each time. She had changed her roaster times as such that she wouldn't have to come in contact with him.

One such morning Asfand had stepped out of his room as he blearily rubbed his eyes and tripped hard on a box and fell on the ground.

"OW! SHIT!" Asfand exclaimed as he clutched at his sore toe and cursed at the house-workers.

As he sat on the floor and rubbed his sore thumb he didn't realize another person's presence as she stood watching him.

Zubiya had finished her shift and was climbing the stairs to her when she heard Asfand's cry and decided unwillingly to take a peek at him. She knew she was going against her promise to herself to never talk to him... but she just couldn't help it.

She found him on the floor clutching his feet with his eyes closed and mumbling curses at the house-workers.

She mentally rolled her eyes. She must have made a sound in annoyance when Asfand snapped his head toward her.

"Zubiya!" He gasped out and started stammering. "Woh main- Itne saamaan ghar pe bikhre pade hain na.. Is liye main gir gaya. (I- The house is filled with so many stuffs.. I just tripped and fell..)" Asfand tried to pick himself again when he stumbled slightly and Zubiya's body automatically moved forward as if to catch him. But mid-step she stopped herself. She was so in-tune with him that she forgot she was supposed to be angry with him.

Asfand took a couple of steps towards her when she turned around and walked away towards her room with a huff. Leaving Asfand to sigh and stare at her retreating figure with nothing but melancholy in his eyes.

Zubiya sat alone as she gazed at the sky. She had missed coming to the terrace.. the peace that she felt coming up here.. after talking to him... But she chose a different day to come up here. She knew Asfand had night duty today. But the main reason was she needed some fresh air. As she suddenly felt a bit claustrophobic in her own room. She wanted to watch the sky right above her. To feel that her mother is watching over her.

Today she missed her mother's presence quite a lot as her heart felt heavy.. not for herself though. Not because Asfand doubted her. But generally for all the female generations on this earth.

For every single woman out there on this earth. For her mother. For herself as well and other future girl-children that maybe born. She kind of even agreed with what the mother of her patient said today. Kisi ko ladki honi hi nahi chahiye. Aur ho to use maar daalna behtar hoga (Women shouldn't exist on this planet. And if they do, they should be killed when they are born.)

At first she felt horrified because how could she think like this? But if you feel from her point of view.. it is a complete different thing. To have your 7-year old daughter gone missing for five days. And then receiving the news that her dead body has been found in a near by trash, murdered. And to top it all, to get the knowledge that in these 5 days she has been raped. Not once, but numerous times.

Her heart broke for that woman. She knew she couldn't empathize with but she could at least try to.

Not only for that child, for every single child who has been tortured in such a manner and is being tortured, for every teenage girl, for every wife and for every mother.

She has watched her entire childhood how her father treated her mother and finally had watched her demise in front of her at the hands of her own father.

She felt like breaking down and giving up. She, being a woman felt the weakest at this moment. The weakest.

She sighed and started to walk towards the stairs, but stopped short when she saw him step in.

Her eyes watered suddenly. How she craved his arms around her. How she craved for his words. To calm her. To soothe her aching heart. To say everything will be well, In Sha Allah.

Asfand, who had been feeling ill and had come home early, unable to do the rest of his duty.

His heart had been feeling so heavy with guilt that he couldn't take another step at the hospital mid-duty. He physically felt the pain and had started rubbing it furiously when a colleague saw him and worriedly asked, "Asfand, are you feeling okay?"

"Haan- bas.. (Yes- it's just..) It's aching badly.." Asfand mumbled as he sat down on a chair.

"Take deep breaths. Let me check." His colleague said and after checking him out he suggested that he takes a couple days break and make-up for it later.

Glad to get off-duty, he wasted no time before he was back home. His parents were surprised to have him back before but happy nonetheless. He longed to at least get a glimpse of her. His eyes surreptitiously roamed around looking for her when his father said that she had gone to sleep. And his heart sank.

Feeling lowly, he had decided to go to the one place where he felt close to her - The Terrace.

Asfand, shocked to find Zubiya stood still. He hadn't expected her to be here.

"Zubiya, please. Please. Talk to me." Asfand almost begged her as he caught her left hand.

Zubiya gasped and looked down at their hands. As she gazed her vision blurred while Asfand's words rang in her ears - Accusing her. Doubting her.

Tears filled her eyes as she shook her head again and again. She finally looked up into his eyes and said, "Lekin mujhe tumse koi baat nahi karni. Haath choro mera. (But I have nothing to talk with you. Please let go of my hand.)

"Nahi! Bas bohot ho gaya hain! Aur hum kab tak aise ek doosre se dur rahenge? Humari kuch mahino me shaadi hone wali hain - (No! Enough is enough! How long will we stay like this? We are going to get married in just a few months - )"

"Shaadi ruk bhi sakti hain. (And it can be put to a stop as well.)" Zubiya said monotonously, without meeting his eyes.

Asfand felt as if every breath left his lungs while he stood still staring at her. "Kya tum asal me ye chahti ho? (Do you really mean it?)

Zubiya gasped in realizing what she had just uttered. Tears ran down her cheeks as she looked back down at their attached hands. She desperately wanted to shout - Nahin! Ye main kaise chah sakti hun? Jab main tumse beintehaa mohabbat karti hun! (No! How can I? When I love you so much!)

But before she could answer him, Asfand's phone rang.

Asfand answered the phone, still staring at her "Ji, Maa. What? Ok, I am coming down right this second. Don't worry, Ma. Okay, main Zubiya ko contact karta hun. (I will contact Zubiya.) Okay- Okay, Aap please Allah se dua kijiye sabkuch theek ho In Sha Allah. (Please just pray to Allah that everything goes on well In Sha Allah.) Okay, Allah Hafiz."

Asfand looked up at her and said without any emotion, "Gaiti bhabi's contractions have started. We have to take her to the hospital now."

Zubiya nodded her head as she wiped off her tears with her right hand and was about to head downstairs but was held back by her left hand which was still tightly clutched by Asfand.

"But this conversation isn't over. I won't let go of you until you look into my eyes and say it. I will not let go of you, Zubiya Khalil. I will not be one of those who will have regrets in the future. I will not." Asfand stated clearly before walking back downstairs leaving her standing there alone, stunned.

Zubiya took some deep breaths before she finally followed Asfand and headed down towards Gaiti bhabi's room.

Asfand stood next to Daniyal bhai as he tried to support him while Zubiya stood opposite as she couldn't withstand taking a seat at this moment.

Asfand hadn't tried to talk to her again after they came down from the terrace. And she hadn't approached him as well even though she wanted to as she felt ashamed. Guilty.

A nurse came out, suddenly breaking them out of their thoughts. When Asfand and Daniyal bhai quickly rushed towards her the nurse softly smiled at all of them and announced, "It's a girl. Congratulations to all of you."

Daniyal bhai smiled widely and hugged Asfand tightly, as he said tearfully, "Meri beti hui hain. (I have a daughter.)"

And then he was enveloped in a hug by everyone. Lubna aunty kissed his forehead and hugged him again.

Zubiya stood back as she watched them with happy tears running down her cheeks. She tried to surreptitiously wipe them but fresh ones arrived not long after.

Asfand's heart craved to gather her in a hug. But he knew after they had talked at the terrace they needed to have a serious conversation.

He felt cold every time he remembered those words - Ye shaadi ruk bhi sakti hain. (And it can be put to a stop as well.)

After Daniyal bhai headed inside to check upon Gaiti bhabi and his newborn daughter Zubiya was engulfed in a hug by Lubna aunty and her Mamo.

She tearfully hugged them back, desperately needing their hug.

Asfand and Zubiya stood apart on two sides as they waited for their chance to meet the newborn baby.

Both tried to avoid meeting each other's eyes and were relieved when Lubna Aunty came out and sent them inside.

Entering the room wasn't a different experience for her. Years back she had had been excited to meet her own brother's child. And now it was another brother and sister-in-law's child, she was excited to meet.

Watching Daniyal bhai holding on to the baby made her miss her own nephew and despite everything her own brother.

She directly headed towards Gaiti bhabi and hugged her as tightly as she could without hurting her. After shedding some tears with her she turned to hug Daniyal bhai.

Her breath caught when she saw the baby in Asfand's arms. She almost tripped and was caught by Daniyal bhai who held her upright. She quickly removed her eyes away from Asfand as she congratulated Daniyal bhai. And then slowly walked towards Asfand who was still looking down at the baby in such an amazed manner that it made her heart beat run fast.

"Hi. Can I- ?" Zubiya whispered to Asfand, who finally removed his eyes from the baby. He looked at her and then down back again, almost as if he didn't want to let go of her. Almost. Because soon he started instructing her how to hold a baby, but stopped when she calmly informed him that she knew how to hold one as she herself is also a doctor. Asfand reluctantly put the baby in her arms.

Holding the baby.. the feeling is totally out of the world. Holding her small fingers, caressing her fresh skin.. watching the baby slightly pout her lips and holding her forefinger in a tight grip was totally out of the world.

Knowing that this little person is totally new to everything is totally out of the world. Yes, she was excited to meet her nephew when he was born. But right then she really didn't understand the meaning of all these feelings as she herself was a kid.

She softly whispered into the baby's ear, "Assalamu Alaikum." It was then the baby suddenly opened her eyes, blinked a few times and closed it again.

Asfand watched her, his heart bursting full of love - he felt it was going to burst out of his chest. He took some deep breaths to calm himself. She looked so perfect. With the baby in her arms. Looking at her he came to terms that she didn't mean what she had said earlier. And he was adamant on finding it out later.

Zubiya finally handed off the baby to Daniyal bhai and bid goodnight to them after congratulating them once again. She then followed Asfand outside where Lubna aunty asked Asfand to drive her home while she and mamo would stay for a little while longer.

She glanced at him nervously and saw that he had already started walking away. Annoyed, she followed him again.

Zubiya glanced at Asfand who was quietly driving the car. She huffed slightly.

And then she wondered if he agreed to what she had said earlier.

"Dammit!" She exclaimed in her mind.

"Kya kaha tumne? (What did you just say?)" Asfand asked her, glancing at her once.

"Kuch nahi... woh- bas aise hi.. (Nothing.. it's just.. nothing..)" She replied, shrugging her shoulders.

"Hmm." Asfand hummed and didn't say anything else which slightly grated on her nerves.

"Hmm- kya? Tum aur kuch nahi kahoge? (Hmm- what? Aren't you going to say anything else?)" Zubiya finally asked.

"Aur kya bolu? (What else should I say?)" Asfand asked back.

"Wohi sab jo tum mujhse baat karne wale the! Chat par bari bari baat kar rahe the - Ki baat abhi bhi khatam nahi hui hain! (All that you are supposed to say! Weren't you talking a lot at the terrace - that this conversation isn't yet over and all that jazz!)" Zubiya exclaimed.

"Wait a second. Yes. That conversation isn't yet over. But I don't really think now is the perfect time to sort this stuff out.." Asfand stated as he continued to drive.

"This stuff?! Our relationship isn't a 'stuff'! And now is actually the perfect time to sort it all out." Zubiya stated.

"Oh! So you really want to explain about what you said earlier, right?" Asfand exclaimed as he stopped his car, parking it in a free space and finally looking at her fully. "Bolo! Ab tum chup kyun baithi hui ho? (Speak up! Why are you so silent right now?)"

His words stilled her and she looked away for a while.

"Mere muh se woh alfaaz is liye nikle kyunki ek pal ke liye mujhe laga ki tum bhi un mardo me se ho jo tamaam ladkiyon ko khud se neecha samajhte ho. (Those words came out of my mouth because for a moment I felt as if you are also one of those men that feel that women are lower to them..)

"Kya tumhe sach me ye lagta hain? (Do you really think I'm like that?)" Asfand asked her softly.

"Nahi... Aaj jab maine tumhe, Daniyal bhai, mamo ko itne khush hote hue dekha tab mujhe ehsaas hua ki tum log bilkul waise mard nahi ho. Kyunki aksar ghar ladki paida hona bohot bari badnaseebi maana jaata hain. Jaise mere baaba mujhe har pal ehsaas karaate the ki main unke liye ek bojh hun. Aur kuch nahi. Lekin.. tumne mujhse us din aise sawaal kyun pooche? Jaise mujhe laga ki tum mujh par shak kar rahe the? (No.. When I saw you, Daniyal bhai and mamo today.. how happy you all were that we have got baby girl in the family.. I realized that you all are totally different from those type of men. Because having a girl born into a family is normally considered as a bad luck. Like how my father felt and continued to make me realize that I was nothing more than a burden for him. But.. please explain. Why did you ask me such questions that day that I felt as if you were doubting me - accusing me of something?)"

"Because I was jealous. Of him. He was getting to spend those precious times with you. I am sorry if you felt as if I doubted you. I would never do that because I trust you more than myself. I trust you with my life. I am sorry I made you think that you were making the same mistake again. I am really sorry." Asfand apologized as he looked down.

"Tumhe pata hain aaj mere paas aisi ek case aayi thi jaha par ek saat saal ki ladki ko agwa kar le gaye the. Paanch din baad uski dead body mili usi ki ghar ke paas ek kude sthan par. Hospital me laane ke baad maloom hua ki uska rape kiya gaya hai aur phir usko gala dabakar mar diya. Uski maa ko dekhkar mujhe ye mehsoos hua ki asal me dukh kya hota hai. Woh mera haath pakadkar baar baar ye keh rahi thi ki kisi ko ladki honi hi nahi chahiye. Aur agar ho to use marjaana chahiye. Zindagi me reh kar bichaari ko zulm ke sivaay aur kuch jhelna nahi padega.. Main chup reh gayi.. Mere paas kuch kehne ke liye tha hi nahi. Kya kehti? Maine to meri maa ko saari zindagi mere baap ke haath zulm sehte hue dekha hai.. Itna zulm ki aakhir me mere baap ke haathon hi apni jaan gavaani pad gayi. Kya saari ladkiyon ko aisa hi treatment milta rahega umr bhar? Kab tak? Kya hum kuch nahi kar sakte ye sabkuch rokne ke liye? (Do you know today I got a case where a seven year-old girl was kidnapped and then her dead body was found after five days in a nearby dumpster, not from her home. After taken in to the hospital, it was found that she had been raped numerous times and then murdered. After seeing her mother I realized.. what real pain feels like. She held my hand tightly and kept on saying that no girl should exist in this world... And if she does it's better if she dies because a girl has nothing but pain for her in this life. I was silent all along because what I could I say? I had nothing! My entire life I had witnessed how my mother suffered by the hands of my father and eventually she had her life taken by himself. Will all the girls and women alike get such treatment all their lives? How long? Can't we do anything to bring about a change? Anything?)" Zubiya asked Asfand as she grabbed his hand and held it in her grasp tightly.

Asfand sat quietly as he himself had no answers to her questions.

"Pata nahi, Zubiya. Pata nahi. Humari is mulk ko ilm ki bohot zarurat hain. Pura mulk jab ek saath hoga aur milkar kuch karne ki sochegi.. tab badlaav aayega. Hum bhi badlaav laa sakte hain. Hum schools kholenge jaha par ladkiyon ko ilm milegi ki khud ki hifaazat kaise karni chahiye. Aur In Sha Allah hum sabkuch badalte huye dekhenge. (I don't know, Zubiya. I don't know. What our country needs is education. Girls- boys, everyone. When the entire will stand together and make a decision we can overcome this disease that has spread in our country. Only then will a change come. We can do as much as possible to help them.. we can open schools where girls will be educated on how to protect themselves. To take a stand. And then In Sha Allah we'll find a change.)"

Zubiya smiled at him, hopefully, "In Sha Allah."