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Awesome update! 👍🏼 That stupid *****🤬**** Tanveer! 😡 Ughhh. Can't stand her! 🤢 I hope Zoya gets well! 😊
HOLAAA! Sorry for the lateness, but I've been busy moving across the border to the States! Officially NYC employed! WOOT WOOT! Anywhooo, so I was going to update after moving into my apartment, but I made the mistake of telling my BF that my neighbor hit on me, and now I am living with his sister and himmm! AND SHE GOT ME HOOKED ON ISS PYAAR KO KYA NAAM DOON? I don't understand why I never watched Indian shows before :( ITS SO BEAUTIFUL! Arnav and Khushi ❤️ , but alas, I present you my favourite coupleee, Asad and Zoyaaa! So, my fellow Qubooliansss, lemme know what you thinkkk :D
PART 7
Zoya's POV
Everything was black. Completely and totally black. I had no clue where I was, but I was scared. And all of sudden I jolted awake. I was in a hospital room, but the weird thing was that I couldn't hear anything. I could see the mouths of the nurses moving, I could see the doctor was clearly talking. But I couldn't hear anything. It was silent. I couldn't even hear myself breathe.
Could they even see me? I sat straight up and gasped as my body went straight through the doctor's arm. Allah Miaa, what just happened? I turned back to notice that below me was...me. A pale Zoya was hooked up to machines and a respirator. I gasped, shit. Am I a ghost or something?
"Hello! Can anyone hear me? Mr. Doctor! Hey! YOUUU! What the hell is happening?" I said out loud.
"Well, you are hanging in between life and death right now. Welcome to the middle world." I whipped around to see a man sitting on the window ledge, scrolling through his iPhone. He was dressed in a black tux, and he was devilishly handsome. He was not as handsome as Mr Kha-
"ASAD!" I yelled remembering him carrying me through the hospital, he was crying. I could hear his sobs, and him screaming at me to wake up. Telling me that he loved me, that he couldn't live without me. Damn, next time when his evil best friend tries to poison me I should avoid EVERYTHING on the table.
"Is in the waiting room outside, with the rest of your family." The man replied.
"Who are you?" I asked confused, he was so calm and cryptic. "Are you like God or something?"
"No, just a messenger. I bring people from this world to the next." he said if it was the most normal thing.
"I a-am d-dead?" I stuttered.
"Not yet, but you are dying Zoya. Your soul is leaving your body, most people's souls disappear as soon as they part from their body but others linger." He explained.
"Why?"
"There is a lot of people out there who don't want to let you go. You'd be amazed at how many prayers I have received for you." He laughed holding up his iPhone.
101 344 messages.
"But how? I don't even know that many people!"
"Well its not everyday when the biggest businessman in the city rushes into the hospital crying and screaming for the staff to save a girl. It of course spread like fire. The whole city is praying for you."
"So what? I just wait until my soul disappears?" I cried.
"Or until it goes back into your body." He said as his phone dinged. "Another prayer, ah, this is the special one."
"Special one?" I asked confused. "I don't who you are mister, you are possibly just a figment of my imagination but you better let me go. I don't want to die, there is so much I want to do. I haven't even gotten married yet, well I am going to, but Mr. Khan is an emotionally challenged idiot, I don't even know if he loves me. But I want to marry this idiot, I want to have kids with him, I want him to be totally overprotective of our daughter so I can knock some sense into him. I want-I want to live." I cried not being able to hold onto my emotions anymore. The guy just smiled cryptically, this guy is creepy.
"Take a walk with me Zoya." He smiled pulling her through the wall and into the waiting room. "Your family." He said pointing to the right.
There sat a bawling Najma, with tears running down her face leaving black streaks. And hugging her was Phuphi, she just stared off into space, like she had no energy left. But what surprised me the most was the look on Mr. Khan's face. He sat on the floor, still as a statue with tears streaming down his face. His arms were around his knees, it was like he was holding himself together. My feet moved towards him unconsciously. I stopped in front of him and knelt on my knees reaching out to touch his face. His face whipped up like he could actually feel me.
"Zoya." he whispered looking around like crazy. "Don't leave me" He whispered. "Please, don't. I-I love you so so much. I can't, I won't live without you." He whispered to the ceiling.
"I am not going anywhere Asad! And don't say things like that. Asad! ASAD!" I screamed but he didn't hear me.
"What's wrong with you?" I screamed turning to face the man. "Why can't he hear me? Tell him, tell him I am okay!" I screamed.
The man smiled sadly and picked me up off the floor.
"You want to see his prayer for you?"
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? CAN'T YOU SEE HE IS IN PAIN? TELL HIM I AM OKAY. TELL HIM!"
The man didn't do anything but pressed play on his phone. Zoya watched shocked as Asad appeared on the screen. He looked nothing like the strong man Zoya relied on, he looked broken.
"I don't know if you can hear me God. But, I need your help...I don't know what I should do. A billion people must- they must pray to you, ask you for stuff, and they are all pretty important I suppose. I don't know which 'which prayers you listen to, but I hope you listen to this one.
Why are you doing this to her? You gave her so much pain, her whole life...and now. She's dying...she can't die yet. She has barely lived her life...Zoya is, Zoya is an angel, and I know you would love to have her but...but I won't let her go. I am begging you, let her live. I will do anything, anything...I know I have no right to ask for a miracle, but please just please let her live. I-I love her, so so much. And I know, that I don't deserve her, I always hurt her, I make her cry but-well you know everything, don't you God? You know I am afraid of hurting her, like my dad hurt my mom.
But I can't, I just can't let her go. I love her too much. It's like...I can't breathe without her...I know you saved her once...back in Mangalpur, you listened to me that day, please, just please listen to me one more time. I swear to you I won't even make her cry, I'll love her like she deserves.
She can't die...Ammi, Tamatar, her aapi, her jeeju, , we'd all...we won't be able to stand losing her. She's...she's a breath of fresh air, you sent her into my life, she came and turned my life upside down, she makes me happy, she makes my family happy, she's- you just can't take her away from me all right? I can't live without her mess, her silly shayari, her laugh, her smile, her bubbly nature...I need her.
If someone has to die...take me instead...let her live, the world needs her. But God, if you take me instead, give me a chance...a chance to tell her that I love her. Please, please let her live. Please. Please. Bring my Zoya back to me. Please.
I watched with tears falling from my eyes. He loves me. He really loves me. I turned around to glare at the man in the suit.
"I WON'T LEAVE HIM. I WON'T LEAVE THEM." I yelled. "I am going to live. Do you hear me? I am going to live."
He smiled as his phone dinged. "Weird..this only happens if...ah, soulmates. He is not going to let you go." he smiled as I looked at him confused. "Have a nice life Zoya." He whispered disappearing into thin air.
I felt myself being pulled, like someone was pulling me back with a rope. I flew back into the room where my body lay, I collided with my body and the world went black again.
"She is waking up! She's okay." I heard a voice yell, I could hear a machine beeping. What is going on?
I tried to open my eyes but they wouldn't budge. I tried again and they moved, a little. I was blinded by a white light. I shut them again.
"Asad." I whispered. "I need to see Asad." I tried to say before darkness overcame me.
Asad's POV
The pain of almost losing the person you love is unbearable. You feel like dying along with her, or doing anything in your power to make sure nothing happens to her. But hearing that she's alive, that she survived makes you forget that pain instantly. It is as if your heart had stopped beating and started again, that you were not breathing and you are breathing again.
"Can- Can I see her?" I asked the doctor.
"Sure, she is still unconscious but she's been muttering your name for a while now." The doctor smiled.
Ammi and Najma were now smiling with happy tears running down their face.
"Go." Ammi smiled.
I walked as fast as I could and threw the door to her room open. There she lay, in a blue hospital gown, looking paler than she ever had. Her cheeks weren't the rosy red they always were, her lips were even shades lighter. She looked so fragile, like a porcelain doll that could break with the littlest of touches.
I walked towards her bed and sat in the chair next to it.
"Zoya." I whispered holding her hand but she did not reply.
"Zoya." I tried again squeezing her hand. She moved a little, then stopped. Her hand moved in mine as I stared at her face. Her eyes slowly opened.
"Asad." she whispered looking up. I stood up so she could see me.
"Hey." I said smiling at her.
"Wa-water." She whispered. I grabbed a paper cup from the table beside her bed and filled it. I sat on the edge of the bed, holding her head up and putting the cup to her lips. She only took a few sips and I removed the cup.
"Can I sit up?" she asked as a nurse entered the room.
"Excuse me, can she sit up?" I asked the nurse.
"Sure." She smiled. "Let me just move the bed." She said pushing a button on the side of the bed. The top half of the bed moved up, putting Zoya in an upright position.
"Thank you." I said as Zoya smiled. It wasn't her full out smile, but a small little one.
"Are you okay Ms. Farouqi?" I asked her. Her eyes widened as she looked at me in shock.
"ALLAH MIAA, WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? DO I LOOK OKAY? Actually, I probably look better than you, stop crying! I am alive okay? You stupid man, you honestly had to wait until I was dying to tell me that you love me. How unromantic can you be? Who tells a girl he loves her for the first time while she is unconscious Asad?! Honestly, how emotionally challenged can you be?" She screamed. Shit, she remembered that.
"Woh...actually...Miss Farouqi.." I started but was interrupted again.
"So you're back to Miss Farouqi again. Allah Miaa, what's wrong with you? What happened to 'my Zoya' huh? Don't start with your woh actually again. Honestly Asad, I've been awake for a good ten minutes now and you still haven't said the three magic words!"
"I am sorry?" I asked confused. What was I supposed to be apologizing for?
"Not those three words! The ones that you were yelling a few hours ago for the whole world to hear."
Oh, those three words. "Woh...actually...Zoya."
"Oh my god, you still can't say it. Allah Miaa, I might as well have died sin-" I put my hand on her mouth.
"Don't. Ever, and I mean EVER, say that again Zoya." I whispered. "I...I can't live without you, you crazy girl. I 'I love you Zoya, so so much." I felt like a huge weight was being lifted from my chest as the words left my mouth.
Zoya had tears running down her face. "I love you too Asad."
"Say it again." I whispered.
"I love you." she whispered back.
Zoya's POV
"I...I can't live without you, you crazy girl. I-I love you Zoya, so so much." He whispered. Tears left my eyes, he finally said it. I have been waiting for those words.
"I love you too Asad." I smiled.
"Say it again." He whispered.
"I love you."
"Zoya" he whispered holding my face between his hands as he sat on the bed. He rubbed my cheeks with his thumbs while moving closer. And closer. So close that I could smell his aftershave, his eyes stared into mine as his nose touched mine.
"I love you." He whispered into my lips and without warning does what I always wanted but never thought he'd do. He kisses me, his warm and soft lips tenderly press against mine. My eyes close, my heart pounds against my chest and I am lost in bliss.
The feel of his breath mingled with mine sends sparks shooting from my head all the way to the tips of my toes. This is a fairytale kiss, the ones you read about, the one where you know that he's the one. Our lips start to move together, starting softly with a series of feathery light brushes of his lips against mine, deepening into a slow lazy kiss as we become less willing to separate, his hands still holding my face to his.
Hesitantly, I slide my hands around his waist, trailing my fingers up his spine until they reach the nape of his neck, my fingers thread into his hair pulling softly, causing him to emit a low, satisfied hum in his throat. I sigh into his mouth, he takes advantage of this and slides his tongue into my mouth, meeting mine causing me to moan, loudly, very loudly.
I fist my fingers into his hair, crushing my lips hard against his and inhaling the deep groan that he lets out. By the time he pulls away, I am feeling light-headed from the lack of air and the onslaught of emotion his kiss stirred in my soul.
Oh my God, he kissed me. My first kiss. Ah! My first kiss with Mr. Khan, in a hospital bed after he confessed his love for me. Oh My God, my life's a movie!
"Mr. Khan."
He shakes his head. "Asad." he says his breath fanning over my face as I blush. He smiles and kisses my right cheek, then the left, then my forehead as I smile.
"You know, now that I've said I love you, I don't want to stop." He smiled. "I love you Zoya Farouqi."
"I love you too Mr. Asad Ahmed Khan."
"FINALLY!" comes two voices from the door.
"Phupi! Najma!" I smile while blushing. They run over to the bed but Asad refuses to move. Phupi smiles and goes to the other side.
"Don't you ever scare us like that again." She says kissing my forehead. "Zoya, the thought of you-" she starts but stops squeezing my hand.
"Hey Tamatar." I laugh.
"Zoya." She cries and leans over to hug me. "I was so scared. We were all so scared." She cries.
"Hey. I am okay now. Your prayers brought me back." I smiled. "Wait, what happened to Tanveer?" I asked remembering the events that led up to this.
I noticed Asad's eyes tighten. "She's gone." he said in his 'end of the discussion' tone. I nodded.
"So guys, want to go ask the doctor when I can leave?" I smiled.
"Well it'll have to be soon, we do have a wedding in a few days." Asad smiled.
"ALLAH MIAA, WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU ASAD? AREN'T YOU GOING TO PROPOSE TO ME PROPERLY NOW?"
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