CHAPTER 10
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"What...what are you saying asad?" Zoya tried to crawl away from his embrace. But he refrained her from moving by keeping his hands firm on her both arms.
"Aren't you happy zoya? You always wanted this, right?" asad smiles while tracing her face with his eyes.
Asad stared at her slowly taking his hands from her shoulder to her hand, he her petite palm lightly bringing it close to his lips.
"You are happy. Right? Zoya." He pecked back of her hand and brushed it against his cheeks.
"Asad. No. I mean." She suddenly got up, making his hands fall off her skin. She pulled her hand to her and rubbed the skin.
"Asad. This is not funny. Please." She didn't bother to face him. Zoya took few steps away from and with a reflex he stood beside her. Asad grabbed her by her arm and pulled her to him.
"Look at me." He ordered when she betrayed to make any eye contact. " look at me." He said in more stern voice. "Do I look like I am no serious." His intent gaze burned her soul. She gulped hard and quick withdraw her eyes off him.
"Asad. This is not what I wished . " she was shaking terribly by then. And the hold of him will surely leave bruises she thought.
"You want a family." Asad accused her while looking pained in her eyes.
"Yes. But a legal family. Do you have any idea what you are asking to do?" She said with a gritted teeth.
"What non sense? Will your conception for life change if only we get in to .." Asad disgustedly yelled on her face. He took a step and she moved a step behind.
"Asad I think. I am done with you." For few minutes no one said anything all they did was stare at each other face.
"I am sorry asad. But I think I cant stay with you anymore. Please let me go." She tried to take a step in other direction but he barricaded her by stepping in between.
"You. Are.Not. going .Anywhere!" He said in calm yet an impactfull voice.
"You wanted to give me what I wished right?" She said nervously while trying to keep space between them.
Asad let out a long breathe before shutting his eyes. He was on his edge but still he tried to not take it out on zoya.
Zoya watched him in fear as he used all meditation to keep calm.
Finally after few seconds of wait he opened his eyes and shotted glare in her direction. Like a bullet fires from the gun, asad similarly walked through the door shutting the door behind him bolting all the lock.
Zoya heard the click followed soon after he left. She ran to the door and turned the knob. But it was locked. Zoya banged her fist on wooden door calling asad to open the door.
When ever after a couple of minutes she heard no voice from other side zoya knew then he had left.
Leaving behind zoya, asad drives straight to the place where he knew he would get peace and answer to all his question.
Subsequently after the drive of about few hours he finally put the halt to his car.
The steps were slow and cautious, he walked in trance to the tomb which had mud stick on it. The white marble with a name on it had completely turned pale and unreadable. There were many unwanted plants grown across the tomb. He settled on nearest place beside the tomb and started brushing off the mud from the tomb. Once the mud left the marble, he got up in a search of water. He spots a well and a bucket nearby it. Asad took the water from the well with the help of bucket. And brings the bucket to the tomb and cleans the entire place. He then got his handkerchief out and tied it on top of his head hiding his hair behind the white cloth. He kneels on floor without worrying about the dirt that are not sticking to his attire.
His once brown three piece have turns complete dark.
Asad Brings his hand close to his eyes and shuts his eyes in trance. " asalam ammi. How are you? You might be angry for not seeing you in months. Sorry. I ..its..it ..." He sighs. "You know the reason. I know even you dont like to talk about him. So we will skip that part. Ammi. As you must be already aware of the situation I m in. I want to make her understand. She is just not getting it ammi. I want her to be with me. You like her don't you. Then why is she behaving so difficult to me. I am just trying to protect her. Billal is greedy man. I know one day he shall show his colour and may try to attack her . she is only an item to sale for him. If and only if she does as I say she will help me and her own self. Ammi I am not scared of bilal no way! Its only I want to keep her safe. She is my choice and she knows it. I cant show her what I feel. She has to be in her limits. Its only I know how much I have to go through to show her her place. What ever I do intentionally or unintentionally I am doing only to save us from getting hurt.I cant help but go against my own set up principles for her. God!! I dont know how to deal with everything. I cant marry her. You know how much I hate this word. I cant accept her because of my own reasons. And I cannot let her go. Ammi please now only, you can answer me.help me." He spreads his palm over Face as few tears rolls down from his eyes.
Asad sat there for a while until he saw two foots standing beside him. He looked up to the face and felt all anger back in him.
"What are you doing here abu?" He asked without looking at his father.
"I saw your car coming this way and felt you might need me." Rashid smiled. Tying a knot on his forehead with handkerchief.
"Who told you I need your help? " he had a sarcasm in voice. "If I ever want anything from you is to you stay away from me." He had anger rolling high.
"Asad. You have to understand I am not enemy. Yes I made mistake. But marrying another woman doesn't meant I did betrayal to your mother. We are allowed to have seven wives in Islam." Rashid didn't sound like rashid khan. He was poisoned and those were not his words and he didn't even realised he was saying all this things in front of his wife's tomb. Asad felt like every nerves of his body is pumping blood to his brain. He felt so much of angst that without acknowledging his act he pounced on his father. It didn't took longer before rashid collar was in asad's grip.
"Dont you dare say that. Islam rights are to give women respect love and shelter and not to manipulate things for her and make her life miserable. Trouble so much that one she dies of humility." Asad didn't hold anything back and the angst unfortunately carried out in front of his own janat ashiyani dilshad khan. His mother.
"Asad...beta." Rashid tried to get free from his hold but asad's grip on his shirt got tighter and tighter getting him choked.
The madness, the violent in asad grew so more in the time that he lost control on himself. He pressure his grip on his neck so more that rashid hardly could breath. Just then a strong wind blew past him and the pressure was so similar as if someone is holding him back. The mud from the tomb flew in his eyes and he shut them. Asad lost his grip over his father and rashid kneeled on floor trying to breathe normal.
"I wish I never had a father." Asad said after a while of clearing his eyes. One last time before he left asad looked at his mother and the soft breeze flied to caress his face.
Rashid started to compose himself and walks back to the car. In the car there is someone already sitted and is waiting for rashid. He had witnessed everything of father and son daily soap.
"Rashid miya. I had already said your son is no longer yours. You have to separate that dirt from his life and only after that he will start listening to you." Gaffur tried to venom his thinking.
"I thought not to hurt any poor girl. Bit yes you are right she deserves what she is giving my son. Imprison and bondage."
Gaffur smiles and keeps a hand over his shoulder, " she has come from gutter and fits there. Soon I shall put her back. Have already spoken to bilal. And people like bilal have no loyalty for anything. Only money works for them. Offer them huge amount and they will sell their mothers and sisters too than what thing zoya is?"gaffur smiled and brought his phone out.
He dialled the number and brought to his ear. He remembered the time when he had seen asad giving this man money. He knew who bilal is as gaffur had visited to such alley before but what surprised him was asad getting blackmailed by this pimp. This was when he started searching for the secret and was using against asad.
"Hello salaam bhai." Bilal spoke from other end.
"Hello. Bilal I gave you one work and an offer when are you going to start it." Gaffur said in a stern voice with serious tone.
"Sahab I wanted to check with asad khan. But since he is no mood to compete your rate. The girl is yours." Billal kept the phone on speaker and stood in front of the mirror he took out a small circular box. He opened it and dipping one finger he got the black surma on his eyes.
"No. I dont want the girl. I want you to throw her so far to dungeons that she never could come back even if she wanted to she should never get any help." Gaffur looked at rashid and with ego sparkling on nose rashid nods in yes.
"Theek hai. As you say sahab. But I want my full money as promised and you will get her out of asad's life." He laughed and disconnected the call. He looked at the mirror and angled it. He could now see the cot behind him and also the girl whose virtue is ripped by him a while ago. He opens the door and calls his mens. The mens understands his sign and they walks to pick up the girl.
"Leave me..leave.." The girl cried for the umpteenth time in that hour. She looked so devastated.
"Throw her to bibi kotha. She will understand what happens when a bird tries to think that she can fly. All mens shall enjoy her accompany. Put her free for today let people enjoy her." Billal laughed and his followers too started showing their ugly teeth as if joke has been cracked.
They took the girl down. The last man who left behind and was just about to step out stopped when billal called him. "Tell bibi that all her complaints regarding quality of the girl will get demolish soon I am sending her favourite toy to her..zoya farooqui." He said it loud and clear and smiled when the man left and soon followed a blood curling scream from the same girl who they took down. He piped out of window and watched as the hooligans were dragging and ripping her already shredded clothes. Soon the screams got louder and louder as the mens started scratching her flesh and bones...
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