Originally posted by: SanFrangirl
sahi mein @fanraya? I was feeling it is too melodramatic, too filmy. But I had already seen @jaren93 beautiful chapter of same event so tried to make it "different" .Nextcoming up is the grand scene between Asfi and Zubiya which I suppose will have to be intense. Bas after that I will go to the epilogue. These two crazy characters have already caused too many coronary events and need to be happy and let us be happy. Bahut ho gaya!!![/QUOTE]So true, I can not wait to read your next chapter, Please Jaldi Karo I can not wait for that grand scene. And yes some happy moments please, we all know we probably will not get in the drama, at least you can make us happy🤗 Also you are an awesome writer, gosh I can not imagine we have so many creative ppl here, thank you so much for putting so much efforts..A big hug to you..Btw are you a California gal? me too.
#4
It was 10 pm when Dr Shehroze departed for his home, having managed to pull Khajista back from the internal bleeding that had threatened her life. He looked at Dr Asfandyar who was unusually quiet and brooding. Dr Shehroze had seen both Zubiya and Asfandyar in Khajista's room that evening for a second, and had felt something was very wrong. Both of them looked devastated. He considered whether he should say something to his much younger colleague, this boy he had known for the past 5 years.
Dr S: " Is there something wrong, Dr Asfandyar? Is Dr Zubiya okay?
A: " Sir, I don't really know. I need to find out myself.
Dr S: "I am a little worried about her involvement in this patient's life, but you know in our profession we deal with people's pains and illnesses. A young sensitive girl, who dosent have family would probably get overwhelmed by the tragedy in other people's lives if she did not have a safety valve at home. You and I go back home and we can be our real selves. But Zubiya is all alone and there does not seem to be anyone in her life away from this hospital. It is natural for her to feel others' pains more.
A: Right Sir
Asfandyar then walked back to the Doctors Common Room to look for her. The usually well lighted room was lighted only by a single bulb and she sat there defeatedly , head bowed down . She reminded him of a broken down doll. As he stood there, watching her, he was scared, really scared for the first time since all this had begun. He had assumed that he would be able to reason it out with her, coax her, boss her and be able to convince her to come back to him . Now he was not sure. He didn't know what he was dealing with. She really had turned into a stranger right before his eyes. Her words yesterday, when she had admitted to him that she didn't love him and that she was dead serious that she didn't want to marry him or anybodythey seemed true now. She really had been dead serious. As he watched her, he felt near tears. He had been certain about Zubiya, but this was not the Zubiya he knew. There were no navigation maps he had for these waters.
He realised she had probably not slept for 36 hours and may be not eaten too. Normally he would have laid down the law about that and he knew she would have not resisted his bossing but to think of ordering her to eat and sleep seemed so futile now.
He shifted slightly and she looked up and stared at him. She sat up straight, covered her head without breaking off his gaze even once. Asfandyar, all his romantic notions of being able to read her eyes went straight outta the window. He sat down across the coffee table and faced her. She waited not once wavering, simply watching him. He felt a coward, looked down and away and back at her.
A: Khajista is out of danger now. She had internal bleeding but Dr Shehroze was able to stabilize her. She is going to be fine, we think.
If he had been expecting some change in her demeanour, his hopes were dashed. She sat unmoved with the watchful gaze still on him.
Zubiya, silently heard his words about Khajista. She already knew in her heart that Khajista would pull through. She recalled his shocked expression in the ICU as he seemed to reel from the horror of what he had overheard her saying to Khajista. She did not even remember what she had actually said but she knew from the expression on his face that he knew. Where as 24 hours earlier she had run to him to break off everything in order to avoid this very shame , now it didn't matter to her. In the past 24 hours she had realised that all the running away she had done from her truth had been in vain. Every road in her life brought her back to the same starting point and she was tired of trying to escape the inescapable. She only wished she didn't have to see him, to watch him as he came to realise who she was and file away each detail of his expression and words to torture herself every day of her living life. She was so sorry, so wretched for having dragged him through this. She wanted this over now, she didn't want to further add to his sense of betrayal and humiliation. This honorable dignified man who she loved like there was no tomorrow certainly deserved the truth. Esp since there were no tomorrows anyway.
At a loss for words, Asfi was stumped how to go on further. He drew a large breath, steadying himself and trying to think how best to reach her.
Z: " Kya janana chahte hain aap?
A: " Kuch bhi nahin stammering a bit "..Nahin jo bhi tum kehna chaho
They look at each other for a long minute, his eyes pleading, her expression unreadable.
Then she looked down at her fingers and spoke. She spoke in a low voice without any expression
Z: : "Aap jis Zubiya ko janate hain who mera sach hai hi nahin .
Mera sach yeh hai ki meri maa ko mere baap ne maar dala aur main kuch nah kar payi unhe insaaf na dilwa payi.
Mera sach yeh hai ki unhi Abbi ko maine 6 saal til til kar marte dekha aur maine unhe maaf kar diya
Mera sach yeh hai ki mera eik bhai hai, jo us ghar mein mera sab kuch tha, mera dost, mera muhafiz, aaj woh mujhe bhool chuka hai.
She kept quiet.
Each of her statements hurt Asfandyar physically, as if something was knocking the breath out of him. Her voice was growing frailer and quieter with every word. She still refused to look anywhere except her fingers. She seemed to be turned into stone. He wondered how near a breakdown she was.
Aur ek sach joh aap se chupa nahin hai who hai Rameez ka sach jiski mujhe 8 saal saza mil chuki hai.
It was dead quiet after that as seconds lengthened into minutes and she sat with her head bowed.
And somewhere a scared little girl, threw her hands over her face and cried bitterly in the dark. Only no one heard her.
Asfi, his eyes wet with tears, just wanted to go and gather her in his arms and cry for her, cry for them. Cry for the enormous burden she had been carrying for years. He thought he had had it hard since Daniyal bhai died but what this girl, so much younger to him, had undergone, was beyond belief. He hadn't found the heart to forgive any one but this girl had forgiven the wrongs done by everyone, and THEN punished herself for it. What a low opinion of humanity she must have, and here he was angry that she didn't want to marry him. Dear God, what a mess and how was he to right this mess. He watched her hoping to see some chink in the armor so he could reach out to her.
Zubiya could not bear to sit there and not know what was going on in his mind. He must be disgusted, relieved that he escaped it before it was too late. She wanted to run out, go away from his presence, anything to end this now desperately.
Softly, without looking at him, she got up and went out. He was taken aback and hurriedly got up and followed her. She didn't look back but walked to the parking lot in the dark. He caught up with her on the steps and stood in front of her " I will drop you home now .
She looked around in shock and realised it was the dead of night. The really cold night air and her light clothes made her shiver once. The guards looked at them curiously. She did not want to cause a scene to embarrass him any further so she went and quietly climbed onto the passenger side.
Relieved that at least she accepted this much from him he quickly started the car. He still needed some time with her and they had spent too much time in the car in the past. It seemed to him to be a good place to start the long walk back home.
He drove quickly to a private safe spot he knew of next to the river bank road and stopped. Still scared, he turned off the ignition and took off his spectacles. Turning towards her, he wondered what his plan B was and then realised he didn't even have a Plan A. Way to go Dr Asfi. You bring her out, you don't know what she wants. You don't even know what to say to her. All you know is that you want her to stay. This girl had brought some happiness in every life she had touched here, whether it was Gaiti, or Dr Haroun or his parents, or Rustom or Khajista or even small children. Never did she ask for help for herself. And worse all, everyone she counted as a friend , not one of them could repay her kindness and find out the baggage she was most wrestling with. How self absorbed are we that we are so ready to receive and never to give? And most of all he kicked himself, he thought he was in love with her; why, his love too was not enough for her to trust him. Takes a special kind of idiot to miss so many clues.
Zubiya, hadn't paid attention during the drive and assumed that they had reached the hostel. She turned to open the car door and quickly he leaned across and stopped her hand. She looked at him and suddenly realised that he had ...cried? So far she had only been turned away from him with one foot outta the door, ready to flee. So absorbed she had been in readying her own escape when the truth came out, she had failed to notice that the second person in the equation, the witness to her truth, could also have suffered. She turned towards him as he leaned across the space with his hand on the car door. For that infinitesimal second both looked at each other, closer than they had ever been. Then Zubiya , slowly lifted the fingers of her right hand and touched his lower eyelashes, felt its wetness, and with the greatest of compassion, with the greatest of tenderness put her right arm around his head and brought it down to her shoulder while she gently patted his hair and soothed him down.
abhi bhi to be continued??😊
(Jaren here from my sister's account.) I kept waiting at night but then went to sleep when you didn't post the next part. Woke up to this. Girl! You are so damn awesome! This update too, was intense, emotional and spell-binding. Asfi has this thing for listening to her chup k 😆 but we are not complaining! Always turns out into something interesting. Let's see how he woos her and forces her to finally get rid of the mask Zubia has so fiercely hidden herself behind. Continue soon. Can't wait at all!
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