It has been 6 months since I was married to Asad Ahmed
Khan. 6 months since my life changed forever. 6 months since I changed. 6
months since I saw Zoya Siddique last. Now I am Zoya Asad Ahmed Khan. Wife of
one of the most influential businessmen in Bhopal. And also the wife of one of
the most unaffected men in the world.
I didn't know that people as harsh as him even exist in
real life. He was so different, so..so scary! And Allah knows that I have never
seen him smile because maybe even Allah himself hasn't seen him smiling. My
mother-in-law and sister-in-law are my angels in disguise. Dilshaad mom gives
me the love that I never got from a mother. Najma on the other hand reminds me
so much Aapi, the way she calls me Zo bhabhi! I wish Aapi was here though. I
miss her and jiju a lot.
Its because of Dilshaad mom and Najma that I'm still
here. They say I can change him. How can I change someone who doesn't even look
at me? Forget appreciating my presence! They say I was the miracle they were
waiting for. Really? Because apart from my life changing drastically, there's
no other miracle I ever saw in these 6 months!
"Zoya! Come down I made kheer for you, beta!" I heard
Dilshaad mom calling me. Wondering why I call her 'Dilshaad mom'? That's
because I have another mom! Yeah, I guess I got too lucky! Shireen mom was the
other mom whom I was forced to call Ammi'
"I'll be right there Mom!" I quickly broke my chain of
thoughts and rushed down the stairs.
"Oh you're here! I've made kheer-puri for you..come
I took a bite gracefully and admired her for her
beautiful cooking skills like always.
"Wow Ammi! This is amazing! I love you!" I pulled her
into a rib-crashing hug.
"And what about my son? Don't you love him?" The smile
vanished almost instantly and I broke out of the hug.
"What is happening with the two of you Zoya? I thought
you were going to change him?"
"Mom I'I mean Asad'I'I don't know what to do!"
"Is this the same Zoya who had promised me that she
would give me my smiling son back 6 months ago?"
"A lot has changed mom'I can't change him. He doesn't
even look at me! He only nods in a yes or no when I ask him something. I have
never heard him communicating with me! It kills me Mom!" Finally my tears gave
way and Mom grabbed me tightly.
"Have faith in Allah, baccha. He will change. Tell him
you love him."
"Whenever I look in to his eyes'there's only
negativity, only sadness. How do I say something so beautiful and pure to a man
who would never understand the meaning of it?"
"You shouldn't say that beta. I promise, if he doesn't
change in a week's time, I myself will send you back to New York. I promise."
"Should I arrange for dinner? What would you like to
have?" My wife asked me like every other
day while I just focused on the laptop screen and nodded in a no.
I could see her face fall from the corner of my eyes.
But there wasn't much I could do about it. I was horrible when it came to
communicating through words. I expected her to leave the room and return when I
fell asleep like always. But she
entered the room and closed the door, shutting it with the latch.
"Asad'we need to talk." As soon as I heard those words
I gulped. But my fingers didn't stop working on the buttons as I typed
"Asad I'm'I'm talking to you!" I heard her a little
louder now and I ignored her again.
"Asad?!" A little more louder.
"Allah Miyan, what's wrong with you Asad!" And this
time I couldn't hold my laughter back. She was one of a kind. With her favorite
dialogue that I hear almost everyday a thousand times, I couldn't help
but smile. But she never said it to me. Obviously, we never spoke!
I just burst out laughing like a maniac who was
probably just released from the Mental Hospital while she stared at me
After a while my laughter subsided and I looked at her
and her wide eyes. Was she angry or happy?
"How dare you! Urrgghhh!" Saying that she bounced
towards me as I kept my laptop aside and ran for my life while she chased me
with a flower vase in her hand.
After running a lot she accidently tripped over the rug
on the floor and landed on me as we fell backwards on the bed with me over her.
I looked into her eyes directly for the first time in
these six months. There was peace and wait. Suddenly I was left bewildered, was I really making her wait so much?
I couldn't hold back any longer and dipped my head
below to meet her lips. And the rest was heaven. I was new to this, I didn't
know about her though. Our eyes drifted shut and I felt her hand in my hair as
she tried to divulge me further. And it worked! It worked wonders! As we pulled
out of the kiss totally out of breath, I saw her slightly red face. Is that a blush?
She looked gorgeous!!
It's been 2 days. And it's never been worse. After that
late night kiss we shared, he stopped the little nodding he used to do too!
Obviously he would stop because even she had stopped talking to him! 'Allah Miyan' She thought. What was she
going to do with this man? Suddenly her phone buzzed. She say Ayaan flashing.
"Hey beautiful! What's up?"
"Ayaan I'm your bhabhi now! Don't call me that!"
"Oh shut up! Just take the credit, will you?"
"Whatever. Why are you calling me at 9 in the morning?"
"Ummm'Ammi and Abbu want Bhaijaan and you to come over for
"What?! You know Asad would never agree!"
"I don't give a flying fu-"
"Okay sorry. No bad words in front of Bhabhijaan! But
you'll have to come alright! No excuses!"
"But Ayaan..how do I convince Asad?"
"That's not my business! And I gotta go, Humera is
looking for me! Buh-bye!"
As she put the phone down she realized that she would
have to talk to Asad again now. Would the same thing happen what happened last
time? Or maybe he wouldn't look at me at all! But I have to talk to him,
otherwise Ammi and Abbu'Urrgghhh! Life's
She turned around and saw the door unlocking. Asad was
back home from his morning walk.
She turned to look at him and decided to talk to him. Only TALK.
"Hey!" Zoya beemed.
my God! Don't open that mouth of yours, girl! We both know what we end up
"Hi." He said softly.
Zoya blinked and stared at him with her mouth wide
open. Did he just say hi to me?!
"Yeah he called me too. I happened to miss the call
though, what did he say?"
"Ummm'Ammi and Abbu have invited us for lunch today."
She watched his face turn into a rigid stone. He
stopped reading the newspaper and looked up at her with anger in his eyes. Zoya
gulped. She had never seen him so angry! Wait'was
he'? OMG! Is he crying? She wondered
as she noticed his eyes getting misty. But it wasn't the emotional tear-up! He
was going mad with rage.
Her words were left incomplete as he threw the
newspaper across the room and ran his fingers through his hair.
"You know what? I'm gonna end all of this bullshit
today! All the drama and fake concern ends today! It has got to stop!"
"Asad he's your fath-"
"Don't! Don't even dare to say that word! He's no one
"Look I know your upset'just talk to me!"
With two huge steps he approached her and banged her
against the wall. Gripping her shoulders in his fists while she winced.
"Don't tell me what to do! I had to bear your non sense
for 6 months, your voice, your smell, your sight, everything infuriates me! I
married you only because Ammi wanted me to settle down! I don't know what you
want from me or what you deserve! All I know is that you and me can never happen!"
With that he jerked her out of his arms, ignored her
tears and sore arms and walked outside the room. Leaving a broken Zoya behind'
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