Humnava Mere Tu Hai Toh Meri Saansein Chale Bata De Kaise Main Jiyunga Tere Bina..❣️

Zoya was humming a song to herself. She can't wait to go to her house and hug her parents. Her excitement knew no bounds.

"Ma'am we are here." The driver announced making Zoya glance at her house through the window.

With a smile adorning her face, she exits the car and takes slow and steady steps towards the house where she had spent most of her life. Although she never had a decent relation with her Abba, but still she missed him, she wanted to hug him so tightly that he himself couldn't help but hug her too.

Shaking her head, she knock on the door and glance behind to see the car had gone. Kinza too accompanied her, but when they were in the car she got a call from the University. So Kinza was hesitant to leave Zoya alone but after several tries of Zoya assuring her that she will be alright. Kinza leaves for her college.

The door opens to reveal Farah who was wearing Black Shalwar Kamiz. Tears swelled in Zoya's eyes as she saw her sister after so many months.

"A-Ap-Appi..." Zoya hiccups, while Farah stay rooted in her place. She was shocked to see Zoya here. Her eyes went on her bump as she realises that her younger sister was pregnant. She blinked her eyelashes to stop the tears that threatens to come out of her eyes.

"Zoya....." She touched Zoya's face to see if she wasn't dreaming. Seeing it was reality, she walked out of the house and closed the door lightly. She hugs her tightly and sobs lowly.

"Kaese Ho?"

Zoya pushed her away and was slightly glaring at her sister. "Why you all weren't picking up my calls?"

Wiping the tears, Farah mutters, "Woh Zoya Ammi Abba Ko.....". She stop mid sentence when she hears some footsteps coming towards them and pushes Zoya . "Tum Jao Yaha Se Zoya!!!"

"But Farah Appi---"

"Farah Beta, What's taking so long?" Came Ahmed, Zoya's Abba distant voice as he came out of the house in search of his elder daughter. His eyes fell on Farah and then on Zoya. Fury took over his face, as he clenched his jaw the moment he stare at his younger daughter who was pregnant.

"What is she doing here?" He asked Farah through clenched teeth, as he threw a disgusted look towards Zoya.

"After all the things you have done, how dare you to come here?????" He yells raising his voice.

Farah walk towards her father and pleaded, "Abba Bas Kare Please."

Throwing daggers in Zoya's direction, he stomped inside the house.

"Zoya Behtari Isme Hi Hogi Ki Tum Apne Ghar Jaao. Atleast think about your child."

Not paying heeds to Farah's suggestion Zoya walked past her inside the house. Her Abba's word kept repeating in her mind.

'What is she doing here?'

'After all the things you have done, how dare you to come in this house?'

"What are you talking about, Abba?" Asked Zoya confused, which had Ahmed halted in his steps.

Nasreen, Zoya's mother walked out from the kitchen, as she heard Zoya's voice. She froze, as her eyes fell on Zoya. Tears started appearing in her eyes. Her daughter had changed so much. She wasn't a girl anymore, but a woman who soon was going to be a mother.

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Zoya's eyes met her mother's and she started taking steps towards her. But what happened next had her shocked.

"AMMI!!" Exclaims Farah horrified.

Zoya put her hand on her right cheek where her Ammi had slapped her. Tears stream down her eyes, as she questions her Ammi through her eyes.

"A-Am-Ammi---" Zoya hiccups.

"Ammi Mat Kehna Mujhe!!! Ammi Kehne Ka Haq Koh Diya Hai Tumne!!!"

"Kya Kami Reh Gayi Thi Mere Tarbiyat Mai, Zoya?" Asked Zoya's Ammi, as she she held her shoulders and shook her. "Bolo Haa!!"

"Kya Tumhe Ayaan Humse Zyada Aziz Tha?"

"Esliye Tumlog ne Mustafa Ko Kidnapped Kiya Nikkah Ke Waqt."

Zoya's took a step back, as her eyes went wide. Her lips wobble and as she stare at everyone through her blurry vision due to tears. Everyone eyes held disappointment and fury in them. Except Farah who had concern filled in her eyes.

"Gulnaz Aapa was right. You are nothing but a disgrace to our family." Said Ahmed coldly.

Ahmed started walking towards his younger daughter, Zoya. "Marr Kyu Nahi Gayi Tum, Zoya? Kya Hamari Mohabbat Tumhaare Liye Kam Padh Gayi Thi? Ki Tumhe Kisi Aur Mai Mohabbat Talash Karni Shuru Kardi?" He spat coldly, breaking her heart into pieces. His own heart was bleeding at his words. But what she did, hurted him. He knew his relation with his daughter wasn't good. But was his daughter this scared, that she didn't even care to tell him by herself that she didn't wanted to marry Mustafa but Ayaan.

"You should have died the moment you were born."

Zoya's Ammi gasped at her husband statement.

"Kaunsi Mohabbat Ki Baat Karre Ho, Abba? Aapne Kabhi Mujhse Mohabbat Bhi Ki Thi? Did you ever once considered me your daughter?" Sobs Zoya, staring right in her Abba's eyes.

"Did you ever once congratulated me during my birthday?" Asked Zoya, titling her head. She fake chuckle, "Nahi Na!!! You didn't even gave me gifts, Abba. Why would you? Because you never rememberd my birthday!!!"

"You never took side of mine whenever your sister criticizes me. Hell!! You didn't even find this daughter of yours beautiful in comparison of your sister' daughter, Afifa."

"Aur Aap Jis Izzat Ki Baat Karre Ho Na, Woh Toh Aapne Kab Ka Koh Di Hote, if it weren't for Ayaan." Zoya spats. "Two males were following me and God knows what would have happen if Ayaan wouldn't appear at that time."

"Aaj Se Aapne Aapki Dusre Beti Kho Di, Abba. Nahi Dikhauge Aaj Ke Baad Mai Apni Shakal Aap Sab Ko. Samaj Lena Ki Intekaal Ho Gya Hai Mera."

Glancing at her Ammi, she whispers, "Like always you decided to side with Abba. YOU WERE NEVER MY AMMI BUT HIS WIFE."

Zoya heart was burning, as if something had set fire on it. And that someone was none other than her parents. Who bought her in these world but forget to love and cherish her. She felt suffocating in the house that she once used to called Home.

Without sparing a glance to anyone, Zoya turned on her heels and walked out of the house with a heavy and painful heart which was shattered into pieces by her own people.

She was walking down the road with tears running down her cheeks and lost in her thoughts. Her chest was in pain, so much pain. All the conversation that took inside the house was replaying in her mind.

When suddenly she heard a familiar voice calling her name out, bringing her out of her thoughts. She looked up to see a truck was coming towards her and she froze in her place. And before she knew she got hit by it and was surrounded by her blood and darkness consumed her vision.

They were waiting for the operation to end. When a nurse came out of the Operation theatre and was about to go to call another doctor. When Ayaan asked her desperately, "How's my wife?"

"Seems like your wife doesn't desire to live. We are losing her." With that she walked away leaving Ayaan and everyone devastated.

It's been two days that felt like two years for the Khan's and Malik's family. The staff and workers couldn't help but feel sympathy for them, especially Ayaan. Who hadn't said or ate anything. He looked lifeless.

The whole world was praying for Zoya, especially Ayaan's fans who couldn't see their idol singer in such state. Zoya was all over the news.

Ayaan walked in the room and sat on the chair beside Zoya's bed. His eyes brimmed with tears as he saw his wife, Zoya. His first love laying on the bed, with various wires attached to her body. Her once honey like skin look so pale right now. She looked so weak and had lose so much weight. Taking her hand in his, he placed a kiss on it.

"Jaan, Please Uth Jaao Na Ab." He pleaded brokenly. "Nahi Raha Jara Tumhaare Bina Ab."

"Doctors are saying you might leave us. But I don't believe them. Because I knew my Zoya isn't so weak." He exclaims, as a single tear escapes his eyes and drop over her hand.

"Pl-Please Zoya. Don't leave us. We all need you. Especially our daughter."

Just then the door of the room open, Mehwish who had entered the room with her granddaughter in her arms felt heartbroken as she hears Ayaan's word.

Walking towards her son, she sat beside him and said softly, "Ayaan, she needs you. You can't run away from your responsibility."

She was referring to the bundle of joy in her arms who was looking at both of them with a pout, as if listening their conversation.

"Mama I--" His eyes peek at his daughter, before he looked away back to Zoya. "I----I can't."

"I can't look at her without feeling guilty. Because of me her mother is in this condition. If only I had accompany Zoya, none of these would have happened."

A loud cry capture their both attention, as their eyes fell on the baby in Mehwish arms. Mehwish tried rocking her back and forth, but still her cries didn't stop. Ayaan who was witnessing this, couldn't help but feel an ache in his heart as he saw his daughter crying immensely. He forwarded his arms in his daughter direction, making the corner of Mehwish mouth lift upwards. The moment her granddaughter born, Ayaan didn't even spare a glance at her and take her in his arms. He didn't left Zoya's side even for a second.

It was miracle that the baby survived, but the chances of Zoya surviving was quite low. Mehwish recalls what the doctor said after her granddaughter was born,

'Zoya's condition is quite weak. She needs to get conscious in the next fourty eight hours or else........ We might lose her.'

The moment Ayaan took his daughter in his arms, she stopped crying and again started staring her father intently. A smile was playing on the baby's face.

Ayaan who hadn't smile or said anything since last few days, chuckles at his daughter antiques. His whole face bring up, his eyes were glittering with happiness. He placed a kiss on her forehead, which had the baby laughing out loud. 'Indeed Daughters are blessing.' Ayaan thought to himself.

"See!! She was craving for your attention." Mehwish smiled, wiping the tears that escaped her eyes, as she witness the father and daughter moment.

Unknown to them, another happiness was making their way towards them. Sensing and listening the father and daughters' moment, Zoya's finger slightly moved. Which no one noticed.

Iqra with Saqib in her arms entered the room. Saqib who was in her arms was blabbering something in his own language.

Saqib eyes fell on Ayaan's daughter and he started trying going towards her. Iqra who noticed this, asked her son, "Kya Hua Saqib?"

Ayaan who saw that too, said to Iqra, "Give him to me."

Once, Iqra passed Saqib to him, Ayaan made him sit on his lap. While his daughter was on his other arms.

Gawking at the baby, Saqib poke his finger in her cheeks. Making the baby laugh loudly, and so do Saqib. While rest of the adults observed amazed.

But they couldn't understand that it was the beginning of new love story.

He was running so fast, making everyone turn around to look at him. But he didn't care. He was stopped by an old woman who was wearing old and slightly torn clothes.

"Beta Allah Ke Naam Pe Kuch Dedo. Subah Se Kuch Khaya Nahi Hai."

He pulled out his wallet from his jeans pocket and gave all the money to the old woman.

"Here, take this." He said with a smile on his face.

"No. No. I don't need so much money. Just give me a hundred rupees." The old woman exclaims with wide eyes.

"Just have it, please." He insisted.

The old woman couldn't help but ask, "Bohot Khush Nazar Aare Ho Tum Beta. Agar Bura Na Maano Toh Puch Sakti Hu Es Khushi Ka Raaz??"

"My love, my wife has finally gained consious".

With a smile adorning his handsome face, Ayaan again started running towards his wife room. Roaming his hand multiple times in his hair in excitement. When he reached outside her room, his eyes fell on a certain figure who was pacing outside the room. His face got tense, when he saw who that person was. As if feeling his gaze, that person eyes roam until it fell on Ayaan. His eyes were full of regret and guilt.

Ayaan somehow knew that Ahmed, his father-in-law was somehow the reason why Zoya was in this condition.

Ahmed, who was so desparate to meet his daughter Zoya, started walking towards Ayaan, "Ayaan----".

Ayaan without paying heed to him, walked inside the room, who was full of Malik's and Khan's. Everyone was chattering and showing their love to Zoya.

A pin drop silence took over, when everyone eyes fell on Ayaan and then Zoya. Everyone started leaving the room, knowing that the couple needs some privacy.

"Ayaan......." She said in a weak hoarse voice.

"Zoya...." He rushed towards her and sat beside her on the chair.

"Jaan Hi Leli Thi Tumne Mere." He whispers taking her hands in his and kissing each and every fingers affectionately.

Zoya's heart swell in happiness and her eyes brimmed with tears as she saw the state Ayaan was in. His hair was a mess and was all over his forehead and a huge dark circles was underneath his eyes.

Taking his face in her hands, she placed a kiss on his forehead, which had him closed his eyes and smile slightly.

"Yeh Kya Haal Bana Liya Hai Aapne Aapka, Ayaan?" She asked slightly angry.

"Dekho Toh Sahi Puch Bhi Kaun Raha Hai!! Who almost leaved us." Ayaan stated rolling his eyes.

"Mai Kaise Chod Sakte Thi Aapko Ayaan. Es Dil Ki Dhadkan Hai Aap. Aakhir Es Dil Mein Ho Tum, Ayaan." She said softly, staring lovingly in his black orbs.

Ayaan couldn't help but kiss her passionately and hungrily. Conveying all his feelings and worries and happiness through this kiss. Zoya kiss him back, she herself missed him. After pulling away when both were out of their breath, Ayaan was staring at her so intensely that had her inside melt and shiver.

"Aapko Kya Laga Ayaan Mai Aapka Picha Itni Aasani Se Chod Dungi?? Galat Fehmi Hai Yeh Aapki. I am not leaving you alone atleast not for another fifty years." She joked, making Ayaan shake his head and laugh lowly.

And just like that the two lovers were reunited and their love won the battle that was thrown against them.

So Zoya is alive!!! Umeed Karte Hu Ki Aap Sab Mujhse Abhi Kafa Nahi Ho😄

Btw, what would you guys like to say about Saqib and the baby???? Well there's a suprise waiting for you all, after the Epilogue😉.. Ab Please yeh mat puchna ki Suprise kya hai😬😬

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