Tushar was getting ready for another boring business party.

Arjun was invited too but he was not going because Aisha was not well and he didn't want to leave her.

So it was only him. He sighed but smiled thinking about his sister.

She got married to the man she loved two years back. He was very against it initially because the man was not as rich as he was.

But Aisha had been adamant and went ahead and married him going against Tushar.

And he was truly happy for his sister. She got her love. She fought for it.

His smile fell remembering her.

He too loved someone. Still does. She was his then. But not anymore.

Her father didn't approve of their relationship because back then he wasn't what he was now.

He was just another normal man and she was the daughter of a very rich businessman. And he wanted someone as rich as him for his daughter.

Tushar had vowed that he would come back to her when he would be capable enough in the eyes of her father.

But he had lost. He was too late. And she was gone.

His Zoya!

Her name still bought a smile on his face.

He still remembers how he met her for the first time.

He was 20 years old and in his final year.

She was a new student and two years younger than him.

Their was a typical meet. She was exploring her college and he was rushing for his class.

"Excuse me!"

He stopped hearing someone call him.

"Could you tell me the way towards the canteen?"

She asked politely and he nodded pointing towards the direction. She thanked him and went off.

He didn't know why but he continued to look at her for two minutes. He shook his head realising what he was doing and ran to his classroom.

This was their first meet. Nothing special.

Two two weeks later they bumped into each other again.

"Oh sorry! Hey!"

She said. Tushar was surprised she recognised him.

"Hi."

He smiled. She smiled back and asked.

"Which year?"

"Final."

"Ohh. Which course?"

"B.com."

She smiled wider and forwarded her hand.

"Me too. First year."

He took her hand in a firm shake.

"That's nice. Toh how is it abhi tak?"

He asked trying to keep the conversation going.

"Abhi tak toh pretty good. Any advice?"

She asked playfully and he chuckled.

"Just don't take everything too seriously. College life enjoy krna. It won't come again."

(Enjoy your college life.)

He said and she smiled.

"By the way I am Tushar. Tushar Sharma."

"Zoya. Zoya Bansal."

He frowned and she smiled understanding his dilemma.

"Confused whether I am a Muslim or Hindu?"

He nodded feeling a little embarrassed.

"Don't worry. Everyone is. Well iski bhi ek backstory hai."

(This has a backstory.)

He looked on curiously waiting for her to tell.

"I was declared born dead. Yeah! Shocking I know."

She said when she saw his eyes widen in shock.

"But mumma ki jo doctor thi she didn't give up. Mumma fought for me and she fought with mumma. She brought me back to life. Uss doctor ka naam Zoya tha. I am named after her."

(But mumma's doctor didn't give up. That doctor's name was Zoya.)

She said and Tushar was in awe.

"That....is beautiful."

He said genuinely and she looked surprised.

"You are the first one to think that. Baaki sabko ye weird lagta hai."

(Everyone else thinks its weird.)

She said. He had indeed found it beautiful and he said so.

"You have a beautiful name Zoya!"

She was yet again surprised. Tucking her hair behind her ear she smiled. Her cheeks a little flushed.

He broke out of his thoughts hearing a knock on his door.

Wearing his watch he opened the door and saw his maid standing there.

"Sir should I stay?"

He asked and Tushar shook his head.

"Nhi. Aap ghar jaaiye. Mujhe ek event mai jaana hai late ho jaayega."

(No. You go home. I have to go to an event and I'll be late.)

The man nodded and left. Tushar too took his car keys and sat in his car after locking his house.

He turned on the GPS and started driving.

His heart was unusually restless today. An intuition. Maybe something was going to happen.

He hoped everything would he fine.

He reached the venue and gave his car to the vallet. Taking his suit jacket he wore it before entering.

He was welcomed and greeted by his partners and fellow businessmen.

He was talking to one of them when he heard someone call him from behind.

"Tushar Sharma!"

He turned and saw her father. He nodded politely greeting him.

"I have heard a lot about you young man. You've achieved a lot. You deserve it."

He was happy that he was finally being praised by her father but it was of no use now.

"You know him papa?"

The man he was talking to earlier asked her father.

"Yes. We were acquainted in the past."

He replied and then turned to Tushar.

"And this here is my son-in-law."

He said and Tushar froze.

Son-in-law? He looked at the man again and he smiled politely.

Tushar tried smiling back but his heart was breaking yet again.

The men started talking while Tushar zoned out lost in her memories.

He excused himself and walked a little away. His heart felt heavy.

Just then he heard the voice. The voice he could never forget in his life.

She was here. Looking beautiful as ever and Tushar froze yet again.

He was seeing her after a full 7 years. She had not changed even a bit. Matured a little and gotten even more beautiful if possible.

Her next words broke the remaining peices of his heart.

"Here! Take your son. Aaj inhe apne papa ke paas hi rehna hai."

(Today he wants his father only.)

She said with a chuckle and handed the man a little baby of about an year. The baby squealed excitedly and hugged the man calling him his papa.

She was married and a mother too. He had lost her. Lost his love.
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