Chapter 1

Hi my beautiful friends! Ok so I've been writing this story on AsYa since I watched the episode with Tanveer's intro (yeah I know, long time ago but bear with me) and I just haven't gotten around to posting yet. So far I've got four chapters and I will upload them one by one.

Without further ado, let's get started then.

Disclaimer: I do not own Asad or Zoya or any of the characters from Qubool Hai (although I would love to take Jahanpanah Six Packs home ), I am merely playing around with them and feeding my imagination. All characters belong to 4 Lions and 4 Lions alone.

He was here. He was here to save her. To take her away and forgive her for what he had said. He was finally here. Zoya couldn't help the delight that was slowly creeping up her spine when her eyes fell on his ruggedly handsome face. His face, which was usually under a mask of vexation, now had trepidation written all over it. Hot tears prickled her eyes as she saw him start to sprint towards her. When her arms had reached out to embrace him, she didn't know. For all that mattered was the fact that he was there. Closer and closer he came until.

The smile on her face faltered as soon as she felt him brush right past her. What had happened? He had come for her hadn't he? Then why did he run right past her? Zoya was shocked. He entire body felt paralysed as the revelation of what had occurred dawned on her. If he wasn't there for her, then who was he here for? Hands hanging loosely by her side, Zoya turned around slowly, fear and anger gripping her heart coldly. She froze as her gaze landed on him. Nausea struck her almost immediately as she saw him wrapped in an embrace with another woman. He was holding her tightly, fearing that if he let go, she would disappear. Her head spinning and body shaking, Zoya turned and fled the scene. Why? She did not know. The only option that she felt was viable was for her to run away somewhere so far that no one could find her. Run away, hide, cry, scream, and hit something. There was just so much she wanted to do. Her head was spinning like a top, her sight was blurring. She didn't care; she had to get away. Away. She didn't hear the distant call of her name as she walked. Her vision was getting worse and worse and her body stopped cooperating with her. The last thing she heard as her mind was consumed in darkness was his voice calling her name.

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The pillow was hard and uncomfortable. Zoya shifted and her eyes shot open with a scream billowing out from her mouth as she fell.

"Allah miyaan, what's wrong wi-," Zoya was cut off from her rant as she saw two pensive eyes staring at her. Zoya swallowed and sat straight only to realise that she wasn't in a bed. She was in the backseat of a car. His car.

"Ms. Farooqui, are you okay?" He asked. Zoya swallowed again and nodded before sitting back on the seat. It was only then did she notice the other woman sitting in the front seat. She had an oval face with kind eyes and a smile on her lips. Zoya couldn't help her thoughts.

She's so beautiful. Proper, is the right word. Head covered, salwar suit, everything about this girl screamed innocence.

"What?" Zoya asked stiffly. The smile faltered on the woman's face and she looked at him. He turned his gaze back to her and much to her annoyance, there was a sparkle of anger in his eyes.

"Ms. Faroo-,"

"Why are you here?' She asked coolly, cutting across him. She surprised not only him, but also herself. She never talked to him like this. Yeah she got on his nerves, but never actually snapped at him. Zoya was almost ready to pass out when he silently turned back in his seat, started the engine and pulled back from the accident area.

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"Are you okay?" Zoya froze as a chill ran up her spine. His voice had this affect on her. It was so deep that she could feel the vibrations ring through her bones causing a shiver to surge through her. But all thoughts vanished when the memory of him hugging Tanveer flashed in her mind.

Asad didn't need to have a trained eye to see the change in Ms. Farooqui's behaviour. Her expression went from blank to stern and she turned to look at him with rage slowly filling her eyes.

"Does it look like I'm okay, Mr. Khan?" She barked at him. Asad blinked and sighed heavily.

"Ms. Farooqui, I didn't know," he said, hating the fact that the guilt was hanging over him like a shadow.

"You didn't know what? That I was on the bus? That I could've been dead?" Zoya asked. Asad felt his anger flare. She was the one who had held him back from going to court and here she was rebuking him now after he had saved her?

"Now listen here, Ms. Farooqui. I-,"

"No, you listen here Mr.Khan!" She snapped holding up a hand to silence him. He fell silent immediately. What in the world?

"You don't need to waste your time caring about me. I'm a guest at your place and you should stay in your limits and treat me as a guest. I have no one in this world. I have learnt to live my life alone and I want to keep it that way. Please, do not burden yourself by actually caring about me," Zoya said to him. Asad was shocked to hear her words. Where had that come from?

"Okay, Ms. Farooqui. If that's what you want, then so shall be it," he said as calmly as he could. To say Zoya was surprised was an understatement. She was downright shocked.

"You-you-What?" She stammered.

"I said, Ms. Farooqui, if you want to be treated as a guest then you will be treated such. I will make sure of that," he said monotonously. Zoya didn't like the way he was saying it at all. She felt stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. When he turned and walked out calmly Zoya stood there not moving for a full five minutes as his words sunk in.

If you want to be treated as a guest then you will be treated such.

Crap.

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