Hey guys, Lovely being read… thankyou for the wishes and praises… its overwhelming.
Gosh I never had thought that I would like KSG. To say the truth I like him only in DMG with shilpa as ridhhima. And after that I left the serial. But now I am head over heels in love with Asad. He is my ultimate inspiration to write this SS and not forgetting Asad and Ayaan relationship. The incredible Step- brother bond. Its Lovely and refreshing.
So I must take a vow before starting the SS, 'I Love Asad. I Love Qubool hai. I Love Asad-Ayaan relationship!' so that I can finish it. 😆
Okay, now being serious.
The following story is totally different from the serial. The characters, the plot will remain the same though but the situations and the characterization will alter according to the author's version.
Iff anyone of you find anything wrong or disapproving you are free to PM me at any point of time. But I'll stop the SS only when I'll get 25+ complaints.
And guys do honor me with your comments because they are my absolute fuel to continue with zeal.
I love you all.
Now without further ado here is the Part.
Part 1
(characterization and Prologue)
Being always fathered by the fate, cared by a lone woman, his mother and loved by a sister, Asad was always a man he didn't want to be. Well… ever craved for father's love? It was an absolute NO for him. For him his father never existed. And if he did, he lost him. Having filled with immense hatred for Rashid A. Khan, he loved his step brother Ayaan against all odds; he was as ultimate source of solace to him.
Asad was a man of few words, he believed in taking actions. Being a master of a big villa, and MD of big construction company, he had everything that any man would wish for. For others he was an ideal man to take inspirations from, for girls… to dream about. He had a very subtle look, attractive personality, serious expressions which gave him a certain enigma which made him more desirable. He never cared much for what anyone thought about him. Why would he? He was used to see the questions in each eye that ever surrounded him. The questions about his identity, his father and so on.
He never cared even if his life would have been much easy. But his was not.
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Morning 6:00 AM (Asad's villa)
The alarm beeped. An occupant of a beautiful guest room woke up. Stretching her self looking around, she smiled to her self. She was not the guest and this was not the guestroom anymore, as it was once when she had arrived about ten years ago. Looking at front wall tracing the beautiful picture that hung, of her with his mother and sister and him. A small smile crept on her lips.
She moved out of the comforter, set the bed neatly. Looked around the room to check if it was arranged. Then quickly taking shower moved out of the room towards the kitchen.
Black coffee with about one cube of sugar as liked by Asad, a ginger tea as loved by Dilshad- carrying she moved out of the kitchen. First moved towards Dilshad's room, knocked and on getting desirable answer moved in.
'Why do you do all these works beta. I would have taken myself.' Dilshad said as she caressed her cheek.
'Aunty, I am like your daughter, and so just treat me like one. I love doing it. And you know it's the only thing I do.' She said giggling.
Dilshad noticed Asad's coffee mug and asked, 'you didn't give him the coffee yet. Go quickly otherwise he would get angry.'
'Yeah.. okay I am rushing. By the way aunty you are looking very pretty today.' She said as she rushed out, Dilshad could hear the faint good morning. She smiled.
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Zoya was an orphan, well to say orphan in real sense is wrong. She still had a sister who was in UK happily married to a man of beautiful persona. Though Zoya was also with them till ten but then she didn't wanted to leave India. So her angel her jiju sent her to his close and most trusted acquaintance the Ahmad Khans.
Initially she couldn't imagine to live in the same house as Asad, they were poles apart. Neither could stand each other. It was like a permanent cold war that was going on within the four walls. But somehow the impossible happened and she fell in love with a man who was well desired. Well to say that credit of liking him entirely goes to Zoya, will be wrong. It happened as the time passed. She was three years younger than him. They studied in same school, him Najma and Zoya. Najma was however a year younger than Zoya but both shared a strong understanding bond.
But Zoya could never understand why Asad was so indifferent towards her. From the time she understood her feelings for him she started coming close to him doing petty things, tried to steal some moments from the life to remain close to him… among the petty things included making him coffee, bringing him water whenever he came from outside, setting his things according to his preference in his room. Trying to disturb him least and even cooking sometimes.
She wanted to blend herself according to him in every way, and surprisingly she succeeded to. But ultimately loosing true her to become a Zoya she was not. First she thought it was mere a crush as it was just on false teasing that she got from her friends and also seeing him as an object of admiration in the eyes of everyone whenever he passed their path.
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Rashid A. Khan was a victim of fierce conspiracy in which his own family was involved, of which he was not aware of. It was much an ignorance that resulted in withdrawal of his own son's faith on him.His second wife was result of his brother's insistence.He had a son and two daughters from the second wife. The family was much complex, and he was not much involved in the affairs. Just did his work, the one he was told to do. But he did had a great mind in the business field. Asad hated the fact that he got this talent to tackle business affairs from his father, the same man who gave unbearable pain and insult to him and his mom.
Shirin Rashid A. Khan was a colorful presentation of fickle minded homely women who are easily poisoned by the other women of the house according to there will. But Shirin was a bit different from all other women of the house, she was dedicated towards her husband and children and was of pure heart.
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Zoya entered the dark room, only the sound of her anklets could be heard. She could see his sleeping form. She quietly, without making much sound moved towards the side of bed and kept the coffee mug. Then walked towards the big windows then covered by the satin curtains all white in color. Opened them to let the morning rays to enter the room which now glowed like a new bride. Everything in white and royal blue looked exotic and elegant.
As she turned towards the bed a small smile of satisfaction crept her lips. Watching him sleep was the best sight for her ever to witness. There were still 2 minutes for him to wake up, 2 whole minutes for his bed watch to cover the room by the sound of alarm. She sighed and thought as she looked at the watch, then giving his sleeping form a last glance moved out as unnoticed as she came.
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Good god! The Part is not much big. I know it could be bigger but this was little chapter for introduction to the main characters and the plot.
Hope you'll like it. I know I am quite late in posting but trust me it was due to some problem.
Please guys I request you all to read and give your comments on it. Well to inform you its just a 10 part SS and will end soon. It may be that I can be little late in posting later parts as soon my exams are going to start in December.
Anyways will try to update as soon as possible.
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Edited by PriU - 12 years ago
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