Hello! This story does not follow the story line of the show at all, I've just borrowed the characters and some of their traits. Qubool Hai continues to frustrate me with the obscene story lines and this is my way of coping with the disaster. Part 1 will be up here, I will be posting the next few parts over the course of the next week.
Miyah, what's wrong with these people?" I groaned lamenting the people I
exactly like mom." Seher laughed from the other end of the phone, I could
imagine her lying down on the comfy couch with a bag of chips in her hand, and
I wanted to do that right now, I wanted to be home and lounge around with Seher
and the rest of the family.
mom. And dad." I sighed as I walked towards my apartment, the cold frigid
air making me shiver due to my thin jacket, it was only October, you would
think that it would be nice and warm but I felt like it was time to pull out
the winter jacket already.
miss you too sissy! You are the one that wanted to go to NYU Med." Seher
have slapped me out of it when I said I wanted to be a doctor." I sighed
breathing in the cold air. People always said that medical school was hard, but
no one ever said that the residency period would be this bad. 48 hour shifts,
no sleep, always on call, stupid people and older doctors. Ughhh!
meant to be a doctor Sanam, or a cook...Ya Allah I miss your food!" Seher
whined. "Ammi made some weird soup the other day and I cried. Abbu just ate it and smiled
though, he even told her it was good." She said, I could imagine her
rolling her eyes right about now being the drama queen she was.
trained abbu well." I giggled. "They are so cute together." I
sighed, and they were. The two of them were currently on vacation, in Milan,
for their 25th wedding anniversary.
sometimes I think that it's impossible for anyone else to have what they
have." Seher sighed, and I didn't blame her for thinking that. Our parents
were polar opposites yet they completed each other- they were eerily perfect
don't you worry. We'll find you your Mr. Perfect." I reassured her.
should look like Prem from Hum Aapke Hai Kaun but be like Pandey from Dabaang
when provoked!" Seher crooned dreamily. Our mother's Salman Khan obsession
had rubbed off on Seher big time, and I mean big time.
"I will be
on the lookout for Salman Khan's characters." I rolled my eyes.
I'll find you a headstrong guy that's a total sweetheart when you get to know
him. You know those Wall Street types you love, the arrogant air, the perfect
black suit and poised look."
"There is just
something about a guy that's driven. And men in suits, don't even get me
started." I laughed agreeing with her when I heard a loud groan in the relative
silence of my neighborhood. I stopped short on the sidewalk just to make sure
that it wasn't a figment of my imagination and then I heard it again. It
sounded like someone was in pain, a lot of pain.
someone groaning." I whispered into the phone trying to locate the source
of the sounds, it was dark out and kind of hard to see.
probably having loud sex." Seher giggled.
someone groaning in pain."
Seher." I said looking around the building and then I saw it, to the right
of my apartment building, in the alley. There was a heap on the floor, a body!
I could see that the person was trying to move. "Seher! There is someone
lying in the alley between the two buildings, they look hurt!"
know you want to help but you can't, it's dangerous-" Seher started to say
but I was already halfway to the person, my instincts kicking in.
you okay? Do you need me to call an ambulance?" I asked as I got closer to
the person. They stopped moving and looked up at me, I couldn't make out the
face but I knew it was guy due to his hair and build. He didn't say anything
though, he slumped into the ground as if he had no energy left, he was probably
really cold too considering he wasn't wearing a jacket, just a perfectly
fitting black suit that was now ripped in places. He looked really hurt and the
doctor and human in me felt the need to help him. I kneeled down next to him. "Do
you want me to help you up?" I asked.
He groaned sounding like he was in a lot of pain; his deep voice was filled
with exertion as if it physically pained him to say the words out loud. I grabbed
him by the shoulder and pushed his body up, trying to lean him against the wall
of the building. He groaned in pain but helped me move himself. I could make
out his face in the faint light now and it was badly bruised, there was a deep
gash in his forehead and purple bruises were forming around his beautiful eyes,
his bottom lip was bleeding slightly and his nose looked crooked. But despite
all of that he was still gorgeous, and clearly desi.
I pushed that
all to the back of my mind and looked at him. "I am a doctor, I am just
going to check your vitals, can you tell me your name?" I asked as I
grabbed his wrist and pressed against the inside. His heartbeat was slow, but
not excessively so, he'd stay conscious for a while. His skin was cold, so I
knew he'd been out here for a while.
He whispered after a while, almost as if he had to think hard to come up with
what?" I asked.
know." He said sounding almost shocked.
okay. It happens." I said, he definitely had a concussion. "I am just
going to feel the back of your head okay? I think we're going to have to go to
the hospital." I said and he nodded slightly, I felt the back of his head
and felt the warm and sticky liquid. He definitely hit his head hard somewhere,
for his sake, I hoped that this was temporary memory loss.
I went to pick
up my phone when I realized that I was still on the line with Seher.
She was yelling.
"Hey! I am
okay. Sorry about that, it's a guy, his name is Aahil, he has a concussion, I
am going to call the hospital." I told her.
going to snap when he hears that you just walked into an alley." She said.
"Take care, and call me later okay?"
"I won't, I
am trying not to disturb them on their trip." She said before hanging up.
I dialed 911
immediately. "Hello. I found a man in the alley behind my building; I need
an ambulance. I am a doctor, I have already checked his vital signs, he
is conscious right now. The closest hospital is Langone and I am located on
35th street right around the corner." I said immediately. The operator
ensured that an ambulance was on the way and I hung up.
I asked shaking him a bit, I needed to keep him awake. He was a little dazed
but he looked up and I stifled a gasped at how deep and beautiful his chocolate
brown eyes were. "Do you remember how you got here?" I asked.
He said sounding frustrated; I feared that he had some kind of brain injury
with his lack of memory.
I decided to
distract him since he looked so frustrated with himself and introduce myself.
"I am Sanam by the way."
He repeated, my name rolling of his tongue in that deep rumbly voice of his.
you." I said feeling myself blush, which was new to me. It was only a
minute later when I heard the ambulance pull up in front of the building.
"Over here!" I yelled and the paramedics rushed towards me.
"I've checked his vitals, you may want to hook him up to oxygen. He has a
concussion too, his first name is Aahil, he can't remember his last name."
I explained as they pulled him onto the stretcher.
you're going to have to come with us since we don't know who he is and you
found him. A complaint will need to be lodged and the police is going to need
to get involved because he's badly beaten."
I give you my number? I am just going to go change and I'll be at the hospital
within the hour." I said and the man nodded.
I heard his voice croak. "Thank you." He whispered and at that moment
I knew that I couldn't leave him as he was, I needed to know that he was safe.
An hour later I
reached the hospital to find two policemen in the lobby, one of them was
talking to the doctor and the other one seemed to be waiting for me. He was
really old, his hair grey and his face wrinkly, but he seemed like he'd seen it
all. He was really patient and kind as I explained the situation to him.
obviously been beaten, whoever it was took his wallet. But the weird thing is
that they left a $250 000 Rolex on him, so it wasn't money they were
after." He said.
"A $250 000 Rolex?"
I said my eyes wide, who the hell owns such an expensive watch? My father
doesn't even own one and he has a mild obsession with watches.
"Yeah, boy seems
like he is from a well off family, perhaps a business man himself."
just wanted him dead, I don't quite understands why they took his wallet unless
he never had it. I've already run a search on every hotel in New York but no
one has reported an unresponsive or missing guest. And after I noticed the
Rolex I sent out a search for all private estates that are rentable in the
area, but nothing again. There are no flight records for anyone named Aahil
either, unless the lad has got his own name wrong. I guess we're going to have
to wait until he wakes up."
"He may not
remember anything, he didn't even remember his last name when I asked
him." I told him.
going to do a drug check and cross-reference him in our criminal databases. But
I've been in this world long enough to know that he's not a criminal, pretty
boy doesn't look like one." He said. "I know you have nothing to do
with him but you're going to be involved in this too now, that's just how it
right. Thank you." I said as he walked away. I sat on the bench outside
his room and thought of the situation I was in the middle of. Who would beat a man so brutally and leave him
for the dead? He didn't seem like a criminal, his clothes indicated that he was
well off, the Rolex, the expensive shoes and I knew an Armani suit when I saw
But what was he
doing here? If he was from here they'd have his information pulled up already,
he was probably not an American citizen, he could be travelling from another
country or visiting from another state. There was just so much ambiguity, and
the state he was found in just indicated that someone was after him but the
question was why. I was usually a good judge of character, and somewhere in my
heart I knew that he wasn't dangerous. His eyes were too earnest, and there was
just something about him that seemed
to draw me in.
"Is he all
right?" I asked as I saw the doctor walk out of the room he was in.
physically, but he had a severe concussion and I am afraid that he may not
remember who he is." She said grimly.
dissociative amnesia, he didn't remember his last name but he remembered his
first which I found weird since he should remember them as a unit." I
said, it was rare but there were cases of people having an accident and not
remembering anything from their lives, their names, address or their family. It
was the brain's way of coping with a traumatic event or it could result from
brain damage in a particular area in the brain. However, most people seemed to
remember things with time, it ranged from a partial recall to a full recall of
She smiled and I nodded.
don't miss residency." She said.
did you survive?"
She laughed. "I am guessing you don't know the patient?"
all, I just found him in the alley behind my building."
sticking around and getting involved in a police investigation?"
he may remember me when he wakes up. I seem to be the only link to whatever
happened back in that alley, maybe he'll remember something." I explained.
"Oh, I like
you." She smiled. "Let's pray he remembers."
remember anything after he woke up. The doctors had kept him unconscious for
days to bring his body out of shock. I was at the side of his bed when he woke
up a few days ago, he recognized me immediately and expressed shock at my being
there. He didn't say much at first but then he started talking to me and we
fell into an easy camaraderie, he was really sweet and had an amazing sense of
humor despite the situation he was in.
He retained that
part of his personality I suppose, but he didn't retain much else. He knew his
name was Aahil but he didn't know if he was an American citizen, there were
probably hundreds of boys and men named Aahil in the USA alone and then you had
to factor in the fact that he could be from India or Pakistan, or about any
other country in the world. He had an Americanized accent to his English though,
but then he also spoke Hindi really fluently without the accent most American
identity was akin to looking for a needle in a haystack. NYPD was supposedly on
it, but they were supposedly on a lot of things. I tried to do some digging of
my own because I'd really come to like Aahil as a person. He was sweet, really
polite and kind. And handsome, god, he was so gorgeous, the bruises were
healing up now and you could actually see his face which seemed to be carved
perfectly, the lines so defined that it was amazing. And his eyes, those
beautiful brown eyes that mirrored the confusion he felt, just pulled you in
like a fishing reel. He broke down sometimes, just trying to remember something
but he couldn't, not even a whole month later and I just wanted to wrap my arms
around him and comfort him, I wanted to erase that haunted sad look from his
eyes but I couldn't.
I remember anything Sanam?" He whispered to me as he ate the soup I
brought him. "The only thing I remember is seeing you over me, trying to
wake me. But nothing before that, it's just so hazy."
brain's way of coping, but the good news is that with time you'll start
much time? I don't know what I am doing here. Do I live here? Was I visiting,
do I have a family, anything? Who am I? Is there someone looking for me?"
Aahil. It's okay, we'll find out. And if someone is out looking for you we'll
you helping me?" He whispered looking up at me.
found you and I feel like you are my responsibility now." I shrugged.
"And you're kind of tolerable friend."
I teased and he let out a little chuckle, but the truth was that I was falling
for him and his cute laughter, badly. I felt that I was falling just like the
leaves from the trees were as October came to an end.
keep him here any longer. We don't know when his memory is going to come back.
I hate to do this, I f**king hate this country's medical policies, but he can't
pay his bills so we have to let him go." Dr. Johnson, also known as
Aahil's doctor, said.
"I get it,
don't worry about it."
he handed me his Rolex today and said that it was about $250,000, and a limited
edition so it would sell for more." She said.
remembered!" I gasped, I hadn't shared that information with him and
neither had NYPD.
And I tried to get him to remember more but he couldn't. But he said he
remembers getting the watch, he can't pin point a time or place. He sees a
person handing it to him but the face is a blur."
"If only we
knew where he was from, I am sure he would start remembering more if he was
surrounded by his things." I sighed.
is he going to go now? This sucks."
home with me." I said.
you sure? I mean you hardly know him, he doesn't know himself, what if he's not
a good person?"
"I am an
excellent judge of character and my heart knows that he's a good person."
I whispered because it did. Even though he didn't remember who he was, he retained
the qualities that made him him, he
had the same heart and feelings, he was a good person. I was sure of it. And a
part of me was already attached to him, I wasn't going to leave him out there
all alone in his current state. That was just not something an Ahmed Khan would
do, that is what I told myself but I knew it was because I had feelings for the
man. I never really knew what to say when someone asked me what my "type" was, but
I was starting to think he'd be a lot like the brown-eyed man who made my heart
skip a beat with a small smile.
YAAAYEAH! THIS IS JUST PERFFF. i love the casual start and then bam! off to such a powerful, gripping start that kept me glued to the end. Loveee how real this seems and Sanam already falling for Aahil, b/c well, you can't help fall for him, hehee. & what an amazing person she is- responsible, intellectual and just so ah-mazingg- she deff can't leave him alone. I miss QH too- ever since they butchered the story so darn bad- it hurts. It used to be my favourite and now they just ruined it completely.. I barely watch ever since Seher left rehan and all that jazz.. except just watched one- cauz Additi Gupta (my fav) entered the show and couldn't do it anymore. . I love this.. something to actually look frwd to and keep it comingg! This is reaaallly goood! <333x
How do you write man?! I was all like "OMG this story is so light hearted and the two sisters are fangirling about their parents" and then BAM. Aahil's found left for dead in an alley and Sanam finds him. It's so interesting and cute!
I love how Sanam's character fills the doctor prototype, she's so selfless and kind - it seems like a good profession for her.
I am dying to know how Aahil got to where he was and how Sanam handles all of this. It's so cute that she is falling for him but then again anyone would, especially of Aahil isn't being an asshole. I am hooked already and I can't wait to see what you have in store for this story.
I stopped watching QH again, right when Billi told Aahil he'll be a bad hubby and he started ignoring her. I heard it's gotten a lot worse so I won't even bother.