Anaa.. (ego)^^

The plot for this story was given to me by saherdar. I hope you all like it. I have changed it a little so I hope I just satisfy each and everyone of you.

"Look miss show off is here"

"She looks as though she owns this place"

"Baap ke paise pe ayashi karrahi hai"
(All she does is show off her daddy's money)

Whispers started as soon as a sleek black RangeRover rolled in the university's parking lot. It drove over to the VIP parking area, reserved for the high class students of this university.

A foot claded in black ankle heel boots came out as a girl stepped out of it. Her black hair swished in the air as she shut the door and swung her bag on her shoulder. Hands stuffed in the pockets of her jeans, hair tied in a high ponytail and eyes covered by shades.

She swiftly walked by the whispering crowd and into the vast ground of her university. Curious, jealous and lustful gazes followed her as an aura of power and dominance emitted off of her. Her confident strides made even the bulkiest of guys to feel a shiver run down their spines.

Huda Osmani. A name that left it's mark wherever it was said or heard. A girl who held her head high and burned her opponents with just a flicker of her gaze. Perfection was her robe and wealth was her crown.

There wasn't a single thing on this earth that she couldn't have. You name it she has it. From designer cloths, to vast majority of estates, Huda Osmani had everything on her palm.

The day and lectures went by with a hundred new rumors taking birth related to her.

"Did you know she has an affair with the principal's son"

"I heard she's even pregnant with his child"

she had an urge to laugh at this one. This is a new one and amusing. She went back to her phone listening to nothing in particular but still having her airpods in to ignore people.

Whispers surrounded her, sometimes she thinks how much time these people actually have. Sometimes she wishes she could be the one amongst them not the one being addressed, sighing she walked to the last lecture of her day,

"You're late again Miss Osmani" her professor said. Her eyes followed the deep voice that had acknowledged her. Her onyx eyes clashed with his rich brown ones, that looked at her coldly. Rolling her eyes she walked inside the doors ignoring his handsome self like he never existed.

She leisurely walked into the classroom as if she owned this whole university. Wide and curious eyes of her classmates followed her every movement. His deep brown eyes scrutinized her tall frame as she walked inside the classroom and striding to her seat.

"You should be happy that I'm here atleast" she said waving the young man off and walking to the very end of first row taking her seat. He stared at her for a good minute trying to atleast burn her with his gaze but who can burn Satan who's made of fire himself.

"You should keep that tongue in check miss Osmani" he said coldly, most of the students flinched inwardly at the iciness that coated his words. Indeed tones do wonders to simple words.

"Wasn't the lecture getting delayed earlier. Professor" she said settling down at her place looking at him smugly.

He stared at her for what felt like ages but were mere seconds. He broke the eyes contact seeing her not backing down and leaning back in her seat without giving a damn about anything.

"Back to where we left, before this interruption" Aaban said ignoring the smirk spreading on her lips. If only he wasn't her professor he would've taught her a lesson.

Her onyx eyes roamed on the board and ears listening to what the professor said intently. Making notes on her iPad she ignored the longing gazes of girls and boys that scrutinized her being. Ants crawled on her skin feeling their heated gazes but she ignored them. Her presence in any room is hard to ignore even with her silence.

Her presence demands attention even when she doesn't, maybe that's what you get when you're the daughter to the biggest business tycoon in the country, alongside ruler of the underworld. They want to be you. They want to know what you have and what they don't. But they can never, so they do one thing they can and that is to hate you.

The lecture and day came to an end, the room emptied but she stayed rooted to her place. Aaban was packing his stuff when he noticed her zoned out figure on her seat as she stared at her phone. His eyes raked her black clothed figure.

"Don't you have to go home. To your rich daddy." her professor taunted. He wasn't just any professor. Aaban Khan. The heir of Pakistan's biggest Mafia, and a high paid professor, unfortunately her professor.

"Wherever I go Mr khan, is none of your concern" she said without looking at his towering figure and getting up from her place, putting her phone away. The message from her father had already turned her mood sour, he had summoned her home this instance. Anxiety was surging through her viens of all the things she could've done wrong for this message to pop up in her notifications.

Aaban stood a few steps away from her but still close enough to leave his scent lingering near her, suffocating her. He stared at her frowning face but chose to ignore her. It's not like smile would've made her ugly face look any better.

"Knowing where my possession goes, is my concern." he said in tone that would've had the rest cowering back in fear but not her. She knows this man very well to fear him. Leaning on the desk behind him he assessed her figure from head to toe as if she's a piece of candy.

"Sorry to remind you but you're keeping tab on the wrong person." she said picking her bag and tried to pass him but he grabbed her elbow pulling her infront of him. He stared at her face inches away from his. Her left eyebrow raised as she looked at him with a stoic face. Her eyes held boredom as big as this earth.

"You are my fucking possession."

"Your claim changes nothing professor." She asked rolling her eyes, her face inches away from his, his breath fanned her face but it didn't bother her not did it effect her stone hard self.

She looked away from his sinfully gorgeous face, a sharp bearded jaw, thick luscious black hair, cold brown eyes and a frame of thick lashes coating them, but she only saw the compromise she has to do in his form.

"Now if you're done I have important people I could be with rather than you" she said turning her face away from his making him grab her chin and turn her face to him. An acidic soft grip on her jaw, firm and cold.

"You signed yourself to me the moment you signed those papers" he said calmly in her ear, she didn't back down neither did she break eyes contact, instead raised a thoughtful brow. Her hand removed his hand from her face and took a step back.

"And I most respectfully don't give a fuck." she said nonchalantly.

"I never thought that Shahid Osmani would be stupid enough to sign his precious daughter to his enemy. But then again it's Shahid Osmani we're talking about." he said tightening his hold on her arm making her ritaliate with a powerful punch in his stomach making him back down.

His words cut deep into her heart even when she didn't gave him the power to effect her. Those words in general would've sliced one's heart.

He pushed her back roughly making her stumble back. Her arm ached as she flexed it to reduce the pain. What was she doing? And why was she doing this? Only one reason. To obey her father. But was it worth it?

He let out a curse straightening himself after much difficulty. His dark orbs glared at her ferociously but the woman in question didn't care enough.

"Don't ever think that I would hesitate before giving you a taste of your own medicine" she warned and walked towards the door leaving him to glare her down.

"Think again professor. You got baited the same way. So that's makes us even" she said turning around and looking him dead in the eye for a second and then left.

He slammed his fist on the desk making the bang to resound in the empty classroom. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair and breathed in deep to calm himself down.

"Uh... Professor" a voice called out to him making his hard eyes to turn towards the timid girl standing in the doorway. He straightened himself and took in a deep breath.

"Yes" he said trying to scare the already paled girl.

"Uh... Nevermind..... I.... I'll ask you tomorrow" she rambled and ran away.

He left the class and took confident yet speedy steps towards the parking lot and his car but was almost hit by a black RangeRover which sped past him.

She stepped on the gas as if her life was depended on it. Her heart was lurching in her throat thinking of the reason why her father had so urgently summoned her home.

It was as if she flew by the cars breaking all the traffic laws and had landed in the driveway of her mansion. The Osmani mansion was one of a kind with it's grand historical structure and vast number lands merged into one estate. The garden was spread as far as human eye could see.

"Look who decided to grace us with her presence" her step brother, zuhaib slurred as he stumbled down the grand staircase.

"Where's dad?" She asked in a monotonous way.

"Why can't we have a conversation first? What wrong with that?" He stumbled near her making her cringe at the stench of alcohol coming off of him.

"Get out of my way." She asked in a stern tone but the man was drunk out of his wits to understand anything. She pushed him aside and hurried up in her father's study. She knocked on the door and waited for permission to be given. A gruff come in was heard before she opened the door.

"You asked for me father" she said standing straight infront of her father who gave her a brief look before tossing a file towards her on the desk.

"What's this?" She asked picking it up. What she read gave her a setback. This wasn't fair, not even one ounce of it was fair. She went numb not able to comprehend how her father could do this to her......

Assalamualikum guys how are you all?

Now the thing is that my brain has gone dry of ideas. This idea was given to me by saherdar.

So this is a really dry start but I'll try to make it as juicy and as enjoyable as possible. I've been having scenes revolving in my head rested to this story but not the starting details so bare with me in the beginning.

Also I don't know much about how an Actual business works even though I studied commerce. Hehe. Ok so if I make a mistake correct me in the coming chapters.

Enough of that just pray I get back on track because of so many thoughts regarding my stories but I don't know how portray them😭😭.

Ok enough. Enjoy to the maximum.

Allah Hafiz ❤️💞

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