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"My oh my does someone looks hot" Ayat fanned herself as her eyes took in the woman in a wine red dress that hugged her curves beautifully.

"Why thank you" Nuha bowed down with a smile on her face.

"You look very pretty aunty Nuha" Mihrimah added and Nuha grabbed the little girl kissing her fluffy cheek tightly.

"Now that you've said I know I look pretty." She said making the little one giggle.

"Don't have anyone follow you back home" Ayat joked and Nuha rolled her eyes.

"It's not wattpad. It's real life my baby. No one stalks no one here"

"Sigh" Ayat said sighing loudly.

"Okay enough. Don't have your new stalker waiting for long. Shoo" Ayat chuckled ushering Nuha out of the house.

With a bright smile on her face Nuha descended the last few steps of the building and walked over to her car. Getting in she gave herself one last look and drove to the venue.

The annual dinner came faster than she had thought and what could be better than an evening full of glamour, champagne and flirtatious winks.

Her heels clicked on the pavement as she took confident steps towards the grand hotel booked for their company's celebration.

Passing a smile to the valet - who returned her, her keys after parking her car - she got inside. A grand chandelier shined brightly above her head and with a glass like mirroring floor who she resist taking a good picture.

Send a dozens of snaps to her friends she barely moved from the lobby taking countless mirror selfies with beautiful crystal hangings in the background.

Forcing her heart to only take on last full mirror selfie she clicked the picture but her breath got caught in her throat as she took in the man who photo bombed her picture.

"Take a few with me too" he said placing a hand on her waist and pulling her close.

Haider walked inside the building only to stop in his tracks at the sight of a lady in red. An enticing colour to be carried by an equally irresistible lady.

He slowly creeped behind her and passed a smirk for the camera and just then the picture clicked.

"Mr Malik?" She questioned turning around against him with his hand still on her waist.

"Yes Ms Idreesi?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"You've taken enough of yours now take a few with me" he insisted and she rolled her eyes at him before turning in her place.

Her stomach fluttered as he unnoticeably pulled her back closer to his front. She chewed on her lip as he ran a hand through his hair setting them while she gathered herself to take the damned picture.

"I don't like this one. Let me take one" he said taking out his phone and instructing her to pose. She did as said and was squealing by the end at how perfect the shots were.

"Now take a few of me alone" she demanded and he nodded. She was about to hand her phone to him but insisted that he'll send the pictures.

Nodding she posed as he sought better. Haider had a hard time not dragging the minx infront of him away and make her his, her form was screaming for his attention and those lips demanded to be pressed against his.

Founding himself low on self control he stopped her from further running her finger through her hair, or placing them on her waist making her shoulders square and cleavage quite visible.

Her fox like eyes were so clam and collected about the turmoil their mere gaze turned on within him.

"Show me" she said walking closer to him. He nonchalantly passed the phone and ran his tongue over his dried lips, rolling the bottom one between his teeth he looked around and not in the mirror that gave an incredible view of her behind. The dress really was doing justice to her curves and torture on his nerves.

"They are so perfect thank you" she squealed swiping left to see more when he abruptly snatched the phone out of her hold.

"Why'd you do that? I was about to send to me phone" she complained and he adjusted his collar. That gesture caught her attention, under the scrutinizing light of the chandelier small beads of sweat glimmered on his neck, he fanned his collar and she forced herself out of the haze she was drowning into.

"I'll send them to you"

"I can do that myself" she argued trying to get the phone but pulled it over his head.

"You shouldn't scroll more than asked in someone else's phone. I'll send them to you" he said in a stern voice holding her waist and pulling her flush against himself making her stop her struggle of reaching for the phone.

Her hands came down to his shoulders and she gazed into his eyes. Their dropping to their lips and coming back up to their eyes before they both jolted away from each other.

With her tongue sweeping out on her sinful lips she tested the water by planting those petals of sacred rose on his stubbled jaw making his eye dilate.

"Thank you" she whispered against the shell of his ear and his hold on waist tightened.

With a flirtatious wink she pulled out of his hold while biting her lip. She gave him a once over and took a couple of steps back.

Their heart beating violently and nerves going crazy, She nodded her head and squared her shoulders again before walking towards the ballroom where the rest of her colleague were.

Margret joined a few weeks back and her work load was decreased to what she was used to. Haider wasn't much of a headache and she didn't really have to do much except for the part that they had long days at shoot and the two barely met eachother. 

Nuha's phone buzzed with notifications and she saw Haider had sent her, her pictures. Happily sending him a thankyou message she forwarded the pictures to Ayat who didn't see them right away. Like always. She must be busy. Nuha rolled her eyes at that.

"Someone's dressed to get laid I see" Nuha rolled her eyes at the comment that only one person could pass. Jeremy.

She felt hands go around her waist and turned her around she face the man with blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Need a hand?" He winked and Nuha winced at his poor flirting skills.

"Not from you the least" she commented and he covered his hard gaze with a scoff.

"Babe you're really missing out on stuff" he whispered near her ear and Nuha let out a laugh.

"With what little stuff you offer, I think I'll pass" she winked making his face turn red, she didn't know if it was in embarrassment or anger. She didn't want to know.

"Aren't a bit too sassy" he mused pulling her flushed against himself, holding her waist painfully.

"Jeremy" she hissed punching his gut and he groaned hunching over.

In rage he dragged her away from the crowd against all her protests. He slammed her against a wall and pushed her hands above the head.

"Jeremy let go of me" he winced but he ducked his head in the crook of her neck. Running his nose along her shoulder taking in her perfume.

"Jeremy stop it" she whisper yelled feeling his lips on the base of her neck. Her heart started pounding against her ribcage and she fought tooth and nail to get him off.

His hand trailed down her back and groped her. She tried fighting against him but he had cornered against the wall.

"Hush" he hissed, nibbling on her neck making her whimper in pain. She froze as his hand felt her down from her chest, down from her navel and against her fight it slipped under her dress. 

Tears gathered in her eyes as she tried fighting him off of her but every muscle in her body froze when she felt him against her core.

Her limbs went numb as her brain tried to think of anything but what this possibility was. She came back to her sense and when she did she didn't waste not even a minute to

"Get away from me" she yelled pushing him back and kicking him in tht groin. She stumbled her way to the ballroom with trembling legs and battered breaths.

She wanted to leave the venue and go home, her legs were shaking and hands turning cold when she bumped into someone.

"Nuha?" Haider asked as held her cold form in his arms.

Her hands shook and her breath came out uneven. He places a hand on her back. She did the mistake to look in jeremy's direction. His eyes held hate and a glare that froze her nervous system. He was hiding behind a wall and he pressed his finger on his lips making her gulp loudly. Her eyes widened when he pointed it at her.

"Huh?" She gasped feeling a hand on her face.

"You don't seem alright? What's wrong?" He asked but she shook her head and inches closer to him, at once she had her face buried in his chest and Haider frowned at her behavior.

She was a shivering mess in his embrace and he held her close rubbing her back. She pointed to where she came from, with tears rolling down her face, but she could only pant as nothing left her lips.

"Nuha what's wrong? Did  someone do something? Tell me?" He insisted and she looked in his eyes, just when she was about to tell him everything she heard his voice.

"Nuha. Babe, Margret's looking for you. They're giving out the awards" he grinned taking a hold of her arms. She shuddered and Haider noticed. His eyes settled on her neck, a purple bruise building up.

His gaze hardened and without a single warning he lunged at the man punching the life out of him. Nuha shrieked and stepped back but she didn't stop him.

"She asked for it" the vile man spluttered out blood from his mouth earning another string of curses and blows to his face. He cried in pain as Haider jammed his foot in his manhood.

She fell back down on the couch in the lobby and zoned out on the people who gathered around pulled the raging man away from the unconscious one.

"That bastard" he growled pulling his arm out of the guards hold.

"I want him behind bars for assault" he ordered and his assistant nodded rushing away.

"Nuha" he called.

"Nuha" he shook her as he knelt down before her. She was pale as a ghost and crying. His heart wrenched at the sight of her tears.

"Hey, it's okay. He's gone now" he reassured bringing her head down to his chest sitting beside her.

The media flashed their cameras trying to get a look at the woman's face but the guards held them back.

"I... I didn't ask for it" she cried with hiccups making him pull her closer to his chest.

"I know. It's not your fault" he consoled but she only soaked his clothes with her tears.

"Aya.... Ayat" she took in a deep breath pulling away from him and looking for her phone.

"I want to go home" she said as she hurriedly dialed her sister's number.

"I'll drop you home." He offered and she stopped before nodding her head.

He draped his coat over her shoulders and took hers from the attendant. Taking the backdoor they vacated the building and the got in his car. The security team doing their job of keeping their car hidden.

His driver took her car and drove behind them on a distance while Haider drove in silence, she kept shivering, cold sweat broke on her body.

This wasn't the first time but it hurt just as much. Men of all ages had tried it but getting betrayed by the only one you thought of as a friend shook her to her core.

New set of tears rolled down her face and her shoulders shook with the trembling touch of his skin on hers.

"Nuha" he called taking her hand in his.

"Hey" he said making her face him.

"I'll take care of him. Okay? Don't cry over that piece of shit" he gritted caressing her face.

"I thought he was gay" she ranted throwing her hands in the air. He couldn't help but let out a laugh and she glared at him.

"Thank God he isn't" he sighed and she frowned.

"Why?" She asked taking a bunch of tissues from the box.

"I've had some..." He paused "bad experiences." He coughed and she raised an eyebrow at him.

"Not your fault who can resist you" she said too quickly and he smirked.

"Oh really?" He mused feeling content by seeing her mood change a little.

"Except for me" she added and his smirk widened as they stopped infront of her building.

"Your body language fee hours ago said something else" he whispered taking her hand in his, his thumb drawing circles on her skin.

"I want to go" she said pulling back.

"Come I'll take you upstairs" he said holding her weight up when her legs gave out from under her.

"Thank you" she whispered.

"Don't mention it"

The two waited as the door opened revealing an already stressed Ayat.

"Oh my god Nuha" she gasped seeing her state and ushered the two inside.

"What happened to you?" Nuha asked and Ayat shook her head.

"No. What happened to you? I knew something was wrong." She said sitting beside her taking her face in her hold.

"Nuha?" She mumbled softly and Nuha broke down crying in her embrace.

"What happened?" She asked Haider rubbing Nuha's back.

"Jeremy pulled a trick on her" he hinted gesturing towards his neck and Ayat at once pulled her back. The bruise on her neck made her hold on Nuha's arms tightened.

"That..." Ayat cursed loudly throwing a sharp look at him.

"How did this happen? And where were you?" She yelled making Haider take a step back involuntarily.

"Ayat" Nuha tried holding her back.

"Where is he right now?" She yelled making Nuha flinch back.

"He's taken care of. He'll be in jail for long don't worry"

"It's going to be okay. Nuha stop crying now" Ayat sat down beside her taking her in a warm embrace.

"I feel disgusted Ayat." Nuha cried in her ear softly not wanting Haider to hear her.

"You go. Take a bath. I'll make you both something to eat okay" she said running a hand through her hair. Nuha didn't let her go neither did Ayat. She gave Haider an apologetic smile and gestured for him to sit down and he obliged.

"It's okay. Aşkım. It's okay" Ayat said softly letting Nuha take all the comfort in her.

Haider watched with adoration as Nuha curled up against Ayat like a child would against their mother. Letting her tense shoulders fall. 

"Would you mind if I stay here for the night?" He asked and she furrowed her eyebrows.

"I'm sorry. It's just that the paparazzi is on my tail now and I won't be able to sleep anyways without knowing if she's okay" he tried explaining but he knew failed. Ayat gave him a once over and nodded.

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yat didn't move an inch from beside her, the late hours of the night started and soon he was asked to deposit Nuha to her bed. Gently placing her down he planted a chaste kiss on her forehead while Ayat made him some coffee for his headache.

"Thankyou" he said taking the cup from her and blew on the steamy drink.

"No thank you for being there for her" she said smiling softly.

He smiled in return not knowing what to say. He was about to initiate a conversation when a sleepy small voice interrupted him.

"Mama?" Mihrimah called and Ayat opened her arms for her.

"Why aren't you in bed?" The sleepy girl asked crawling in her lap.

"I'm not sleepy right now." She answered softly and the small figure in her arms let of her remaining consciousness. He smiled at the two exact pictures of the same person sat infront of him.

"So how long have been friends for?" He asked and Ayat smiled while caressing her daughter's hair.

"Ever since we were mere toddlers" she smiled and he nodded.

"Wow. Your parents must be friends then" he assumed and she chuckled shaking her head.

"We actually grew up in an orphanage. My parents passed away hers..." She paused "hers figuratively passed away" she said and he didn't bother to insist more on the meaning. 

"So tell me about Nuha" he asked and he raised her eyebrows with a smirk on her face.

"Sure" she chuckled.

"What do you wanna know?" She asked making herself comfortable on the sofa and he did the same on tht bigger couch.

"I mean. Her likes, dislikes... Anything" he said and she laughed.

"Well. She likes sunsets and pastries. Art and soft music. Photography. And obviously me" she said pressing on 'me' and he nodded with a chuckle.

"Are you hinting she likes me?" He teased and Ayat rolled her eyes.

"That's one thing only she can tell. Besides you're a whole different person other than being a photographer"

"Got it"

"She's sensitive. She doesn't but she is." Ayat said and he nodded slowly sipping on his coffee.

"And what about habits?"

"She doesn't take stress but when she does it's the worst you can imagine. Like today. Often times small things scare her and sometimes the biggest of events can't move her. She's a puzzle in her own self. I'd suggest you solve her on your own" she explained and he nodded.

"I really like her" he confessed and Ayat smiled.

"I can see that very well" she commented.

"Really how?"

"Just something about the way you look at her tell me to be assured of you." She said tilting her head to the left.

"Really?" He asked.

"I'm not good at judging people, but I've learned with time that you can judge their aura or the sense they carry with them. And besides it's always a guess not an accurate fact that someone is good or bad. They can be backstabbing jerks and still appear like an angel" she shrugged "besides. If you by chance do mess up..."

"You'll let me have another chance?"

"I don't know. I have Nuha to look after Mihrimah if I ever go to jail for homicide" she shrugged and he gulped at tht sickly sweet smile she gave him.

"Noted" he said nodding his head.

The rest of the night the two protective guardians of Nuha spent the night talking about her, their childhood, the times when Nuha fell out their dorms window and broke her ankle and, or the time when she did Sfx makeup on a two year old Mihrimah making her appear like a baby demon.

The two dozed off with Nuha sleeping  in her room.......

Assalamualikum guys how are you all?

So here an update.

I promise I wanted to write more but by the end i couldn't think of anything more.

I wrote the first half last night and changed it a bit to make it more.... Interesting. Next will also be Nuha because I've given Ayat and Zaviyar enough attention for now.

Also I hold q/a sessions with my characters on my insta so for those who don't know and want to ask your favourite characters any questions head over to my instagram (@ worlofht_) to ask them.

Zaviyar is up next. So go and ask your questions there. If you don't have a instagram account then drop your questions in the dms.

I hope you like it.

Comment and tell me how it is.

Enjoy.

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