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Leaves rustled with the cold winter air, the horizon turned a beautiful shade of lilac as the sun neared it's descend, street lights started glowing one by one like a star at a time.

Coffee steamed in paper cups and warmed their taste buds as the two strolled down the park. Jumping on their toes and giggling to themselves the two females enjoyed their evening away from all responsibilities.

A nice saturday and a long day of shopping for the perfect dress that Ayat could wear to the wedding summed up with a walk in the park near their apartment. Mihrimah being at a sleepover gave the two of them the time to spend their time like they used to.

"I really liked the black one" Ayat said remembering the dress that made her feel like a queen. The form fitting material of the dress hugged her curved just right, the strapless design made her flex her collar bones in the fitting room mirror.

"Why didn't you buy it then?" Nuha asked sipping on her coffee.

"I did" Ayat said making her friend raise her eyebrows in question.

"You did? When?" She asked making Ayat smile sheepishly.

"Nevermind" Nuha said making her laugh gleefully.

"Then wear it" Nuha said making her shake her head.

"Why?" The woman asked with an elegant roll of her onyx eyes.

"You know it's too...." Ayat mumbled pushing her arm forward while biting her lip.

"Too?" Her friend asked smirking at her friend.

"Too...." Ayat said thoughtfully trying to find the right words for her dress.

"Too hot for your boss to stay normal. Too other worldly, too sexy for him to keep himself cool and calm and collected as the heat rises in his body the moment he puts his eyes on you, too breathtaking for him to keep his shirt buttoned to the rim, too perfect while it's on you, too irresistible for him to keep his hands to himself." Nuha exclaimed spreading her hands in front of her eyes as if picturing the whole scene.

"Shut up" Ayat gritted while pulling the hood of her fur jacket on her head to hide her burning face.

"Imagine the hormonal spark in his his body as you walk out of the apartment to his car, his eyes will widen, his heart will race, he'll think as if he had died and woken up in heaven too see the sexiest female walks over to him with that gorgeous smile of hers, his eyes wouldn't be able to stay rooted on your face as they would trail down to those magnificent shoulders and collarbones, imagine him feeling hot in his suit and wanting to just take it of—"

"Enough enough enough..." Ayat said covering her ears that had turned hot hearing her friend, her own body couldn't take the heat anymore as the winter air did nothing to cool her down, her hands trembling from the rush of adrenaline in her veins, palms turning a bright shade of crimson along with her face.

"Oh no baby there's more" Nuha laughed evilly running after the flustered woman whose hood slid down her head making her hair sway with the wind.

The cold breeze caressed their skin as they chased and ran around towards the horizon. The setting sun casted it's glow on their skin making the scenery look like as though it was straight out of movie.

By the time they stopped they were both breathless and laughing like crazy, a rush of serotonin boosting their energy making them finally take a seat on the swings. Swaying back and forth lightly they held each others hand like they used to back in the small garden of their orphanage.

Silence took over them as they enjoyed the remaining sight of day - they watched as parents held their children's hand and guided them to their cars, some walked out, while some teenagers resided nearby with their friends - till Nuha broke it.

"I saw mom the other day" a whisper was heard and the companion took in a deep breath.

"How's she?" Ayat asked quietly making Nuha hang her head low.

"Not well" she whispered.

The silence was enough for the black eyed woman to keep talking, she knew her friend wouldn't speak till she has let everything out, she wanted to give Nuha the time to narrate everything.

"She.... She's homeless" Nuha said with a squeak to her voice. The hold on her hand tightened and her throat closed.

"Where did you see her?"

"When I... When Mah and I went to get the grocery. She was outside the store... Begging" Nuha let out the words with intense difficulty.

The woman swept her tongue on her chapped lips and took in yet another battered breath.

"I went up to her and she..." Nuha felt her resolve breaking "she didn't recognize me" her voice croaked and Ayat got up from her place to hug her friend tightly.

"She's wasted, out of her mind, I can't even look at the state she's in. Her addiction got the best of her Ayat. She's ruined" Nuha broke down hugging wrapping her arms around Ayat.

"What do you suggest we do for her?" Ayat asked while running her fingers through Nuha's hair.

"I can't give her money, God knows if she'll use them for drugs again. I don't know what to do. She's my mother, she gave birth to me, she's the reason why I have this wonderful life in the first place, but then.... Then I remember what she did and how she played her part in my life, how she made this mess who craves and dies for even an ounce of love coming from anyone. She made me starve the warmth of a mother, even when aunty jasmine loved me I still felt the need to have her with me" she sobbed making Ayat hold back her own tears, the woman placed a chaste kiss on her friends head feeling her warm lips melt the snowflakes stuck in her sister's hair.

"I wanted her when I topped in my class, when I got heartbroken, when the other girls shared about how their mom's loved them and cherished them when they needed them, when I was finally able to move out, when I got my first job. I wanted her to see. Because I wanted her to be proud of me and because I wanted to show her what I was capable of becoming." She said taking in a deep breath and push Ayat back.

"On one hand I want go to her and bring her home with me and on the other I want to ignore her like she did to me" she sneered glaring at the ground.

"I'm going" Nuha said getting up before Ayat could respond.

"Where?" Ayat asked walking behind her.

"Anywhere. I just...."

"You're not drinking" Ayat said making Nuha stop abruptly.

"Then what?" She yelled "how do I ignore this? How do I live peacefully when I know that the woman who gave birth to me is on the streets, starving probably"

Nuha couldn't hold it together , tears rolled down her cheeks as she felt frustration take over them. Ayat didn't say anything instead pulled the girl in to her arms. The woman cried like a baby in her arms making her own eyes tear up, her heart beats increased with every passing second before they slowly synced with Ayat's calm ones.

"We'll figure something out for her. We can go buy her food and blankets for now and then we'll find her a place to live. We'll figure a way out for her" Ayat said rubbing her back and kissing her friends temple. Nuha tightened her arms around her feeling her warmth as she breathed in her soothing scent.

"Where will she go?" Nuha asked pulling away with red eyes and nose. Ayat cupped her face and smiled softly.

"First we go and meet her, then we'll see if she needs a place to live or to go to rehab. Okay. As for help we'll buy her the necessities if you don't feel comfortable handing her a big amount of money" Ayat explained wiping her tears away, Nuha lowered her eyes and sniffed. It was hardly ever did the woman break but it was moments like this when she just couldn't hold it in.

"I'm sorry" Nuha said freeing herself from Ayat's warm embrace.

"For what?" Ayat asked making Nuha shrug while avoiding eye contact.

"For wiping my nose on your jacket" she snickered with moist eyes making Ayat gasp and check her shoulder. Anger filled her as she ran after the child.

"How dare you?" She yelled making a snow ball and chucking it at her, hitting her right in the head.

"Oh you just didn't" Nuha said attacking right back.

Heavy hearts and moist eyes lightened with joy as they both tried their best to distract her mind off her stress.

A shudder ran down their spine as the cold wind got harsher, their skin turned red and they giggled tilting their heads back feeling the snowflakes kissing their cheeks.

"You two.. need to leave" they jumped and shrieked in horror as they heard an unexpected voice. They turned around slowly to find a guard standing just a few feet away from them with his flashlight pointed their way.

"You scared this shit out of me man" Nuha heaved making the man stare at her blankly.

"The park timing are down we're closing the gate leave" he said making them realize the darkness they stood in. Except for the few streetlights shining in the distance they were drenched in darkness.

"Sorry. We're leaving" Ayat said grinning sheepishly. They mindlessly followed the guard chatting when Nuha abruptly stopped.

"Ayat" she said bringing the woman's attention to her from her rant.

"Yeah?" The woman asked raising her eyebrows in the dark.

"We came here with bags" Nuha said looking down at her hands. Ayat's eyes widened as she saw her empty hands. Their heads snapped and they sprinted to the spot they had settled down before. Slipping along the way they finally reached the spot. Fog left their mouths as they breathed a sigh of relief.

"My dresses" Ayat shrieked opening the bags and checking if they had been ruined. She sighed in relief as the plastic wrapping around the gowns prevented them from getting soaked.

Checking if they had been robbed or not they hugged each other as victory.

They walked back to the gate discussing about how they could've lost everyone their haste when they saw the metal gates locked.

"What the fuck?" Nuha gasped holding the bars. She wanted to rattle them to grab someone's attention when she heard something dropping from behind her. She turned around to find Ayat climbing the rails.

"What are you doing?" Nuha asked making Ayat look down at her while swinging her leg over the top.

"He's gonna call the cops if he finds out we haven't left yet. Come on" Ayat said while climbing down.

"Sounds good"

Nuha soon followed suite her friend  and by the time the both of them were out the guard had caught them.

"Oye" he yelled making them two break out in a run. The man followed them for a bit before they reached their block.

Hair wet, smiles bright, adrenaline rushing. They felt like kids again. The kids that ran around and played in the backyard of their orphanage with their aunt jasmine shouting at them in the background. The same city, same snow and same souls just their minds stressing about everything that life could bring.

Sneezing their way in the building they had heads turning to them with the sound. Ayat hurried out of the sight but Nuha on the other hand kept sneezing like her life depended on it.

Tilting her head, her mouth opened to brace herself for a bigger sneeze, she stumbled towards the elevator when her head jerked forward and a loud sound reverberated, her hair covered her face as she wobbled inside the elevator.

"Bless you" Ayat chuckled seeing her friend rub her nose and gain composure.

"My hair almost fell out" Nuha rolled her eyes pushing her locks back.

"I literally saw two men flinch at the sound of your sneeze" Ayat snickered as they walked out of the elevator towards their home.

"They should scared of the sneeze girl" Nuha growled making claws and running after Ayat.

"O great sneeze girl don't hurt me" say played along while laughing.

They chuckled rounding their arms around each other before entering the house.

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Are you wearing this dress or not?" Nuha cursed along the line seeing the woman act stubborn.

"I'm wearing the champagne one. That's it" Ayat said making a run to her room.

"Over my dead body" Nuha followed and slammed herself against the door in order to not let her close it.

"I'm not letting this opportunity of you getting laid go. You need some distractions" Nuha burst in making Ayat shake her head.

"I'm not looking for any entertainment" she said trying to stop nuha from reaching her closet.

"Mihrimah" Nuha yelled making the girl roll her eyes.

"So much for watching tv peacefully" she groaned getting up and walking in the room.

"What?" She asked leaning against the doorframe.

"Hold her down" Nuha ordered making Mihrimah glance her mother a look who was glaring at her.

With a tired sigh she pulled the hair tie off her wrist with her teeth and pulled her hair up.

"This is not fair" Ayat took small steps back when the child made a run towards her and fly over to her mother tackling her down on the bed.

"Mihrimah" Ayat said trying to fight her off but she pinned her hands down and sit on top of her.

"Hurry up the prisoner is escaping" Mihrimah yelled as the other woman rummaged through the closet to look for the dress.

"Where the fuck is it?" Nuha groaned.

"I burned it" Ayat yelled making Nuha roll her eyes. A grin slowly spread on her face as she brought the black dress out.

The woman's golden eyes widened as her friend sauntered out with the dress in hand and it was in that moment she knew that she was stuck.

"Okay listen we'll make a deal" Nuha proposed making Ayat stop her struggle.

"You wear it for me and Mah, show us how it looks and then you can change and go. Okay?" Nuha said making Ayat nod.

Ms Ayat's cry for mercy rang in their apartment as the hair on her legs were pulled out mercilessly, eyebrows plucked, nails painted and hair styled to perfection in a chignon, now came the part where Nuha Idreesi worked her magic on her face.

The soft brown shadows made her eyes pop even more, with brown shading her lid and creating a wing, made her natural big upturned eyes looked even more fierce. Her natural lashes covered generously with mascara along with a set false lashes.

Her features were enhanced with the sharp magic of contour and highlight. By the time when the red lipstick touched her petal soft lips Ayat was unable to recognize herself.

Her eyes widened as she stared at herself, it wasn't an everyday event for Ayat to look like this.

"I look...." She opened her mouth to say something but she was speechless. Shaking her head the woman walked in the closet and allowed the silk robe to slip from her shoulders.

She casted herself a look in the full length mirror questioning if she'd even fit in the dress anymore but paid no heed to it.

Closing her eyes she took in a deep breath and looked at the black evening gown.

The black sequins shinned under tht light of her closet and she puffed her cheeks feeling unsure.

"Get your ass in that dress before I break this door down. Don't try me" she heard Nuha crushing every ounce of hope in her.

"I'll wear it show to her an then change. I'll do as she says and then I can do what I want" she shrugged reciting every prayer she remembered.

Ayat finally turned around to face herself. She gasped under her breath, the dress fit her like a glove, the strapped going around her back cinched the top to her bosom with perfection, her waist seemed thinner and she wondered where did the fat go. The curve of her waist made her twirl around to check herself out. Her eyes travelled down to the slit on the left leg and she bit her lip in anticipation.

"Are you dead by any chance?" Nuha yelled from outside banging on the door.

"Why can't anyone let me have a moment?" She gritted walking out.

Gasps resounded in the room and Nuha collapsed on the ground to exclaim her shock.

"Mom you look so.... hot" Her niece following suite making the woman in question roll her eyes.

"Why thank you" Ayat smiled sweetly.

"Mihrimah" Nuha gasped for air.

"I think.... I think I'm dead" she said with her eyes wide.

"Are you done?" Ayat asked the two females sprawled on the floor.

"You make me gay woman and I don't want to cheat on my man" Nuha screamed making Ayat smirk in victory flexing her shoulder which were highlighted to perfection by Miss Nuha herself.

"You have one?" She asked making the woman stop rolling on the ground and glare at her.

"I would not allow you to make fun of my yet to be born soulmate" she said getting up making her laugh.

"Come on. If you're done I have to change before Zaviyar arrives" she said, Nuha's protest turned into a smirk when Ayat's phone rang.

"Seems like you don't have enough time" Nuha chuckled evilly.

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"My man's off to steal some girls I see" Haider whistled petting Alaska who snuggled into him even more.

"I'm still not happy with you" Zaviyar told spraying his cologne.

"Oh come on. You should be happy that at least I'm sending you on a free date with your favourite employee" Haider said nuzzling his head in Alaska's fur "isn't it Alaska. Isn't he beaming" he cooed making Zaviyar glare at his cousin from the mirror.

"Tu ek kaam kar fursat nikal ke doob mar" Zaviyar said walking over to his bed and picking up his black Blazer. Petting Alaska and Robin he planted a kiss on either of their heads and walked out of the room ignoring Haider's forwarded head.
(Take some time out and die)

"Kutta" Haider cursed.
(Dog)

"Not you baby. You're I was saying that to your dad" he said hugging the fur baby.

Zaviyar ran a hand through his dark mess of a hair while walking down the stairs, pulling his blazer over his shoulders he was about to sneak past the living room when maa jaan called him.

Resisting to stomp his foot he walked back towards the living room and pulled up his best smile.

"Yes maa jaan?" He asked softly walking closer.

"Are you going somewhere?" She asked making him nod. The woman looked him up and down making him nervous.

"Where?" She asked making him clear his throat and look her in her eye.

"At a wedding" he replied making her raise her eyebrows.

"With who?" She asked and he took in a deep breath.

"A friend" he replied making her scoff.

"What friend?" She asked looking him in the eye.

"An office friend" he said not wanting to tell her that it a female friend.

"Name—" she was about to interrogate when his phone rang. Haider's name flashed on the screen and he resisted the urge to grin.

"I'm getting late maa jaan. I'll tell you everything once I'm back" he said kissing he forehead and running outside in the lobby. He looked at the stairs where Haider was hanging from the railing. Blowing him a kiss he was about to leave when a loud thud was heard.

The last thing Zaviyar heard was Haider groaning and maa jaan yelling at him for hanging odd the railing like a monkey.

Driving over to Ayat's place he wondered how the night would go. His heart was beating frantically and he shifted in his seat nervously.

Parking outside the complex he called her and waited for her to answer. The line was answered and all he heard was females yelling in the background.

"Hello" he heard Mihrimah's voice.

"Hi. How are you?" He asked easing in his seat.

"I'm good how are you?" She asked watching her aunt force her mother to sit down and strap black heels around her ankle.

"She'll be down in a bit" Mihrimah said diverting her attention to the furious females.

"Let me change Nuha" Ayat yelled oblivious to her daughter having a full blown conversation with her boss.

"Shut the fuck up before I launch you down the window directly in his car" Zaviyar raised his eyebrows in amusement hearing them.

"This isn't fair. We had a deal" Ayat yelled.

"What deal I don't remember anything" Nuha denied looking over to Mihrimah.

"You. Did we have a deal?" She asked making Mihrimah shake her head no and Ayat to gasp.

"You both" she gasped staring in between them.

"How can you turn your back against your own mother?" She asked in horror.

"You look very good. Stop being dramatic" Mihrimah said completely forgetting the phone call.

"I'm being dramatic?" She asked making Zaviyar cough his chuckle back.

"You don't have time. He said your running late" Mihrimah said making Zaviyar scrunch his brows.

"This isn't happening. Is this even fit for a wedding?" She asked looking at herself in the mirror.

"It's not like you're dressed like the mad hatter from Alice in wonderland. Even he carried his drip more confidently" Nuha said making Ayat chuck a cushion at her.

"Oh shit" Mihrimah mumbled under her breath seeing the ongoing call. Her eyes widened and she hung up immediately just in time for her mother to snatch her phone from her.

"I'm not letting you anywhere near that basic dress" Nuha said plastering herself on the closet door.

Taking in a deep breath Ayat gave in taking her black shawl and pulling it over her shoulders. Grabbing her clutch she glared at the two women and walked out with huff.

"Don't wear the jacket" Nuha cried from behind but the door slammed shut on her face.

Zaviyar stepped out of his car anticipating what she looked like, pictures of soft colours and neutral makeup with her hair curled elegantly filled his memory, he leaned on the bonnet of his car waiting for her to walk out of building.

"Haddi toot gaye meri saale" was the first text he received from Haider. Zaviyar laughed at his friend's condition easing against the shiny black surface of his Range Rover.
(I broke a bone bitch)

He was typing his reply when he looked up to see if she had arrived yet and what he saw made breathing a difficult task.

Ayat walked out of complex and shuddered, the cold doing her no good except for keeping her makeup from melting. The harsh breeze slapped her straight in the face making her blind by using her curled locks as an eye mask.

Moving the pieces of hair out of her vision she looked around only to have her eyes stop at a black Range Rover, a man in all black leaned against it's bonnet with his head down. She took her sweet time gazing at man with appreciation, the black suit fitted him perfectly and made his shoulders look strong with his legs crossed infront of him. She watched as the man ran a hand through his hair and slowly lifted his head up.

"Oh shit" she cursed looking away the moment her eyes net the familiar features of her boss.

"Why is everything against me today?" She questioned the heavens and tried looking busy with her body warming up.

Out of all the things he expected he wasn't ready for a fallen angel to walk towards him in all her exotic glory, he couldn't most of the top because of her big jacket but what he saw was enough to make him set his collar and undo the top button, he gulped feeling himself get warmer in his suit.

His eyes caught the glint of her silver statement ring that she wore in the forefinger of her left hand as she pulled her curled strands away from her face and looked up to meet his eyes.

"Hi" she smiled making him come out of his haze and blink rapidly.

"Yeah. Hey" he said gazing at her sharp features, she looked like a dream, a dream he didn't want to wake up from. The red lipstick grabbed his attention and he failed to stop himself from comparing her normal soft pink lips to these fierce, kissa—.

Ayat felt her eyes zeroing on each and every feature of his, the way the light coming from the building fell perfectly on his high cheekbones, his eyebrows looked snatched and she envied him for that, the way his lashes were thick and curled naturally, that arrogant straight nose and those pale pink lips, everything was summed up his sharp and strong jawline, not to forget his luscious health locks that sat proudly on his head like a crown, making him appear regal and most the beautiful man she had laid her eyes—

She cleared her throat and cringed at her own thoughts, what the actual fuck.

"It's quite cold" she excused feeling flustered, he snapped out of his thoughts and took in a deep breath to calm himself down.

"Yeah. We should go" he said opening the door for her.

Ayat smiled politely and sat in the passenger seat, the fabric gracefully slipped off her left knee making his blood rush at the sight but not for long when she relaxed her legs in the seat and the sight ever so elegantly got concealed from his darkened gaze.

"I see the kids are having thirst issues" 

Ayat felt her heat racing at the message that made her phone ping. She cursed for having a terrace right in the front from where she was sure the devil of a woman would be watching. Replying with a polite middle finger emoji she put her phone on mute.

They pulled out of the driveway but the silence was thick enough to be sliced with a knife, Zaviyar kept his eyes to himself and she clutched her purse for dear life.

I feel so overdressed, for God's sake it's not my wedding and Nuha just makes me look like a devil's bride, look at him he's wearing a simple suit like his everyday causal and here I am looking like a fool with this red lipstick.

"You're not overdressed everyone else is just underdressed"

Yeah but Nuha said that on senior year prom and everyone made fun of me for wearing that stupid pink tulle dress.

Calm down. It's all good.

"Do I look overdressed?" She finally
asked the question she had been fighting over and Zaviyar choked on his saliva not expecting her to speak at all.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry i might've startled you" she said rubbing his back as they slowed down to a stop on a red light.

"No it's... It's all good" he said preying her hand away making her blush in embarrassment.

"You... You look amazing" he said glancing at her sullen expression.

"I... I don't know. Nuha did my makeup and everything and she's the one to pull something like off, but she insisted I wear this and now I feel as if I'm overdoing it for a guest, am I?" She went on and on about she was ok the verge of having an anxiety attack because of the dress.

"Calm down Ayat" he said holding her frantically moving hands. His actions did the exact opposite of what what they meant.

Zaviyar casted a look at her small hand cocooned in his and he felt warmth settling in his stomach. Her nails were painted a perfect maroon with her ring bringing a cold touch to his warm hand.

It took a few seconds for him to even realize what he did and for her to actually calm down.

Soon the car pulled in front of a lavish hotel, the man stepped out of the and handed the keys to valet while walking over to Ayat's side. Opening the door he forwarded his hand for her to take she smile in return taking it.

The pad of his thumb drew patterns on her hand making her heart flutter as he guided her inside where an attendant took their coats.

Ayat felt heat rising to her face as she hesitantly slipped the coat off. She shivered as her naked shoulders came in contact with the brisk air around her, slowly adjusting to the heat inside the building.

The moment Zaviyar turned towards he felt himself stumble on his step. Her bare back greeted him making him feel what they subject as butterflies in his stomach. The two straps that hugged her back made him feel hot.

Her shoulders glittered under the light of the chandelier hanging above them. He gulped his feeling down as his throat closed once again, his breathing dispersed.

Just when he thought he'd atleast be able to hold her waist.

"Mr Qureshi" she snapped her fingers infront of his face making him blink his eyes and focus solely on her face, not her collarbones or the glow of her skin.

"Let's go." He said guiding her the way keeping his hands inches away from her waist.

The two introduced themselves to multiple guests that Zaviyar knew from before the event, Ayat felt herself relaxing when she found woman dressed even more exotically then her. She internally squealed at every female she laid her eyes on and resisted the urge to ask them about their accessories and from where they got them.

She practically melted when she saw the bride, she finally met the couple of the night. The bride looked extremely beautiful in her mermaid fitted gown.

She drooled over her the tiara she adorned and the way her curls added more to her beauty.

"You're so beautiful" she couldn't stop her compliments making the bride laugh at her childish expression.

"Thankyou" the lady grinned happily side hugging her. Ayat felt like a kid meeting her favourite princess.

"Meet my parents." Eliana said pointing at the couple who was walking towards them with bright smiles.

"Mom, Dad. Meet Zaviyar he's Haider's friend and she's his girlfriend Ayat" Eliana introduced making Ayat's eye bulge out.

"His what? No you're—" she wanted to correct her when she felt a warm hand on her back. Ayat stilled for a moment as she stared at the man who pulled her to his side with his damn audacity.

His thumb rubbed sensually against the soft skin of her back, his hand firmed around her waist just the way he's been wanting to do ever since every other man started to ask him about who she was and if she was a regular escort.

Glaring at another one of those bastards he smiled brightly at the couple, feeling her shiver slightly.

"Hello Mr and Mrs Fernandez" Zaviyar smiled brightly shaking their hands, Ayat recovering from the initial shock smiled at the lovely couple.

"I didn't expect Zaviyar would be able to get a woman this pretty" the woman gushed holding Ayat's hands. The woman blushed deep red and lowered her gaze feeling her neck and cheeks warm up.

"I got lucky I guess" the man smirked pulling her back to himself.

Meeting up with everyone she finally pulled Zaviyar to a corner all the while glaring at him.

"Calm down, what's wrong with you?" He seethes straightening his clothes.

"What was that all about?" She hissed making him smirk at her. Her heart raced and he shrugged carelessly.

"What did I do?" He asked innocently making her gape at him.

"You don't know what you did?" She asked amazed at his audacity.

"Come on she assumed it I just played along" he said nonchalantly.

"Why, may I ask?" She asked raising her eyebrows.

"Well because girlfriend dearest were here as a date" he said slowly pulling her flush against himself from her waist while leisurely leaning against the wall.

"You could've said I was an escort or even a f... friend" she stuttered feeling his hand travel up her back.

"Well I personally don't like the sound of that" he said shaking his head making her glare at him.

"Who care about what you like or not?" She was ready to scream but she found herself flushed against the man, their fronts pressed together as he stood up to his full height.

His eyes following the man who stopped midway seeing his hold on her. The man stared at her back making him slide his hand up her back making her freeze in her place, all her anger flushing into a deep blush that rested on her face, from her forehead to her chin her face resembled a tomato.

He felt the rush in his blood as his hand came up to cup her face, his thumb rubbing the soft skin of her cheeks all the while leaning down, the other couples danced their night away with the couple of the night in the middle.

Zaviyar leaned closer making her want to pull her head back but he held her head intact with his head keeping her neck in place.

The song slowly came to an end and their lips almost brushed, her eyes fluttered closed , she felt his nose brush against hers and his warm breath fall on her lips when they heard her name being called.

She jumped away with a deep rooted blush on her face and looked away from his burning gaze and that taunting smirk on his face.

"Come on the bride is throwing the bouquet" a girl she had met not long before pulled her with her, she reached he'd hand out to hold this man but he only took her clutch out of her hold making her glare at him.

Right when she stepped in the group of maidens her eyes widened when the bouquet slapped her right in the face.

"What a coincidence?" She cried internally. Shooting filled the air as she glared at the bouquet of white flowers.

"Aren't you happy?" Eliana asked hugging her tightly making her fake a chuckle.

I officially hate weddings. I'm not even going to my own.

She smiled brightly walking back to where the bastard stood with a fucking smirk on his handsome face.

"So girlfriend...."

"Shut up. Please" she said slamming the bouquet in the table and sitting down.

"You caught the bouquet" he teased seeing her annoyed expression. Her eyes narrowed at him and he played the innocent card with his hands held up.

"It was a coincidence." She said not meeting his eyes for the rest of the night.

The way he was looking at her the whole night she felt her body getting hot, his intense gaze followed her around and even her palms burned red.

Bidding their goodbyes they or more like she was about to escape when felt herself being pulled back. Her eyes widened and they stared in bewilderment as the man pulled them back in a corner.

"What... What are you doing?" She asked making him ignore her question and brush the strands of her hair away from her face. His fingers caressed the skin of her face and ran along her neck watching her chest heaved up and down, her heart beating violently under his fingers and his own heart pumped blood at an abnormal pace.

"I've been wanting to do this all night long" was the last thing he said before he pulled her head up and crashed his lips on hers.

Her lungs forgot to function for a moment and she melted under his warm touch. His arm rounded around her waist and her wide eyes fluttered close.

Her limo arms slowly rose up to curl against his neck as her she pulled him even closer. He'd fingers curled in his hair making him groan and pull away only to caress her jaw with his open mouth kisses.

Ayat failed to suppress the moan that left her lips and she lost herself in the feeling for a moment.

"Zaviyar..." She whispered feeling him nip on her neck, slowly panic rose in her and she's opened her eyes gaining her consciousness.

His name sounded royal from the way she whispered it in his ear, his heart raced against time and his itched to feel her skin without the barrier of those straps on her back.

"Zaviyar stop" she finally mastered the authority in her voice and he pulled away with darkened eyes. Ayat flushed at his eyes raking her form and freed herself from him.

"We should go home" she said not making eye contact.

He's my fucking boss, I'm resigning, first thing tomorrow morning. I'll go back to underground fighting not this. Fuck no. İbrahim will kill you if you do so. Well fuck him. That's the one thing you can't do. You still a debt to pay. One last fight with Ibrahim.

I needed the money, Mah needed that surgery to survive. This isn't it.

I'm resigning. I'll invest in some good business and earn while staying at home with Mah. I can't work with this man anymore, shit.... Now he has a few card to tease me. Fuck him. No.

She walked out of the door when she shivered feeling the cold air on her shoulders. Her coat was placed on her shoulders and she looked up at Zaviyar, meeting his concern gaze.

"Are you okay?" He asked making her nod.

"Yeah."

The whole ride she kept thinking of everything that had happened this night. Zaviyar felt his anxiety rising as he cursed himself for loosing his control but what could he do when he's been trying to suppress his desire ever since she walked out of that damned building.

"Listen I'm sorry—" he started but he was silenced by sirens, and a rush of police officers.

They were walking towards the entrance of the building then the dragged the stretcher out and the sight of who laid on it made her blood go cold........

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