Naira stretched in the bed while turning on her left side with her eyes closed. A contented sigh escaped her lips as she felt someone pull the comforter to her neck from where it had slipped from due to her aggressive sleeping behaviour and she snuggled into the warmth of the person lying beside her.

Wait a second.

Person?

As in, another homo sapien?

As in, someone like her? With two arms, two legs and one head?

But she was an only child of her parents! And she was spoiled enough to not let anyone in her room let alone her bed.

Then who— ?

As the Thoughts Express screeched to a halt in her sleep infused brain, her honey brown eyes snapped open in alarm to find a set of hazel brown ones already staring at her. Her breathing halted as she looked at the sharp jaw covered in a five o' clock shadow and then the thin lips which were starting to pull into a lazy smirk. Naira's gaze snapped back up to the man's eyes as he moved closer, their noses almost touching, and spoke in a low voice which held the hint of morning raspiness.

"Good morning, m'lady."

Just like that, the left side of her head started pounding with a weird headache and she stifled a gasp when she saw that he wasn't wearing a shirt.

There was a shirtless man in Naira Hussain's bed! And he had just placed an arm over her waist to pull her closer!

'Kuch kar bongi, beth ke munh kya dekh rhi hai?!' The inner voice shrieked at the top of her lungs and the brown haired beauty didn't waste a second before freeing her right hand from the comforter and slapping the indecent man straight on his stupidly perfect cheek, entirely forgetting about the pounding in her head.

[Do something idiot, why are you sitting there like a dumb seal?!]

The impact was so harsh that it ensued a hiss from the inky black haired man as his grip on her waist loosened and she shot up straight on the spot, her hair wild and her hands bunching the whole blanket close to her chest.

"What in God's name do you think you are doing?!" she bellowed with bright red cheeks and the guy blinked at her for some seconds, taking in her wild state, before slowly starting to sit up too.

Naira's frantic eyes settled on the silver chain around his neck for a fleeting moment before she directed her gaze back to his face to avoid looking at his bare upper half.

God, this was madness!

"Is this how you greet a man who gave you the most blissful night of the year?" he asked while rubbing a hand over his jawline, his eyes roaming all over her frame which was mostly covered behind the blanket but Naira still felt as if he could see right through it.

Her blood ran cold when she looked down at herself to see that she was wearing a very compromising nightgown and her eyes went as wide as saucers.

When did she change into this?

When did she even buy this piece?

"I might've helped you change last night," he informed her lazily while running a hand through his dark curls. "Your dress was quite uncomfortable."

Naira's head snapped around to see the burgundy frock littered on the floor in front of the bed along with her heels and purse and for the first time, she realised that she wasn't in her room.

"Judging by the expression on your face, I guess you've finally come to the realisation that it's my room, not yours."

The man spoke up again in the same lazy manner and she stared at him with a stunned look. He was too calm while a tsunami of emotions had started whirling inside her; disbelief, anger, horror and shame.

"Did you... did we... " she stumbled for words but nothing came out. His hazel brown eyes moved to her hands which had started to tremble as her grip tightened over the comforter and he realised that she was starting to panic.

Her breaths were coming out in short gasps all of a sudden and he cursed under his breath while moving over to grab her arms, but she immediately flinched away from his reach, causing his hands to fall at the sides as he clenched his jaw.

"No. We didn't. Nothing of that sorts happened last night. Can you please calm down, Naira?" he said to her softly and she closed her eyes while trying to focus on her breathing but it was proving to be a tough task until she felt a pair of arms go around her shoulders and she was being pressed to his side.

"I know you're not supposed to hug a person having a panic attack but I want you to focus on the sound of my heartbeat, okay? Forget about everything else." he murmured close to her left ear and she tried doing exactly that. His heart was beating in a soft lull and she found herself relaxing a bit.

He saw the tension releasing from her shoulders and immediately pulled away, knowing that he shouldn't have touched her in the first place without permission.

Naira blinked her eyes open to find him staring at her with an unreadable expression and the anger from before came as a whirlwind, wrapping her whole being in sharp flames.

She forgot about the way he had comforted her only a few seconds ago and instead, grabbed a pillow and threw it at his face, causing him to give out a surprised yelp.

"Naam btao mujhy apna!" she screeched and he scowled at her after throwing the pillow to the side.

[Tell me your name!]

"Who the hell asks names after throwing a pillow at someone's face?" he asked angrily.

"Tell me your name or else I'll call the police." she threatened and he blinked at her before bursting into a fit of chuckles. Naira narrowed her eyes at him as he continued to laugh before he looked at her face with a large smile.

"You really are a piece of work, huh?" he mused out loud before shaking his head and saying; "Rayan Chaudhry at your service, m'lady."

She ground her teeth as she said her next words. "Stop calling me that, and tell me why I'm in your room and why the hell are you not wearing a shirt?"

He ran his thumb on his bottom lip as he answered, making her blush at the way he was staring at her.

Lafanga, behaya admi!

[Ruffian, shameless man!]

"You are in my room because you couldn't resist my charm and I'm not wearing a shirt because... " he trailed off as he tilted his head to the side, some silky strands falling over his hypnotic brown orbs, and gave her a rakish smirk. "You couldn't resist me."

Naira's face flushed and she instantly got out of the bed. The blanket slipped from her bare shoulders for she was wearing a spaghetti strapped nightgown and she hastily moved over to cover herself.

Rayan wasn't going to let her though, because he grabbed the end of the blanket to stop her from fully having the material and Naira stared at him in disbelief.

"Let go of it!" she said out loud and he only tugged at it, causing her to jerk forward with round eyes.

"You don't have to hide, dekha tou hua hai mein ne sab kuch." he muttered mischievously while gazing into her eyes and she froze.

[I've already seen everything.]

"Sab kuch?" she repeated dumbly and he suppressed a laugh while nodding his head. Naira snapped out of the shock and pulled her hand back to land another slap across his cheek, completely catching him off guard.

It was silent for some moments before she watched him slowly turn his face to her, anger flashing in his hazel brown eyes and she involuntarily gulped.

Shouldn't have done that.

Rayan gritted his teeth before lunging at her, causing her to give out an ear piercing scream as she barely managed to duck out of his hold and ran towards the door. Naira turned the doorknob with a smile but it melted away the second she realised the door was locked. Her face paled as she felt him behind herself and his strong arms came to rest on both sides, caging her in.

"Tumhary hath kuch zaida he nahi chalty?" he asked in a murmur, his lips brushing against the back of her head. Naira clenched her eyes as a feeling of déjà vu passed through her body, startling her in the process.

[Your hands move a lot, no?]

'You're forgetting something.' A voice called out inside her head and she briskly turned around to face him, realising too late that he was only a few inches apart. Rayan grinned as he saw her wide-eyed expression and moved his hand to tuck some curls behind her right ear before skimming his index finger along the length of her jawline.

Shouldn't have touched her without permission, huh? Well, you're contradicting your own thoughts, you loon.

Shut the hell up, you stupid conscience.

He stared right into her honey brown eyes as he said, "Has anyone ever told you how much of a tease you are?"

Suddenly, a familiar face flashed before her eyes and the main event of the night appeared in her mind.

She had gone to a friend's party with Zaram last night where he'd uttered the exact same sentence to her. They were dancing and he'd leaned over her ear to whisper it suggestively, as he always does. Then...

Naira's head hurt as she thought about the events after they left the party. Rayan noticed her changing expressions and realised that she was trying to recall last night. His heartbeat quickened as he folded his hands into fists on the door, still trapping her in.

Please don't try to remember, Naira. It won't do you any good.

"Where's Zaram?" Her question made his shoulders go stiff as he tried his best to keep his anger at bay. Rayan moved back from her but kept his gaze focused on her face. A beat of silence passed before;

"I don't know him." he said with a casual shrug. She narrowed her eyes.

"He's my fiancé." she told him through clenched teeth. "And I was with him last night."

"Is that so?" Rayan turned around to walk towards a small couch placed in the corner of the room and retrieved his discarded shirt. "Why did you wake up in my bed, then?"

Rage spread through her body at his words and she barely controlled herself from wringing his neck as he shrugged the navy blue dress shirt on, his back muscles stretching in the process. Naira averted her gaze and folded her hands into fists.

"You are supposed to answer that question, idiot. Tell me why am I here and where is my fiancé?" she asked and then a horrible perception passed through her mind, making her eyes widen in alarm.

This guy had kidnapped her!

But he doesn't look like one!

Just because he looks like a Calvin Klein model, doesn't mean he can't be a kidnapper!

I hate how you always talk sense, brain.

"If you're done admiring me, can I ask you to change your clothes? We're going to be late for university."

Naira was brought out of her thoughts at his voice and realised that she'd been unconsciously staring at him all this time. Her face burned in embarrassment as she ducked her head but it snapped right back up when she noticed exactly what he'd said.

"Wait. Did you just say... university? How do you... " she spluttered while Rayan bent down to pick her dress from the floor and extended it to her.

"We can talk on the way. I don't wanna miss my lecture." he stated as she reluctantly grabbed the dress from his hand and he exhaled lightly while crossing his arms over his chest. Naira blinked.

"Well? Get out of here so I can change."

Rayan quirked a brow before grinning at her. "Nah, I'd prefer to have a peek."

"Mein tumhari naak tor dun gi, behaya insaan!" she shrieked and he smiled evilly.

[I'll break your nose, you shameless man!]

"I think you're forgetting that I'm already enjoying the view." he remarked and she immediately looked down towards her nightdress which came a little below her knees. Her heart stopped as she slowly turned her head back up to find him covering his laugh by biting on his knuckles.

Naira breathed out with clenched eyes and he choked on a chuckle before saying; "Okay! I'll be waiting outside, m'lady."

He went out of the room, biting back a grin on the way and she opened her eyes when she heard the door shut behind him. She muttered a few colorful words under her breath as she kicked her heels placed in front of her in anger before regretting it right after and cuddled them to her chest. It was a very expensive pair.

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Naira stared at the familiar road in Karachi which led to her university and mentally sent some grateful prayers heavenward for she'd thought that he was lying about being in the same university as hers. She'd never seen him in her life while he was claiming to share the Management class with her for the past one and a half year and the news had rendered her speechless.

It was far worse than she had thought. She'd woken up in a classfellow's bed in the most compromising condition possible!

Her hands started shaking as the seriousness of the situation slowly started to dawn on her and she pressed them together in her lap while hiding her face behind the driver's seat, away from his piercing eyes which were currently focused on the road. She didn't want him to know that she was getting another panic attack. It'd make her appear weak and Lord knows she was far from it.

She was one of the most liberal people out there, but most of her beliefs were still intact and it was beyond frightening for her to wake up in a stranger's bed without having any relation with him.

Breathe, Naira. Just hang in there until you reach the uni, then go straight to the principal's office and file a complaint of harassment against this shïthead.

She was purposely avoiding reacting out of control to the whole situation because she knew she could possibly end up in a ditch. Besides, he had not misbehaved with her in any major way, yet. And she believed him on the part that nothing had happened between them last night which could prompt her to dig herself a grave.

Hope ignited in her veins as the car entered the university premises and she masked her face with indifference as they got out. Rayan pulled out his dark shades and placed them over his eyes before picking up his bag from the side seat. He faced Naira then, who was rocking on her heels, seemingly in a hurry to get out of his presence and he dragged his tongue against the back of his upper row of teeth slowly, and opened his bag's zipper to take out a scarlet coloured envelope from it.

A frown appeared on Naira's face when he extended it to her and she reluctantly took it from him.

"What's this?"

"Open it after lunch when you're all alone." He dodged her question and locked the car. Rayan stared at her face from behind his black sunglasses and said, "And don't even think about going to the principal's office." Naira's eyes widened involuntarily and a lazy smirk appeared on his lips. "If you go there, you'd only be getting yourself in trouble because we both know how this society works."

She froze at his statement and he leaned in to say in a low voice; "Aur mein ne tou kuch bura kia bhi nahi hai. So, don't worry."

[And I didn't even do anything wrong.]

He didn't give her any time to react and quickly swivelled on his heels to walk away from her. Naira stood there staring at his back in a mixed state of anger and bewilderment.

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Everybody stared at her as she walked into the hallway leading to her class. Naira was used to the gazes. Her and Zaram were the 'it' couple of the university since they got engaged and everyone treated them as celebrities. Part of it was because of their family backgrounds, as they came from some of the elite families in the city. So, it didn't faze her much when she entered the building and all the students glued their eyes on her.

The thing which took her by surprise was the mocking and almost judgemental expressions on their faces. Naira saw a bunch of guys roam their eyes all over her frame and her heartbeat increased in alarm.

Something wasn't right.

People had started to whisper now and her feet slowly came to a pause as she heard some of the conversation from a group of three girls standing at the side.

"How can she cheat on Zaram like that?"

"She looked completely wasted in that photo."

"First she commits a sin by drinking alcohol and then she even cheats on that poor guy? The nerve of this woman!"

A chill ran down Naira's spine as she heard the abusive word come out of that girl's mouth after she finished that sentence and her head whipped in her direction to see the three of them widen their eyes. Naira's heart was in her throat but she managed to glare at them and said, "If you have to say anything about me, say it to my face. I'm all ears."

They exchanged panicked glances with each other and hastily made their way out of there. Naira swallowed and instead of going to the class, she went inside the girl's lavatory and locked herself inside one of the cubicles.

Alcohol. She'd drunk alcohol according to those idiots.

She covered her mouth with her hand as a wave of dizziness passed over her and she sat down on the toilet seat, not caring about the hygiene. She closed her eyes and tried to remember what actually happened yesterday but nothing appeared other than her and Zaram going to the party, dancing and then leaving from there.

There is more. Much more.

Tears stung her eyes and she blinked them back as she heard someone enter the bathroom. There were two girls.

"Do you think the pictures are real?" she heard one of them ask. "I mean, Naira doesn't seem like the type to... you know, drink."

"I don't know." she imagined the second girl shrugging her shoulders. "We can't ever be too sure about these elites. They don't pay much heed to the wrongs and rights of religion."

Wrong. She was making remarks based on mere judgments and it was utterly ridiculous. Naira wanted to claw her eyes out for saying that but froze when she heard her next words.

"Besides, Zaram was the one who shared those pictures with the whole department. He wouldn't have done it if he weren't sure. He must've been really hurt, they were supposed to be in love, man."

The cubicle door burst open as Naira marched out of it, startling both ladies. They were staring at her with wide, fearful eyes as she extended a hand towards the second girl and said, "I would like to see the pictures you are talking about."

"I-I... we're sorry, Naira— " she stuttered but Naira cut her off.

"The pictures, please."

After exchanging an apprehensive glance with her friend, she opened her phone and gave it to her. The ground beneath her disappeared as she found herself in the picture, dressed in the same burgundy frock she was wearing at the moment with her head tossed back as she drank from a shot glass. It was all dark save for the neon lights brightening some parts of the room. Her fingers shook as she swiped to see the next image and then the next and then the next. All of them were taken from a spot which showed that the photographer was trying to stay hidden as he performed this task.

The last image made her head spin when she found herself sitting in a guy's lap, her arms around his shoulders and his around her waist. Her stomach twisted as she realised who the man was. The phone dropped from her hands as she whipped around to run towards the previous cubicle before vomiting her guts out.

――✽――

Naira walked down the hallways in search of the inky black haired man she'd met this morning and stopped short when she found him sitting in the lawn under a tree. Hot anger raged through her whole being as she approached him in quick strides and he looked up at her with a poker face.

"Can I help you?" he asked without blinking and she sucked in a large chunk of air before striking his right cheek with her palm for the third time that day. Rayan muttered a 'fück' under his breath as he shot up on his feet to burn holes at her face with his glare.

"What the fück is wrong with your hand? Do you get seizure attacks in it? Subha se mari ja rahi ho mujhy."

[You're hitting me since morning.]

"You deserve these slaps and a beating in the prison, you pathetic excuse for a human."

"The hell are you going on about?" he asked in confusion and she scoffed before bringing out her phone and shoving it to his face. Rayan's face fell as he stared at the pictures and turned his head back up to stare at her with round eyes. His breath hitched when he saw a tear roll down her cheek and then she was bawling her eyes out.

"Naira, it's not what it seems like. I swear— fück." he cursed when she started sobbing and he grabbed her by her arms but she wrenched out of his hold in fury.

"Don't you dare try to touch me!" she yelled at him and he clenched his jaw as he saw a few students starting to linger around the hallway at some distance. He ignored her words and grabbed her by her arms once again before pulling her to the other side of the large tree to hide away from their gazes. She was struggling in his arms as he pinned her against the rough bark and said;

"For God's sake, Naira. I didn't do anything wrong. Will you please stop reacting like this?"

He was starting to get annoyed but Naira only rewarded him with a glare. "You did nothing wrong? You made me drink alcohol and then took advantage of me! I'm going to report you to the police, you jerk. You tarnished my relationship with Zaram and every single person is throwing abusive insults at me out there."

She was breathing hard as she said all that and Rayan worked his jaw before voicing out in a low tone. "What relationship? The kind where you force alcohol down your fiancée's throat to make her sleep with you or the kind where you leave her stranded with a bunch of thugs because you couldn't make it happen?"

The colour drained from her face as she registered his words and the girl's sentence echoed in her ears.

Zaram was the one who shared those pictures.

No. He would never do that. Zaram loved her, he would never do such a horrendous thing to her.

Or would he?

"As for me, I was only helping you and these pictures are taken purposely to make you look bad." he spoke again, bringing her out of her thoughts.

"You didn't have any right to hold me like that and then take me to your apartment afterwards. I won't believe a word you say."

"Oh, really?" He raised a single brow and moved his hand to brush a tear away from her left cheek before staring right into her honey brown eyes. "Ap humari biwi hain, janab. Humara pura haq hai ap pe."

[You're my wife, darling. I have every right to touch you.]

If Naira thought the headache was bad, then it was nothing compared to the ringing she heard right after he uttered that sentence.

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