Zayaan's POV,
I punched him as he fell on the floor at the impact and I sat down on his chest choking him with one hand as I threw punches on him one after the other.... non-stop.

He dared to touch my Inarah...He made her cry......he took her away from me..... he's gonna marry her....that fucking bastard.

"Bhai stop.... he's already dead!" I could hear Asad from behind but I couldn't comprehend his words. Blood that was spilling from his nose and mouth covered my bruised fists and my t-shirt. It wasn't enough...

"Zayaan stop it already....."

"No....this bastard needs to pay..." I growled like a madman.

"Zayaan stop! HE'S NOT ABID!" Asad finally yelled and pulled me off of him by my collar.
"Come back to your senses!" He yelled in my face.

Still breathing heavily, I looked down at the man who I killed.... he wasn't Inarah's fiance. He was just a drug dealer selling drugs to high school kids.

I robotically made my way out through the limp bodies that lay on the ground covered in blood.
"Bhai, we found these drugs that they were hiding. It's heroin, marijuana, and cocaine." Ubaid said holding a big bag in his hands.

"Burn it!" I ordered and he nodded proceeding with his work. Asad and Rajiv followed behind me.

If I even accidentally get my hands on that low-life bastard Abid... I don't know what I'll do!

I need to distract myself if I don't want to go crazy...

Inarah's POV,
"Mom please....try to understand! I can't marry him." I implored my mother with tears. Something that I never thought in my wildest dreams that I'd do.

"Why? So that you can go back to that Zayaan of yours?" She said spitefully.

"Mom trust me. Our Zayaan is way better than that scumbag!" I exploded.

"Language Inarah!" Mom yelled.

"Sorry...but that's exactly how I can define him. Do you even know what he did to me?!" I said in a shaky voice as that horrible night's memory came to me making me feel filthy again. At that time, I really wished I was born ugly and into a poor family instead.

"What kind of magic that man put on you?! First your father and now you? He's a gangster...a murderer. It's just because of your father that we have to bear with him....we even made him the CEO because he was capable and now, he's aiming for my daughter for what? To become the chairman?!" She raged.

"Mom .... he's not like that. Please....my love for him is pure and true Mom." I sobbed.

"Yeah right! That's why you were sleeping in his arms for the past 10 years behind my back!"

"Mom!"

"Inarah enough! You're going to marry Abid and that's final!" She announced without even sparing me a look. Tears trickled down my face but she ignored them all. Why is she soo cold-hearted? It's the first time I'm even crying and begging in front of her...yet she's ignoring me?!

"Why do you hate him soo much Mom?! What has he ever done to you?! You aren't even ready to hear or even look at your daughter. Zayaan isn't the only reason why I don't want to marry Abid....he... he's a terrible person. Heck! He isn't even a proper Muslim Mom! Didn't you once say that we should marry a person who'd take us closer to Our Lord?! He's miles away from the Lord himself... how can he take me closer? That night, he lied to you about taking me to dinner. Instead, he took me to a nightclub and....and misbehaved with me Mom.... he...he touched me, Mom.... I hated it!" I cried.

Hearing this her shocked eyes stopped at me.
"He did what?!" She said in a low shocked voice coming closer to me. I looked at her crying and she took me in her arms.

"I'm so sorry baby... I didn't know....oh God, what was I doing?!" She cupped my face wiping my tears.
"Don't worry, I'll immediately call his family and inform them that we will not hand over our daughter to such a pervert! I'm so sorry baby...." She said with guilt all over her face

I nodded hugging her tight.
Alhamdulillah. We can go back home now....and I can go back to my Zayaan.

If only I knew.... another shock was waiting for me back home in India...

Zayaan's POV,
I walked into Latifah Banu's Brothel. All the women forget their partners and turned their attention to me....ogling at me, lusting for me instead, frustrating their customers. I smirked as if I didn't miss the 'oohs' and 'aahhs' that escaped their mouths. Everyone wants to seduce the boss and be his woman. It was their only way to gain power over Mumbai.....and the whole country.

Latifah Banu spit her Pan and walked towards me her eyes twinkling at the mere sight of me.

"Assalamualaikum Zayaan bhai. Aaj itne dino baad is gareeb khane mein kaise aana hua?(how come after soo long you finally arrived at our humble abode)" She smiled gesturing to her men to arrange me a seat. Asad and Ubaid were with me, they stood as rocks paying no heed to the girls who were trying to seduce them.

I took my seat as a thin young girl came and sat near my feet moving her hands seductively over my thighs. I didn't even bother to look at her. Another busty girl came to massage my shoulders.

"I heard you brought in more girls. So I came to check them." I smirked tilting my head to the side.

"Ah, that we did. Although, they're still not ready....not very cooperative. We have to train them well....if you could just wait for a few days, after their training, I'll personally send them for your pleasure. After all, you're our best customer." She chuckled softly.

"Are they virgins?" I asked.

"That they are?" She said cracking her supari.

"Good. I'm in the mood for some feisty young virgin girls. I can train them myself. Send them to me." I ordered.

She looked at me scrutinizing me skeptically.
"Last time the girls you took with you never came back." She raised an eyebrow putting another paan in her mouth.

"I pay you well!" I said in a matter of factly way.

"That you do, but they were our best products. I don't care what you do with them after they lose their value, but until they are in demand...we need them...and these new girls are also quite in demand." She said

I groaned in frustration as the girl massaging my shoulders tried to slip her hand into my shirt. I grabbed her wrist breaking a few bangles as I pulled her to me and she landed on my lap. I grabbed her nape and pulled her close to me looking straight into her lustful eyes.
"I don't like anyone touching me without my permission or trying to take control...." I made my grip tighter on her nape as she hissed in pain smiling at me.
"... I am the one who takes control. Got it!" I said in a low threatening voice through grunted teeth.

"Sahab, you can take control of me and ravage me anytime you want." She bit her lip seductively trying to mask her fear. I smirked and threw her off me.

"Ahh!" She yelped falling on her hands. Latifah Banu eyed her and that girl left muttering curses under her breath. I kicked the other girl who had wrapped herself around my legs and she scram too.

I snapped my finger and both Ubaid and Asad threw 2 packets of cash in front of her. She took the envelope and her eyes widened at the amount.

"Oye! Bring the girls." She ordered her men as they went to some kind of room and dragged 2 almost unconscious girls out. They were around Inarah's age, maybe even younger. They were sedated with drugs and could hardly stand or even open their eyes. My jaw clenched.

"I'm taking them," I announced.

"When will you bring them back Sahab?" She asked.

I smirked.
"I'll keep them if I like them....if you want more money....ask for it later," I said

Then my eyes stopped at the 2 faces who I recognized as the ones who were chasing after Inarah and me at the mall that day.

I took out my gun and shot 2 bullets each. One on their chest and the other.... their head as their blood splattered on the wall behind them and some on the shitty people around them. The room was covered with anonymous screams and cries. Shooting their brains out was my signature move. No one could do it like I did.... right between the eyes...from any distance.

Latifah went pale seeing the dead bodies. I walked towards her glaring straight in her eyes as I pointed the barrel of the gun on her head and leaned closer to her ear.

"If I ever see any of your men or women around Inarah Qureshi again....the next bullet will be making a hole in your head. Got it?!" I whispered.
She nodded desperately.... shaking like a leaf.

Ubaid and Asad grabbed the girls as we made our way to the car...

Inarah's POV,
We're finally back in India. Abid's marriage proposal was rejected, in fact, Dad even threatened them that he'd press charges against him for molesting me. Now I couldn't wait to see my Zayaan!

I was still under house arrest but with Emmad and Heena's help, I sneaked out at night bribing the security. Although, Heena gave me an ultimatum to be back within an hour or she'd kill me. I got into the Residential elevator of his building all alone. Sure, I was scared but thinking about how I'd get to meet my Zayaan... I could have control over my fears. That's how deep my love was for him.

The door of the elevator opened to the penthouse and I ran out grinning like a fool. Everyone was surprised to see me.

"Inarah?! What are you doing here it's 1 am. And....did you just get in the elevator alone?!" Asad exclaimed with his eyes wide as an owl's.

I giggled.
"Yes.... now where's your boss?" I asked walking in briskly.

"He's um....busy," Asad answered hesitantly.

"Hm? What, still working in his cabin? Seriously this guy..." I shook my head heading towards the cabin, but as I opened the door, it was empty.

"He's not there Inarah!" Why did Asad look soo guilty? That's weird. I had a bad feeling now.

I ran towards his bedroom. Was he okay?! Oh, God.

"Zayaan!" I slammed open his bedroom room and my eyes widened and my heart jumped to my throat. There were two girls in his bed... sleeping leaving some distance in between as if for a third person. Just then his bathroom door opened and he walkout just in his pants drying his wet hair with a towel as if he just took a shower.

"Inarah?" He looked at me confused.

My knees almost gave out as realization hit me like a tight slap on my face...still, I didn't want to believe my head and listen to my heart. My Zayaan is not that kind of a guy....no! Never!!!

"W....who are these...g..girls Zayaan?" My voice almost came out as a whisper.

He looked at them with a smirk on his face and then at me.
"Let's talk outside." He said and grabbed my elbow dragging me with him. I looked back at Asad who was looking down apologetically.

He took me to the balcony.

"Zayaan?" I questioned him.

"What?" He said with a bored expression pinching the bridge of his nose. Why was he acting like that? That too with me?!

"Those girls! Who were they and what were they doing in your bed? And why were you...."

"I slept with them!" He said shutting me off and making the ground slip from underneath my feet.

"What?" My voice hardly came out as I looked at him in utter shock..... paralyzed. Warm tears freely cascaded down my face.

"I... it's a joke, right? Y...you can...never do such a thing... I know my Zayaan.... you're not..." I desperately grabbed his arm not wanting to believe anything.

He pulled his arm back abruptly.
"Why would I joke about such a thing? I was in the mood, so I picked those young girls from the brothel and had some fun with them." He shrugged putting his hands in his pockets as if it was soo normal.

I just gaped at him shocked....my blood running cold in my veins.

I was crying yet, he wasn't even wiping my tears....his eyes were soo cold as if he wasn't my Zayaan at all.

Cupping his face between my hands, I desperately searched in his eyes for something...but I couldn't find anything.

"This isn't you....this isn't my Zayaan," I whispered choking.

He pulled my hands away from his face and I yelped as pushed me against the glass wall pinning both my wrists above my head as he came dangerously close to my face. He glared into my eyes with his red ones, his breath tickling on my lips as he chuckled darkly. I watched him in horror.

"Your Zayaan?!... I was never yours, to begin with. I never even cared about you! It was you who had this stupid crush on me all these years that I was taking good advantage of but suddenly your mother decided to get you married and give my company to your future husband?! All these years I had to stick through all your whining for nothing. Do you know how that makes me feel?"
His grip tightened around my wrist making me wince in pain as a whimper escaped my mouth.

"It makes me feel like I should just push you off this balcony and get rid of you!" He grunted. His words shook me to the core. He let go of me abruptly getting back as I sank on my knees.

"Stop wasting my time Inarah! Just go and get married to a rich brat like yourself. At least, I'd be free from you."
He sat down at my level and grabbed my nape painfully making me look up at him.
"BTW...You love me you say? Well then, if you're soo desperate, why don't you become my private slut?"

My eyes widened at his words pulling me out of my shock. All my anger, heartbreak, frustration, and whatnot just gathered in one place of my body and I slapped him hard across his face. He stilled with his eyes wide looking away from me because of the impact.

"Get away from me!" I said with a low grunt.

He stood up without a word not looking at me and I gathered all my remaining courage standing up too, glaring at him.

Zayaan's POV,
"You never cared about me? You never loved me.... it was all for the company? So you'd be completely fine if I went to someone else? If that someone else marries me...touches me...makes me his?!" She raged as I turned away from her and froze at her words that stung like arrows to my heart. I clenched my fist at just a mere thought of it.

Stepping forward, she grabbed my head between her shaking hands again and looked desperately into my eyes.
"Did you never feel anything for me in these past 12 years we were together? Was I the only one in love....did your heart never race for me....did your eyes never linger on me with longing and love....did your breath never stop when I came near you....did you never think about me...or dream of a future with me...."

My heart clenched.

"I never believed what anyone said... I always had faith in you. I thought I knew you better. But I was soo wrong! What? Your private slut?! This is how you make a joke of my love, Zayaan Hashmi! You'd always been more important to me than my life itself....and this is how you break me.... wow! Bravo Zayaan... Bravo!" She clapped as tears kept falling from her eyes like diamonds.

"You know what... congratulations! You're finally getting rid of me. Why don't you go back to your prostitutes and have fun to your heart's content? Goodbye, Zayaan Hashmi!" She said and walked past me.... leaving me forever....making me hollow inside.

I leaned on the balcony railing for support gripping it hard enough for my knuckles to go white, hitting my  fist hard over the railing making a dent. She was gone.... forever. My plan worked.
I let a tear fall freely over the back of my hand.

I had finally lost her forever...

Inarah's POV,
I walked into Mom's room animatedly.

"Good morning Inarah baby. I was just coming down for breakfast..." She said.

"Mom!" I said monotonously cutting her off.

She looked at me a bit worried.
"What's wrong baby?"

I took a deep breath.
"I'm ready to marry anyone you want!" I announced.

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