Inarah's POV,

Does Zayaan really hate me? Will he ever accept me as his wife?
There was only 1 way to find out....

I opened the bedroom door only to have a bitter taste in my mouth for the rest of the day to see the 2 girls and thier same annoying face.

The twin witches! Twitches!

"Why are you two here?" I asked with a bored expression.

"Not because we wanted to, it's because boss ordered us. We're your new bodyguards." They said the entire thing in unison. Now see why I called them annoying. It's too creepy. Wait! Hold on...

"Bodyguards?!"

They nodded mirroring my bored expression from before.

Is Zayaan out of his mind? Asking the wolf to watch the sheep. Won't they pounce on me and kill me themselves the second they find me alone instead of protecting me? We've hated eachother since the time these bitches joined in. Always trying to seduce my Zayaan. We 3 exchanged death glares until....

"Inarah!"

I looked at him and my heart skipped a beat. He was exactly the same as before but....still different, because now he was my husband. I wanted to run to him and hide in his arms but I resisted... I really cannot be mad at him for too long.
Oh God! Why am I soo hopelessly in love?!

He just gaped at me eyeing me from top to bottom. Heat was rising in my cheeks and I was busy admiring his handsome features too. He was ready in his suit...for office? But it's the first day of our married life?! How mean!

He then cleared his throat and looked away.
"Breakfast is ready for you in the kitchen. Go eat something." He like ordered. I narrowed my eyes at him

"Don't bark orders at me. I'm not one of your employees.... I'm your wife now." I snapped and didn't fail to miss the ghost of a smile on his lips.

"Leaving already?" I questioned to which he nodded.
"I...need to talk to you first." I said.

****
"Did you take off my lehenga and jewellery?" I asked

"No, it was the twins."

Liar! I asked those bitches and they said they had no idea. Also, everything of my belongings were intact and nothing stolen either. It gave a happy feeling in my stomach. My husband undressed me, although not completely. But you take what you can get, right?

"Inarah, about yesterday....there were no Nikah papers signed soo, it's not legal yet. If you want, you can leave anytime you want." He said looking seriously at me.

I picked the paperweight from his desk and threw it on him which he very smoothly dodged.

"Asshole! You did say Qubool hai in front of the Holy Quran, Maulana, the witnesses and most importantly The Lord and I did so too and you're telling me it's not legal?! Well guess what you knucklehead! We are binded by a Halal marriage in the perfect Islamic manner and that bond cannot be severed." I yelled as his words pierced through my heart while he just kept quiet.
"As for the papers..."

I took my phone and called one of our many lawyers.
"Yes Advocate Khan. Please arrange a Nikah nama(papers) of mine and Zayaan....yes, ASAP, thankyou." I hung up.
"There! Problem solved. Now excuse me..."

I stood from my chair and turned to leave but my head spined making me lose balance.
I slumped on his hard chest struggling to keep my eyes open.
"Careful, you're too week. You should eat something." He said in his soft voice, his eyes full of concern.
I caressed his handsome face with my hand.
"Zayaan!" I whispered gazing into his eyes as his dark black orbs gazed back into mine.
"Do you... hate me so much that...you can't even give us a chance?"

He tucked my hair behind my ear and opened his mouth to speak....

"Bhai... About this payment..."

Both our eyes shifted to the annoyance at the door and we saw Wafeeq with his jaw dropped.

"S....s... sorry bhai, Inarah...I...I mean bhabhi. I'm still getting used to the fact that you're married now." He said with a sheepish smile looking away.

"Wait for me here." Zayaan told him authoritively and walked me to the kitchen with his arm around me.

He made me sit on the chair of the 4 seater dining platform. Oh! So if we have 2 kids then this table will be full right? But what if we have 3...or maybe 4....or...

"Ouch!"
I was brutally pulled out of my happy thoughts with a hot cup of tea touching my fingers. I scowled at him.

"Stop daydreaming and eat up." He placed a plate full of pancakes and berries in front of me.

"I'm dieting. Also, I only drink green tea not milk tea!" I pouted.

"Fine. I'll make something else." He said with a bored expression pulling the plate, I immediately grabbed it and he looked at me

"Wait! You made this?!" I asked surprised. He gave me a poker face meaning yes. I quickly grabbed the knife and fork and dig in. He left the plate and turned to the fridge.

"Um... yummy!" I said with my mouth full as I ate greedily. It's not the first time I'm eating his cooking. I've got this lucky sometime before too.

Zayaan's POV,
I smiled hearing that. She always likes my food and I love cooking for her. Why did she had to look soo beautiful in that saree? It's the first time she's wearing something like that and as I saw her, I thought my heart would stop. The soft saree wrapped around her curves perfectly and the bright red colour highlighting her fair skin. Her soft curls falling down her shoulders and back and her long earrings brushing past the sides of her smooth neck as she moves around gracefully....

I turned to her and she was eating heartily. I could just watch her all day.

My head snapped at the direction of the flirty whistle making me want to snap his neck.

"Who's this sexy desi girl in our kitchen?"

It's my kitchen and she's your Bhabhi!
I glared at Asad.

"Ah huh! Always a pleasure seeing you." Inarah said sardonically. She then tilted her face looking past Asad with the fork still in her hand as she was sucking the tips with.... those lips. It was taking a lot of efforts to resist licking those shiny rosy lips.

"Who's that young man sulking behind you?" She asked amused.

Asad looked behind and pulled Raghav forward throwing his arm around his neck while that kid looked like he was about to cry. I watched them with my arms folded to my chest as I leaned to the kitchen cabinet.

"This guy is crying over you two getting married. Our baby boy's heart broken." Asad said teasing him
I rolled my eyes.

"Aww, don't pout like that Raghav. You'll find someone way better than me soon enough." She said like explaining to a child.

"That would be difficult. Anyways, that was quite a trick you pull huh baby girl." Asad smirked.
"To marry your man."

"Don't make me stab this fork into your eyes Asad." She warned fisting the fork like a dagger.

"Ouch! That's quite the feisty update you've got there beautiful." He winked at her. I'm really going to pluck his eyes out someday.

"Raghav....look at me." She said gently and when he did, he just froze gapping at her shamelessly.

"My goddess you look soo breathtaking. Should I make a temple for you and worship you all my life?" He said dreamily joining his hands.
Inarah burstout laughing. Ah! That musical voice

"You're just soo cute Raghav." She ruffled his hair.

"Do not say you'd never wash your hair or else I'll kill you. It already stinks!" Asad warned him pulling him down with his arm gripping around his neck and ruffled his hair again.

"Hey, stop it Asad Bhai." He whined.

And as expected, everyone who saw her today was enthralled by her beauty. I need to set new rules in this building now. Very first would be not entering the penthouse without my permission.

Inarah went in to freshn'up while I went and caught Asad's and Raghav's napes.
"Stop acting like assholes. There's a woman in the house now. From now on learn to behave before I snap your necks."

"O...ok bhai. Sorry Bhai!" Raghav stammered.

"Whatever dude!" Asad pushed my hand as I glared at him. This guy!!!

"We're just here to report that we got rid of Rahil.... I mean, Imraan's body...parts as you asked. Still there's no sign of Dilshad. The men are still on the lookout. Also, tonight you have a meeting with that Russian Mafia." Asad changed his tone then and said,
"Or, I could go by myself giving you and your new wife some intimate time." He nudged mockingly.

I sighed.
"No thanks. That man won't like it if I don't meet him face to face. I'll go. You and the others accompany me. Raghav you go on patrol with Uddhav and a few men and tighten the security around the building too, especially the penthouse. I want Inarah safe while I'm not around."

"Roger that!" They both said and Raghav left.

I went back to my coffee and Asad took a unwelcoming seat on the dining platform. I ignored him. Truth be told, I wanted a reason to be away from Inarah, especially during the night.

"Ahha...now that you're married you'll ignore your buddy huh?
BTW, has she become more feisty after marrying you? What did u do to her in one night that changed her soo much." He said taking a bite of an apple wriggling his eyebrows at me.

"Nothing happened between us."

"And u aren't even ashamed of yourself?!"

I glared at him

"Oh save it!" He murmured rolling his eyes.
"So, where are you going on your honeymoon?" He wriggled his eyebrows at me.....again.

"None of your concern." I said sipping my coffee.

Inarah's POV,
My phone was switched off and when I turned it on, I winced to find 147 missed calls and 78 messages, from Mom, Dad, Heenu, even baby bro. Wow! They must be really worried.
I didn't dare to call Mom so I called Heenu first.

"INU....INU ARE YOU ALRIGHT BABE?" Her voice blasted through the phone making me pull it away from my ear.

"Yes babe. I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?" I said like duh!

"Oh ThankGod!!!" She was crying.
Oh my sweetheart!

"I'm soo sorry.... it's all my fault..."

"Huh? How come?" I asked perplexed and she explained to me her planning with Asad.

"I never thought he'd force you to marry him and then....that animal!" She grunted

I shrugged.
"Well, actually.... it's the other way around." I said guiltily.

First she was confused but then her light bulb sparked as she's the only one who knows my brain even sometimes better than me.

"I....na....rah!" He said in a low.... threatening voice and I knew I was done for. She was going to skin me alive very soon.

"Uh...Babe?"

"You're dead....wait for me!" And she hung up making me gulp.

Next, I called Mom. Weird! She wasn't picking up.

"Inarah....my baby... Inarah..." I heard mom's voice coming from outside.

Is she here?!

I opened the bedroom door and I saw her and Dad right there frantically looking around along with 4 bulky looking bodyguards, almost 7 foot tall and heavily armoured. As she set her eyes on me, they glistened in tears and spreading her arms she ran to me engulfing me in them.

"Oh, my baby girl!" Dad hugged us both with a heavy sigh of relief.

"Mom Dad what's wrong?" I asked confused at thier anxiety.

Mom held me at arms length checking me while Dad repeatedly carased my hair, both thier eyes full of concern.
"Did he hurt you? Did he do anything? He didn't force himself on you, did he? Oh my poor baby?" She hugged me again after bombarding questions in me.

"No Mom. Ofcourse not. How can Zayaan hurt me?" I let out a small chuckle hugging her back and squeezing Dad's hand reassuringly.

"Good then. Come my Jaan. Let's go. I won't let you stay in this mad house even for a minute now." She said dragging me but I stood like a rock.

"Inarah?" Dad questioned me too as they both looked at me surprised.

"Mom...., Zayaan and I are married. He's my husband and I'm his wife. And shouldn't a wife stay with her husband?"

"What nonsense? What has gotten into you my baby? He forced you on gun point to marry him and then ki..." She sighed unable to form the word.
"Did something soo vile in front of everyone! He's not your husband but a mad man." She announced.

"But I love him Mom....you know that." I literally pleaded.

"Even after what he did? You know who and what he is, don't you?! That man doesn't even know who his father is? He's an illegitimate street rat who..."

"Mom please mind your words. The man you're talking about is your daughter's husband now!" I said raising my voice rather angrily.

"Husband?! You're delusional my precious." She cupped my face.
"You're not yourself right now. He has brain washed you. Come back home my baby. Everything will be alright." She said like I was a kid.

I gently pulled her hands away.
"This is my home now Mom." I smiled.

Her face changed to anger and she raised her hand as I closed my eyes waiting for the impact...but I didn't receive any. I opened my eyes only for them to get wide as I saw Zayaan holding mom's hand from behind.
I thought he went to office.

"You have no right to carelessly hit MY wife anymore." He said in a husky voice and the way he said My Wife....gave me butterflies.

Mom forced her hand back and my hands flew to my mouth followed by a sharp gasp as Mom hit him instead.
He said nothing, just looked at her after turning his face back from the impact.

"You bastard.... rotten orphan! You think you're good enough for my daughter?!" She exploded.

All the bodyguards around got on high alert and stepped forward pointing thier guns at my parents while thier bodyguards pointed thier guns on Zayaan's bodyguards forming a protective semicircle around them as I watched all this in horror.

Zayaan raised his hands up immediately and his bodyguards lowered thier guns reluctantly as Mom and Dad's didn't, glaring at them. Guess it hurt thier pride to lower thier guns first.

"Please stop this!" I implored and Mom and Dad's bodyguards lowered thier guns too. I sighed relived holding my chest.

"This is the place you want to live?" Mom asked aghast.

"I want to live in a place where my husband stays with me." I said straight.

"Oh God this girl! That was all a drama wasn't it? It was all your plan to marry this guy!" She glared at me.

I said nothing just looked down at my hands.

"Answer me Inarah!"

Zayaan took my hand and pulled me behind him.
"It doesn't matter. She's my wife and we had a Halal Nikah. I'll protect her now...like always and more. Don't worry Aunty, she'll be in no danger here." He said looking straight into thier eyes and my heart soar at his words.

"Calm down Nagma. What's done is done. We cannot change it. They're married now. Zayaan is a fine young man, he has always protected our daughter and he will always do the same." Dad said calmly holding Mom.
"Right Zayaan?"

I saw his jaw clenched as he nodded.

Mom sighed heavily sinking her head in her hands. I went forward and hugged her.
"My baby didn't even get a proper Bidaai." She whispered in tears.

I kissed her cheek.
"I'll always be your daughter Mom. I don't need any Bidaai."

She cupped my face kissing my forehead as my own eyes filled with tears.
"You stubborn little girl! When did you grow up soo fast?!"

"You always say that.... right in front of you Mom." I said wiping her tears.
I hugged Dad too and after a while, they left.

*****
Zayaan still left for office and I didn't find it appropriate to stop him. There must be an uproar among the shareholders. It was strange though. There was no mention of yesterday in any news. Did Zayaan take care of it? Or Maybe Mom and Dad.

There was only one way to find out....

*****
"Hi everyone!" I said cheerfully and all the men on the floor looked at me surprised and flustered.
I was at the intelligence department of the building. They take care of all the hacking and information extraction required. It's good and bad at the same time...no judging.

It was similar to an office floor but the computers were, different and hitech and the guys were in baggy pants and tshirts. Very unprofessional tsk tsk!

Everyone gapped at me like I was a rare gem. Ofcourse, I looked glamourous in my saree. Can't blame the innocent homosapiens.

"I need to see Ridhwan please." I gave him my best smile and he, like in a daze, pointed towards a cabin.

"Thankyou!" I said and walked in.

My eyes widened and nose scrunched to see the inside. Bottles and cans thrown carelessly around, empty fast food boxed and wrappers, dirty clothes all around and it smelled like a dead rat. Ugh! Definitely a guy's room/cabin.

There was other guy who was with Ridhwan and immediately ejected of his seat seeing me and they scrambled around picking up the dirty clothes and trying to tidy the room.

Too late! I already saw the unspeakable...

I looked at the huge computer screens. There were 5-7 of them. Wow! There were various unreadable codes, etc and one screen made me gasp. It was the footage of....our kiss from yesterday. Heat roze in my cheeks....oh God!

Ridhwan leaped to his wireless keyboard and turned that screen off.

"Sorry" they both muttered.

"What's... going on?" I asked rather flustered. They were watching us kiss?!

"We're deleting every news, pictures, videos and articles about yesterday from every possible servers." Ridhwan answered nonchalantly getting back to his computer pushing up his glasses and typing inhumanly fast shifting his eyes thorough 4 screens.

"Wow!" Was all I could say.

"Did Zayaan ask you to do that?"

No answer.

"How do you do all this?"

Again...no answer. The other guy tried to speak but Ridhwan gave him a 'shutup' look.

"U don't talk much do u?" I asked

"I only report to Asad bhai and Zayaan bhai." He answered like a robot. Oh well, Then I wouldn't be surprised to find out he was one. He wouldn't even look at me while all the other men were literally drooling at my sight.

"Ok, but now I'm Zayaan's wife. Maybe you could report something to me too." I asked sweetly

"Sorry!" She said sternly still typing and I huffed.
How rude!

"You were the one who found out about Rahil right?" I asked

He nodded.

"I want to know everything in detail...also, what did Zayaan do with him?"

To this he paused his work and looked at me with a poker face....his eyes darkening....