Zayaan's POV,
"Zayaan." She whispered my name making me close my eyes.

But I couldn't give in.....

"Ouch." She yelped as I smacked the side of her head getting back.
"What was that for?!" She grumbled rubbing her head soo cutely that I had to bite the inside of my cheeks to stop my smile.

"Get out of here and go play with your friends outside. I'm busy!" I scolded sternly, getting back on my seat.

"It hurts...meany! And I'm not a kid!" She kicked me.

I glared at her. "I didn't hit that hard."

"But it still hurts..." She pointed to her heart. "Right here!"

I raised an eyebrow at her overacting.
"Get off the table while I ask nicely." I warned in a calm tone.

"Or else?" She questioned naughtily.

I took a pair of scissors from my drawer.
"I'll cut your newly colored hair," I grunted.

She gasped jumping down the table and holding her long hair protectively.
"You wouldn't." she whispered.

"Wanna try?" I challenged her.

"I am off the table ok!" She yelled pouting.

I wanna bite that pout

"And why are your clothes soo short?" I asked angrily.

"Sexy right?" She beamed lifting her legs, showing off.

"No!" I grunted.

"Ok Mr angry young man! I won't wear them again. Are you my brother or something?! Any guy would swoon over them. My legs are soo sexy." She huffed.

"Yes I am!"

She gasped loudly.
"Astagfirullah! Don't say such things. You're not supposed to be my brother... you're going to be my future husband..." She giggled.

I face palmed.
"Get out Inarah... you're irritating me."

"Ok ok...but first... Zayaan..." She was acting cute now...she wants something.

"What is it this time..." I sighed with a bored expression.

"I want some money hehe..."

"Didn't you get your pocket money last week?"

She nodded.
"But...you know... I spent it...all...hahaha... it's such funny story...if I tell you you'd laugh...hahaha..." she babbled nervously faking a laugh.

I turned my chair towards her crossing my arms to my chest.
"Try me..." I warned her. She gulped in response.

***
Inarah's POV,
"Babe, where are you?" I heard Heena  as she entered my room. Only she was allowed in my room without knocking.

"Right here." I raised my hand from my bean bag engrossed in my novel.

"What u doin? We were gonna go shopping. Did you forget?" She scolded with her hands on her hips.

"Hmm. Sorry... I'm broke."

"Seriously? The richest girl in Asia is broke? You kidding me?!"

"Hmm."

"Tsk answer me properly Inu baby!"

"Shh... I'm getting some piece of mind by reading this classical literature." I hushed not looking at her.

She burst out laughing.
"Classical literature? And you? Show me what you're reading..."

She abruptly grabbed my ipad from my hands leaving me panicking...
She glared at me and I gave her a full toothed guilty smile.

"Seriously! Fifty shades? This is your classic literature?!" She grunted ready to bite my head off.

"Well... It's quite popular... there's a movie on it...and...girls like us love it...it...uh... increases your knowledge about...uh..."

"Oh save it! I know why you keep reading this awful book. To fantasize about Him!" She raised an eyebrow at me.

"Pfft! No... ofcourse not." I tried to lie in front of Heena Khan. Huh! Stupid mistake!

She twisted my innocent ear.
"Ow...ow...babe that hurts!" I whined

"Are you crazy Inarah?! For the past decade I'm literally imploring... begging you to forget about that man. He's no good! He's an animal! You know his reputation right?! Just because he's the CEO of your company doesn't mean all the rumours about him are fake..." She went on as I cupped my face between my hands listening to her carking lecture.

"....he does every bad thing and crime there is. Drugs, arms dealing, smuggling, gambling...oh God! even murder and sex. You think you love him? But he would never love you back because that gangster doesn't have a heart. Just because he's good looking doesn't mean he's a good person?! If you go to him he'll just play with your body for a few days like all those other prostitutes he brings home. Oh God! I don't even wanna imagine something like that for my best friend. They say once the prostitutes enter into his bedroom...they are never seen again. What if he murders them or something and digs a whole in his backyard to bury them...huh! Oh God!" She shivered.

I rolled my eyes.
"Are you done babe?!"

Heena hates Zayaan from the core of her very heart and soul. I don't know why. How can someone even hate my Zayaan? Maybe because no one knows him like I do.

She smacked my head.
"Ow!"

Why does everyone likes to smack my smart and pretty head?! What if my brain cells died.

She sighed loudly growling.
"Forget it. You're a lost cause, lover girl. Just tell me why you are broke today."

"Well, actually..."

***
"What?! You gave all of your money to those people?!" She yelled in shock.

"What could I do? They were so poor and needy...soo helpless. The woman looked like she hadn't eaten for days and her kids were looking for food though the dirty bins. And I saw a teenage boy, maybe younger than Emmad, he had no right leg, sitting on the foothpath and begging." My eyes teared up at that memory.

"They... didn't even had slippers in their feet and were walking on the hot cobalt street in the blazing afternoon heat, Heena. My heart broke seeing them. Look at us. We eat expensive food everyday, literally live on a palace in air-conditioned rooms. Wear clothes which are soo overly expensive. And those people...a mother couldn't afford a two times meal for her kids let alone eat something herself. And millions of kids sleep hungry every night while we waste the food which could've satiated their burning bellys. We live in luxury while they cannot even afford the basic necessities of food, clothing and shelter."

The Qureshi group was the top most richest company in all of Asia. After Papa's death when Dad took over the company...he made it reach to new heights and now making us the richest family even beating the Ambani's. Our company had the largest members of Shareholders from every Elite family. We had specialization right from textile, to food processing, to technology, automobile, departmental store, fashion, etc.

She sighed wiping my tears and took my hands in hers.
"I know babe, it's really sad, but you can't give away all your money to them like that just because you felt bad for them. You gave them your entire month's pocket money didn't you?"

I nodded innocently.
"And they were soo happy! And it was just 90 thousand that was left this month."

"Of course they were, but babe, poor people don't know how to manage money and 90 thousand is not a small amount. Some people, beggars especially, they have a racket, with a boss. It's like a money collection job for them. They beg around and take all that money to their bosses. You have seen that movie Slumdog millionaire, haven't you?" she explained gently.

"But they didn't seem like that kind of people." I implored.

"Even if they did, your innocent eyes won't even be able to recognise them as they would be blinded by tears. Inu, don't feel guilty just because you were born rich, it was your destiny. And it's not like the Qureshi group doesn't do charity? They do...a lot. So you don't have to go around throwing away all your money. That's the only reason why your parents have sealed your credit cards, because, you always keep on doing the same thing babe. It's good to have an innocent heart, but in today's world, innocence is a sin. People will take advantage of it...ok."

I nodded.
"Ok. I get it." I mumbled sulking.

"Aww." She hugged me rubbing my back.
"What's say? Should we watch Fifty shades of grey all 3 parts tonight?" She whispered.

I looked up at her mirroring her naughty expression. Sharing a high-five giggling.
"That's my girl!"

Zayaan's POV,
We are at the secret base of the so called 'Begger Mafia.' Those low lives, earn money by capturing innocent orphans and crippling them. The so called psychopath doctors mercilessly ampitute thier arms and legs ruining their bodies and lives and throwing them on the streets to beg.

My hands had been aching to grab their throats and throw them in the depths of hell for years now, but they are always linked to a bigger organization. Messing with them was like messing with the entire underworld.

Zayaan Hashmi isn't the one to back out though. The underworld shakes in terror at mine and my men's presence. We had that much power, we made our place in this world ...at the cost of our humanity. It was a heavy price to pay...yet...here we are. I started from the same slums where I was standing right now. I saw the little boys running around in the dirty allys. I was like them once until... I found my Messiah.

Flashback
I was running as fast as my bare feet could take me. I knew the allyes very well. In the 12 years of my life, I had memorised them creating a map in my head. But I was tired now... I was panting, losing strength as I gripped on the wallet that I stole, in my hands. My heart was ready to burst out of my chest, my body burning up. The sun was blazing over my head. The chase was never ending...those bastards kept coming behind me. Although, I was the bigger bastard to had stolen something that didn't belonged to me in the first place.
What could I do? I was desperate. We hadn't even eaten anything since 2 days.

I took a pause bending down, holding my knees panting like a dog. That's right, I was lower than a dog. My sweat fell in beads on the dirty smelly ground. My feet were blistered hurting like hell. My friends were waiting for me... I had to go to them, but I had no strength. I prayed to some non existing God for the first time.

Was this really the end for me? If it was... atleast before that, I wanted this money to reach my friends. I whistled at them, but of course, they were too far away to get my signal.

That's it... it was over. The world was spinning around me and I was about to sink on the hot ground when...a pair of strong arms grabbed me.

"Hey kid...are you ok! Don't worry, I've got you!" The gentle voice echoed distantly before darkness engulfed me...
∆∆∆

My men opened the shutter to find dozens of children collected in that small warehouse like cattles and given food to eat that even dogs wouldn't touch.

"Z... Zayaan Bhai?!" The men flinched at my sight.

My jaw clenched as my blood boiled in my veins at the site. Thanks to Inarah, I was here. These kids wouldn't had to suffer anymore...but for the bastards that made them this way...

It was time for us to raise hell on them!

***

Inarah's POV,
I thought Heenu would join us for dinner as we had planned our girls night today, but she didn't. I called her but her cell was out of reach.

Finally, after dinner she texted me.

"Sorry babe. On my way to Granny's. Can't make it 2night for the slumber party."

I sighed. I really wanted her tonight. I was getting nightmares again. I couldn't sleep alone and If I told Mom, she'd be worried and traumatized too. Nah! Bad idea.

Then I only had one person I could think of. The only person who could really drove away my nightmares.

I took my phone to call my guardian angel.

"Hello" he picked up in the first ring.

"Hey Zayaan, I need you tonight." I urged innocently. He was silent for a moment.

"Why don't you call Heena?" He asked monotonously.

"She's visiting her granny. Please Zayaan. My nightmares are back." I implored.

I heard him sigh and I could imagine him moving his fingers through his hair in that sexy way I like. I bit my lip anticipating his response.

"Fine.... I'll be there. Call me when the lights go off." He informed.

'Yes!' I silently fisted my hand mouthing a scream.

"Ok." I tried to be calm.

He disconnected the call and I coved my face with my pillow rolling on the bed excitedly.

Zayaan was coming tonight to sleep with me. Eeeeeeeep!

I better look pretty.......