"Ugh!" I grunted as I threw another punch at the huge punching bag in front of me. Sweat dripping through my hair, covering my entire body, my body burning.

"Come on tiger put your back into it!" Saheb said holding the punching bag from the other end in place.

My heart was pounding and I was exhausted.
"Bas Saheb! Thak gaya apun!" (Enough sir. I'm tired!) I said sinking back on the floor spreading my arms and legs panting.

"Tired soo soon? This won't do young man." He said walking in front of me.

"This is very exhausting. I'm not doing it!" I grunted.

He scrunched down in front of me and made me sit up by grabbing my shoulders as I groaned in protest.
He then patted my back and straightened my shoulders.
"Zayaan beta, if you want to survive in this cruel world you need to be strong mentally and physically for the sake of protecting the ones you love." He ruffled my hair.

I rested my forearms on my knees.
"I don't have anyone to protect....or to love." I said.

"And what about the people who love you?"

I snorted.
"There's no one like that Saheb. My own parents left me in the dump to die alone." I said swallowing the lump in my throat.

"Parents aren't the only one's who's love you need. There are many other people who love you. Do you even know how important you are to them? How they depend on you? You're friends, me, Nagma.... Inarah! We all love you. Especially Inarah, she's soo fond of you. Don't you love her too?"

"Of course I do!" I said a bit fervently and immediately bit my tongue in my mouth flustered as he raised an eyebrow at me amused.

"I... I mean.... I care about everyone..."

"But you love Inarah more." He said abruptly.

"Yes..." I said idiotically but then instantly corrected myself..
"No!"

"No? So you don't love my precious daughter?" He sounded hurt.

"I do!" I implored then again regretted. Ugh! This man is playing with my head again. I covered my face embarrassed as he laughed at me.

"It's alright! You're too young to understand such feelings." He threw his arm around my neck pulling me closer like I was his buddy or something.
"Zayaan, there will come a time when you'll have to protect my Nagma and my little Princess.... you'll become thier Knight. A strong brave warrior." He squeezed my shoulder looking at me with his honey coloured eyes with such hope and pride...with a slight hint of sadness. I didn't understand anything back then but I still nodded in agreement.

*****
Zayaan's POV,
"Deal or no deal darling hubby?"

I clenched my jaw trying to compose myself. This girl is crazy, but whenever she has a firm resolve.... she'd go to any extent to fulfill it. And God! She's just soo hot right not!

"Why would I make such a stupid deal?" I said pulling her away from me with a straight face

She smirked.
"Mr Hashmi I'm a business woman too and I don't just casually do anything if there's nothing in it for me in return."

Her intense gaze and seductive tone was rendering me powerless. Her offer was just soo alluring.

I averted my eyes not being able to look at her.
"Deal...but, except for the last part."

She frowned.
"I'm not negotiating any further. If all my demands are not fulfilled then you might at well forget about the training." She folded her arms.

I sighed running my fingers through my hair. This girl!
How can just her words make me soo restless! I want this.... I most definitely do! However...

"Tic tok dear hubby."

I sighed giving up. My own desires hampering my reasoning.
"Fine...deal!"

She grinned shaking my hand like that of a business partner.
"Very well then." She turned to leave quite satisfied with herself but then turned half to me again.
"Oh and 1 more thing... whatever happens from now on...is on you my love." She winked.

Her voice had a sexy warning laced to it. What does she mean by that? What is she plotting?
"Since when did you become soo shameless?"

"Since I became your wife." She said biting her lip. Fuck! Soo sexy!

She giggled and walked out swaying her hips. I let out my breath.
Damn! This girl will be the death of me someday! How am I supposed to control myself from now on?! A passionate kiss everytime?! Fucking hell! Will I even be able to hold back everytime?

"when everything's done with and I'm completely trained...you'll make me yours."

I just digged my own grave didn't I?

Inarah's POV,
Alright! So from today my training starts huh. I was the least bit interested in this but thinking about my reward has got me all fired up now.

Bring it on!

I reached the door handle getting ready in my grey Calvin Klein workout clothes but the door opened just in time and Zayaan walked in bringing along a smile on my face.
"I'm ready baby. Let's go...what are we starting with?"

He facepalmed closing the door behind him.
"I knew it!"

"Knew what?" I asked innocently.

He pointed his finger on me gesturing my clothes. I looked down at myself confused.

"Change!" He ordered.

"Why? They're my comfy clothes." I pouted.

He sighed closing his eyes as if trying to control his temper.
"Just do as I say please. There's no way you're going outside in a house full of young men like that!" His voice was gentle with warning.

I groaned and began taking off my hoodie aiming it at the bed.
"Fine! Change my clothes yourself then." I smirked raising both my hands up and didn't failed to notice the surprise on his face....and the way his Adams apple moved as he gulped.
So I do have a effect on him huh?

I took a step closer.
"Go on hubby." I whispered.

He smirked placing his hand over the exposed part of my waist locking his eyes with mine. My breath hitched as he moved his fingertips on the border of my sports bra below my breast then holding the fabric between his fingers, beginning to lift it up unbearably slow.
"Don't regret later." He whispered making my heart jump.
The other hand he moved it flat over the curve of my back gripping the waistline of my pants wincing a little. He still has difficulty moving his left shoulder.
I was getting breathless now.... excited and scared at the same time.

Will he really strip me? Am I really ready?

"Shall I began?" He whispered seductively in my ear making me shiver.

I hastily took a stride back from him looking on the floor, hugging myself protectively.
No.... this is too sudden.

"I.... I'll change. W...wait for me out... outside." I shuddered.

"5 minutes!" He snapped and I nodded just looking down.
He slammed the door shut behind him and I let out a huge breath of relief touching my heart which was racing erratically.

Oh God! That was close!!!

****

I finally walked out in a full body covering black top and leggings, accompanied with black shoes. He was waiting in the hall with a poker face.
"Happy now?" I said with a bored expression.

He said nothing and just gestured me to follow him like I was one of his minions. Tsk!

I followed him through a pair of underground stairs and I gasped to see a boxing gym there.
"Whoa!"

"This Villa is actually used for training purpose by our men. Here's where you'll go though your physical defence training. Using your body to defend yourself. Then we can start with teaching you to use a Knife for defence....and offence..."

Offence? Why would I hurt anyone on purpose?

"....next, you'll learn how to use a gun."

I gasped.
"A...a gun?"

He nodded.
"It's time you overcome your fears. If you're ever caught up in a gang war no one's going to wait to corner you alone and face you head on. Everyone carries around atleast one gun with them at all times and they can take you out in one shot."

His words made me shuddered. That's how Papa died too right? Will I have the same fate?

"Hey..." He carassed my face making me look at him
"There's no way I'd ever let that happen though. I'll be your shield and always protect you." He said softly.

An uneasiness creeped in my heart and I moved my hand over his chest as the bandage was peeping out.
"Just like that night? No thanks." I looked up at him and smiled
"Before that, I'd become strong myself, maybe even to protect us both."

He smiled.
"Sure sure..." He said mockingly.

"Hey I'm serious you jerk!" I pouted and he chuckled.

"BTW, I do need a headstart." I said lifting my chin and patting my lips with my fingers rocking by body cutely in front of him.

He raised his eyebrows at me.
"You need a headstart?"

I smiled nodding excitedly.

He smiled back holding my chin between his index finger and thumb.
"Then why don't we have a headstart.... with 50 pushups first."

"What the...."

****
Zayaan's POV,
She's good with pushups. Of course, she had a female personal trainer back at the mansion. That's why her body is so.... perfect. With those perfect curves. Damn!
Good thing she had a private gym at home. I can't even imagine any other men watching her like that. She's wearing such decent clothes still her body is soo fucking alluring, I'd had lost it if she did this in her previous clothes, and if by chance anyone else saw it....no way!

"49....50! Good!" I said as she sank down exhausted.... panting.

"Ugh! I hate you." She groaned trying to catch her breath.

I bit my lip to stop my smile.
"Alright, let's start the real thing. Let's go." I said making my way to the punching bag.

"All my men have expertise in different areas. Uddhav and Wafeeq with knives, the twins with martial arts, Asad and Rajiv with distance shooting and using all kinds of guns, Raghav with close combats and the list goes on." I informed.

"So what are you good at apart from making my heart flutter?" She asked innocently.

I tried my best not to smile but....
"Almost everything, especially close combats."

"Okay....so" she frolicked towards me excitedly.
"So as we're starting with close combat, I'm supposing my trainer would be...."

"Me..." I said.

"Yes!" She pumped a fist happily.

"....and Raghav."

"Are you kidding me?!" She snapped at me, her expression changing to annoyance.

I couldn't help but smile again at her cuteness.
I pointed at my wounded shoulder.
"Do you want me to train you in this condition? Besides, I'm still a CEO, I have a lot of work to do."

"Yeah yeah I know!" She said making a face and rolling her eyes at me.

"Hi bhabhi!"

"Here comes the kabab mei haddi!" Inarah muttered. I shook my head gesturing Raghav to come in.

He looked at Inarah dreamily.
"You look beautiful..."

I smacked his head bringing him back from his trance.
"Bhabhi hai teri!"(she's your sister in law) I warned.

"Ow!" He rubbed his head. "Sorry bhai!"

"So are you ready Bhabhi?" He said excitedly.

Inarah just shrugged not before giving me a glare. I took a step back as Raghav began.

Inarah's POV,
"Ok now let's see how you form a fist." Raghav said.

I closed my fingers a bit unsure.

"Good. Actually the reason I asked you is that I wanted to check the position of your thumbs. That's good, you did it right. The thumb should always be pointed outside your fingers, not inside. Or else you might end up breaking it during a strong blow. Ok?" He said like a tutor.

I nodded. "Yes sir!"

He blushed a little but noticing Zayaan he shook his head getting serious again. Aww he's adorable!

"Now, watch me and try to do exactly the same." He said and took a fighting stance with his right leg infront of left. His one fist in front of his face and other at front.

I observed trying the same. Suddenly, a gasp escaped my lips as I felt Zayaan's arms around me. He grabbed both my wrist positioning them properly.
"Always defend your face. It's the most important part. Especially for you and keep your chin down...that way no one can attack your throat." He said holding my chin and the back of my head gently pulling it down till my chin touched my chest. He then moved his hand over my back straightening it all the while making me breathless.

"That's exactly how it's done." Raghav said but I was unable to comprehend his words as I was too distracted by my husband's touch.

"Uh... excuse me bhabi. It's an important call." Raghav said pulling out his buzzing phone and leaving. I don't know what got into me and I just turned around and grabbing Zayaan's face between my hands slammed my lips onto his getting on my toes.

He wasn't kissing me back of course but I couldn't stop myself either. I gently bit his lower lip before finally letting go. Maybe I imagined it but I heard an almost inaudible moan from him. I then dropped my eyes on my shoes to afraid to face him.

Shit! I shouldn't had!

"S...sorry. I..uh... I just couldn't resist. It won't happen again." I said guiltily slapping myself mentally as I caught my anxious breath.

He didn't say a word as minutes passed by. Maybe he's too mad at me. Oh no!
I dared to look at him from under my lashes and he seamed.... absent-minded, like he was lost somewhere.

"Z... Zayaan?" I whispered.

He snapped his head at me....not angrily though but I still flinched. He then sighed.
"Keep practicing with Raghav. I remembered something so I'm leaving." He said with a still face as if nothing happened.

Is he really that mad?

Before I could stop him, he had already left leaving me back like a statue.

"What's wrong bhabhi? Where did Bhai go?" Raghav asked snapping me back to reality.

"Oh...um...he remembered something. Let's continue?" I managed a fake smile.

"Sure..." He said
"Now, while throwing a punch move your torso along with your fist using your full strength...."

And the training went on for atleast 3 more hours.
****

Zayaan's POV,
I unconsciously licked my lips still tasting my Inarah on them. The way she kissed me, breathlessly...the way she hungrily but my lip. God! I'm going to go insane.

I want her! I do! Since a long time...but I've resisted my urges everytime and now, it's getting more and more difficult to control now that we're married and she's with me almost all the time, as my wife. Only God knows how I controlled myself just now.

It's hard to resist those eyes, seducing me to drink in the honey nectar, her soft hair, her milky delicious skin, wanting to taste every bit of it's sweetness. Her juicy plum lips, the curve of her breasts, her slim waist her thick thighs.... I want it all. My lustful desires keep growing day by day and I'm afraid that.... someday, I really won't be able to resist. Especially, when she's always trying to seduce me like that!

The way she calls me love, when she says she loves me, her beautiful dimple smile just for me...my heart, my soul, my mind, I've already lost all that to her. It jumps with joy just thinking about her, even more when it hears her melodious voice, and....even more at just the sight of her.
My Inarah...my Jaan!

Forgive me!

****
Inarah's POV,

As I entered the room completely worn out, Zayaan was working on his laptop sipping his coffee. Thankfully, there are not much rooms in this villa to accommodate everyone with private rooms so Zayaan and I are sharing the same room. I was soo over the moon knowing that.
Still, whenever I see him, he's either working on his laptop or iPad or on calls. Ugh! Such a workaholic. Oh well, Qureshi group isn't such a big deal without hardwork and commitment.

He didn't even looked at me when I walked in and my entire body hurt, I'm hella sweaty. Raghav might be just 18 but he's no less than a strict demon teacher. Uff!

For the moment I ignored Zayaan and went to the washroom. I soo need to soak in a warm tub.

****
I sank on the bed beside him. Ah! That feels nice. I opened my eyes only to find Zayaan still working and I remembered the kiss heating my cheeks. I turned away from him embarrassed. It's like there was no effect on him at all.

"Hey Zayaan.." I said not looking at him.

"Hmm." Then there was silence, only the faint sound of the AirCon and him typing on the keyboard was heard. I gulped the lump formed in my throat as I managed to form the words... gripping on the pillow.

"How many women...have you slept with till now?"

The typing sounds stopped abruptly.

"Why do you ask?"

"J...just curious." My voice broke.

He said nothing, just slammed shut the laptop and stormed out of the room.

I bit my lip in the vain attempt to stop my helpless sobs....

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