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Zayaan's POV,
I'll be leaving for London for a few days. Oxford has invited thier successful alumni to address thier current students."
I informed as Inarah was quite busy in practice, or should I say doing a pretty good job of ignoring me.

It's been a week since that time.

How many women have you slept with till now?

How should I answer that? Can I even be able to answer that?

"Won't you ask me when I'm leaving?"

No response.

"Inarah...."

"Don't bother coming anytime sooner." She said coldly throwing a strong high kick on the punching bag sending it flying almost hitting Raghav's face.

I leaned my head and shoulder back impassively as she swung her foot from near my face while landing it on the floor. Wow! She really is pissed.

She then walked past me ignoring me and went to get her towel and water. Raghav gave me a strained guilty look.

"My flight is in two hours. I'll be leaving then." She didn't bother to even look at me. Tsk! Fine then! To hell with this! She can be grumpy all she wants while I'm gone.

"What? So no goodbye kisses you guys?" Raghav said grinning. We both shot him a murderous look at he raised his hand in surrender.

"Sorry... I was just trying to lighten the mood." He shrugged.... more afraid of Inarah than me.
May God help that kid while I'm gone.

I gave Inarah one last look sighing inwardly and turned to leave. We'll be apart for quite some time now after spending an entire month together. I really yearned for atleast a hug from her.

Inarah's POV,
I'd been busied myself with practice and training the whole time. It's been 2 days since he left and.... I already miss him.

I promised myself that I won't call him at all and even if he calls, I won't answer but that promise is turning out to be quite difficult for me. Although, since the last 2 days he had only called me like 3 times.
That narcissist!

So to distract myself I planned taking a break and spending the whole day with my Heenu.

"What?! Really? He called you just thrice knowing that you're mad at him. Huh! What kinda husband is he?!" Heenu grumbled as we were jogging in the park.

"Husband? That's just for name sake." I said slowing down unconsciously feeling the dread of tears as my eyes and nose pricked. I bit my lip finally stopping in my tracks looking up at the sky trying to dry my moist eyes.

Heena walked back towards me and kept a hand on my shoulder. I smiled shaking my head acting to be ok.
"I'll get some juice for us babe." I said pointing towards the juice cart at a distance.

Heenu grabbed my elbow.
"Babe, will you really leave me alone with this guy?!" She made a face pointing towards Asad who was jogging behind us the whole time silently. Basically, he's supposedly our bodyguard but he was more busy checking out Heenu then guarding us. Ah! Men will be men!

"Relax babe, if he tries anything. Kick his....you know what." I winked and ran off not before giving Asad a warning look.

Heena's POV,
I watched Inu run towards the cart. She pretends to be alright but I know she's far from it. I feel soo bad for her. What is the problem with that asshole Zayaan? If a girl like Inarah loves a man such wholeheartedly, that man is already on the seventh heaven. That jerk doesn't even realise how lucky he is. My poor babe, suffering because of that Narcissist all these years.

And then there's this guy....

I turned to look at Asad with a bored expression who was looking at me showing his teeth. Bloody manipulative traitor! Just because he has a good face and body. Ugh! I hate guys like him the most.

"So... it's just you and me huh doll?" She said with a smug face. I raised my middle finger at him.

"Ouch!" He winced dramatically with a hand over his chest. Tsk! Scum.

"You really hate me huh?"

"Oh my! How did you possibly figure that out? You must be soo smart!" I mocked

He chuckled annoying me even more. I ignored him and starting walking ahead, away from him. After a while, he suddenly took hold of my arm and swung me around to face him, pulling me to his body as a cyclist speeded dangerously close by us.
It all happened so fast that it took me a while to comprehend the situation. My heart pounding as I gaped into his chocolate orbs.

"That was close." He said as his breath fanned over my face.

God knows how long we stayed like that...until, my eyes widened as I realised that pervert's hand was on my ass.

"You perverted freak!" I grunted and pushing him off kicked him hard in his shin as he fell down on his back holding his leg, cursing and groaning in pain.

"The fucking hell were you doing?!" I yelled as my breath raged.

"Ugh...oww... I was trying to save you."

"By touching me like that you asshole?!"

"It was...an accident....oww!"

"Yeah right!" I huffed folding my arms.

"Whoa! What happened?" I turned towards Inarah who came rushing towards us with the covered juice cups in her hands.

"Like you predicted. Bloody pervert!" I spat.

He finally found his composure and got up limping a little.

"Asad?!" Inarah scolded.

"Oh comeon! Not you too. Nothing like that happened!" And he was explaining the situation.

We later went for breakfast and then at my place all the while having him as a tail behind us. He did left after dropping Inarah and a pair of twin female guards stayed guarding the place from outside, much to her dismay. Wow! Inarah has quite an interesting life now. Gangsters, bodyguards, Zayaan even talking a bullet for her. I kinda envy her. However, I really hope things turn out just fine for her....and her love.

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Uddhav's POV,
Now that Zayaan bhai is away patrolling is more strict than ever. Well it's just 4 days so it shouldn't be a problem. Keeping bhabhi safe is our greatest priority. We don't want the same mess like before. Damn! If we could just get our hands on that old fucker Dilshad!

I stopped my jeep in front of a small shop.
"I need a smoke." I told the men jumping off. I saw a few police men patrolling and I waved at them.

"Kya Uddhav bhai!" They said waving back. The police here are well fed by us, that's how we carry out our activities without any issues. Infact, they wouldn't raise a finger if they here Zayaan Hashmi's name.

"Kya dhandha-pani theek chal rehla hai na!" (So, the business is going well huh?) I asked the shopkeeper patting his back.

He smiled joining his hands.
"Bhai....bas aap ho isliye ye garib kama raha hai." (Brother, thanks to you this poor man can earn)

A while ago some thugs tore down his small cart so our men took care of them and gave him a small space and some funds to start a small shop so he could feed him and his family. I felt a bit generous so I even decided to take care of his little daughter's education till her SSC atleast.

I lit the cigrette between my lips and my attention was caught by the ruckus by the footpath. Some low lives were trying to pick a prostitute who seemed to clearly deny thier advances. That's weird. It's peak time for thier business.
I don't know why it seemed to bother me, maybe because bhai alloted this area to me and it's my turf, so I went to check.

"Chal na chikni. Q bhav kha rehli hai. Apun dega na paise..."
(Come with us babe. Why so much attitude? I'll pay you well)

"Oye! Kya ho raha hai?! (What's going on)"

"Kon hai bey! (Who's this!)" The men turned to me and all thier mojo went down the sewer when they saw me.

"B..bh...bhai... Uddhav bhai!" They shuddered.

I noticed how harshly they were grabbing the girls wrist almost bruising it and she seemed scared and in pain.

"Hath chood ladki ka. Ye apun ka ilaka hai. Kisko puch k aaye ho bey saalo?!" (Leave the girl's hand. With whose permission did you enter my turf you punks) I smacked thier heads.

"S...s...sorry bhai. You can have the girl. We'll leave." They said and ran like thier tails were on fire.

The girl hissed in pain rubbing her wrist and cursing high level profanities under her breath... blinking back her tears.

I took a minute to check her out from head to toe and I could see why they couldn't let her go. She had a curvy voluptuous body with the right assets and her tight short pink dress showed them off perfectly. Her brown skin shining under the streetlights.

She glared at me and I raised an eyebrow at her. Ok, she was quite the beauty. Arched eyebrows, plump lips straight nose and brown fierce eyes. A smirk creeped on my lips.

"Saheb, I'm not doing business today. Let me pass!" She rather demanded sternly.

Ah! Her voice was interesting too.

"So that's how you thank someone who just saved you?"

She rolled her eyes. What the....

"Did you just rolled your eyes at me? Hey slut! Do you even know who I am?" I said heatedly.

"Yes I'm a slut. Go on...call me whatever you want. All you men want is a big lump of flesh and a pussy to fuck throwing around your money at us you starved beasts!"

I blinked at her insolence. Is she ignorant or just plain stupid?

"Do you even know I can gladly make a whole in your head with my gun for taking like that to me?!"

She bit her lip in rage as if she would explode any minute, just then I noticed a streak of blood trickling down her inner thigh and my eyes widened.

She gasped trying to cover her thighs and bursted out crying making me extremely uncomfortable for some reason. I looked around trying to escape this situation but something inside me wouldn't let me move.

I sighed scratching my head giving up and took off my shirt which I was wearing on my tank top and bending towards her wrapped it around her waist. She gasped at the closeness and stopped crying watching me wide eyed like a scared rabbit.

I stepped back and she was gwaking at my biceps. I smirked proudly putting my hands in my pockets....flexing my muscles.

"Where were you going?"

"I... I was going to get some stuff!" She said looking down embarrassed wiping her tears. Oh, so prostitutes can be shy too?

"What stuff?" I asked and she glared at me ready to burst out again.
Oh please no!

"How funny! You men can get out any time even in the middle of the night or even in an apocalypse to get daru(alcohol) but we women can't even step out safely to get a packet of pads!" She sniffed.

I sighed as I didn't understand why I felt soo guilty about this random girl. She was just soo innocent. I winced thinking about what I was about to do.

"Alright!" I said and wrapped arm around her waist as she flinched.

"Relax, I'm not a customer. Let's go, I'll guard you." I said and started walking towards the pharmacy.

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I stood at a side checking out random stuff as she shopped for her..... necessities.

As she went to the cash counter, the sales man began checking her out disgustingly. I walked beside her and banged my hand on the counter glaring at him as he shuddered scanning the things rapidly.

She took out money from her cleavage and made the payment as I waited keeping an eye outside.

"I'm done Saheb." She said meekly.

I turned to her.
"Hmm. Good. Let's go." I said and brought her out in the similar manner.

"Thankyou Saheb, for helping me. No one has ever shown such kindness towards someone like me." She said tucking her silky straight black hair behind her ear, gripping at the bag in the other hand with her eyes on the ground as we walked on the footpath.
"I'll wash this shirt and retu..."

"No need. We don't have to see eachother again." I said in a matter of factly way. However, saying that felt weird....like my heart felt hollow. Why?
When I looked at her, even her face sank.

"Oh...right!" She said in a low voice.

"Anyways, if you wanted to come on an errand, why did you wear such inviting clothes? This is your business time. Ofcourse men would chase you." I said lighting another cigrette.

She was quite for a minute.
"Because.... that's the only clothes I had. As products, Latifah banu doesn't give us much of a choice of our packaging." She said that as a joke but, her voice had a deep sadness in it.

"So you are from her brothel huh?" I said removing my cigarette and blowing a breath. "Next time bring a bodyguard or something. Don't come alone to be preyed like before." I said unconsciously ruffling her hair. It was soo soft.

We both paused as she looked at me with wide eyes and mouth slightly open. I don't know what got into me and I swooped my head down capturing her lips with mine. For a few seconds she was still but soon she was reciprocating.

I hastily got back surprised with my actions as I gaped at her like she was an alien as she mirrored my expression. Maybe she was an alien, because there was no way I could do such a thing to a random girl soo abruptly.

"I...uh... I'm sorry." I said breathlessly as my heart was about to explode.

"Huh hm... it's ok..." She breathed looking down, her face turning red and her breasts rising and falling rapidly.
Fuck she's sexy!

"I... I should go now Saheb. If bano finds out I'm missing she'd kill me."

I frowned not wanting her to leave. What is wrong with me?!

"Hm." I said.

She looked up at me and my heart skipped again.

"Will you be ok on your own?" I asked.

She smiled nodding. Damn her smile! It's..... beautiful!

I could sense her reluctance as she turned to leave and every cell in my body begged me to stop her as I leaped forward and grabbed her hand. She turned to me looking straight into my eyes making me gulp and forget everything else. The touch of her soft skin making me shiver.

Shit! What do I say.... what do I do?

I suddenly took out a pocket knife and placed it in her palm without breaking eye contact.
"Use this to protect yourself."

"Ji Saheb." She blushed and slowly releasing her hand from my grip, walked away as I watched her entranced. She turned back and waved at me smiling widely before getting out of sight and I waved back at her grinning like a fool.

Oh shit! I didn't even get her name.

What do I do now.....

This coy vixen has bewitched me!
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Zayaan's POV,
"It was a pleasure having you here Mr Hashmi." Said the principal as I shook hands with him.

"The pleasure is all mine Sir. Thanks for inviting me here. It really brought back memories and I really hope the best for you and your students." I said. He used to be one of our professors back when I was a MBA student here. I really do respected him, then and even now.

As I exited the campus to get to my car talking us to the hotel room, Rajiv and I both halted....as we felt eyes on us or rather....

I darted my eyes up scanning through the buildings and stopped at 2 o'clock direction.

Snipers?

"Bhai, we have company." Rajiv said.

My phone rang showing an unknown number with the +91(Indian) code.
I answered it.

"Hello Zayaan!" A rough voice answered in a heavy south indian accent. I smirked. So it's his plan huh! What a pain!

"Surya Murthy ji. I'm not gonna lie I am a bit surprised and appalled. You even managed an attack for me in London? Bravo! But may I ask for what do I own this honour? Given, our good history together." I asked.

That old man chuckled.
"Work and business aside my boy, things have gotten personal here. You know how much my precious daughter Leela admires you, yet you rejected her and my princess is very upset by that. As a father, how could I see my princess like that, so, I had to take some action." He said.

Till we conversed, Rajiv managed to spot all the snipers. 7 in total he said with his fingers. Damn! This can be a problem. We're front of Oxford University at that. If anyone of them even shoots, we might be able to dodge it but... It can cause quite the ruckus, not to forget the safety of the civilians, and the media outrage.

"So you promised to gift her my head?" I asked.

"Not quite... she wants you in chains, alive." He chuckled.

"Why? Is she tired of fucking that old retard Dilshad already?" I snickered.

"Maybe she needs fresh meat like you."

"Is that so! Don't you think before that I'll have her head on a plate? She did try to help my enemy hide and even attempted to kidnap and harm my wife." I said rather heatedly.

"And in exchange, you ruined my alcohol market and your boys destroyed my drugs consignment of Mumbai as revenge. Now that's not very nice." He said in a low threatening voice.
"You don't mess with other Mafia's business like that young man. Especially, someone who's been in line far more years than you."

I chuckled.
"I like to do things no one else is capable of."

"You've always been good with words boy. That's what I've always liked about you. But only words won't let you survive in the underworld."

"Trust me Murthy ji, words aren't the only thing I'm thriving the entire mumbai with." I said through clenched teeth.

My photo buzzed again.

"My men have sent you a location. If you don't want to cause a blood rain and police drama near that precious University of yours, be there in 10 mins." He said and hung up.

We reached the location which was an under constructions area. 14 men armed with sickles, knives and even swords were waiting for our welcome. Wow, he also really did arrange chains for me. I smirked at his thoughtfulness.

I checked the map on the way. According to my observation, the snipers were positioned in such a way that they were aiming at us directly. Even if we did defeat these men, any of the snipers could take us down.

There was really no escape...

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Assalamualaikum Everyone!!!

OMA! Cliffhanger!!!
Pardon me!
I wanted to create quite a suspense here 🧐😉

What do you think will happen to Zayaan and Rajiv?

Will they make it back alive?

What about Inarah?

BTW, how are you loving Heena and Asad? 😏😉

Oh, is there going on something with Uddhav too? 🙊🤔
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Part 1 will have around 50 chapters
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