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He sank back on his chair laughing, imagining the terrified looks on the faces of his enemies. Haider was right! For getting his revenge on Asad and Zayaan, the perfect way was to inculcate fear in their minds, that they might even tremble just thinking about what might happen to their lovers if they're not careful. To keep those two on their toes and dancing on his finger tips. He could easily make those two his puppets and play with them as much as he wanted while having his fun.

He turned on his computer and went through their pictures. Those bastards were living such perfect lives while he was rotting away in jail.
However, when he finally set his eyes on Inarah's picture, the world stopped around him.

She was unreal. Ethereal! Like a hoor from up above the heavens.

This was the girl he almost killed?  What a waste would that have been!

He reached his hand to the screen to touch her but all he could touch was the stupid screen and not her milky skin. Just seeing her picture had all kinds of feelings arose inside him and he imagined, what would happen if he could have her all to himself.

To carass her milky skin, to drink the sweet nectar of her rosy lips and to embrace the heat of her luscious body...fuck her senseless. 

However, the things that he could only imagine at that moment, Zayaan was already enjoying it. He was touching her, kissing her lips and embracing her bare body, making love to her.... again stealing something he desired.

Just thinking about it all was increasing his bloodlust.

"Why should I kill you when I can have you all to myself? Inarah.....my hoor! Your Baseet will snatch you away from him and you'll soon be in my arms!

I'll make you mine, my Hoor!"

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Zayaan's POV,
We watched from outside how Heena was crying and hugging Inarah as she came in a rush seeing the news. Thankfully, her hearing was back. We've finally managed to tame the media and remove all sources from all social media but the news had already spread like wild fire and no matter how much we try to estinguish the flames, the damage it's caused is still prominent.

"Heena just ran here forgetting about everything else as soon as she saw the news. It was getting difficult for me to handle her. She literally went crazy." Asad said sighing.

"I thought so. They both love eachother like sisters. When one gets hurt, the other feels the pain.
Everything was going well and I thought we got rid of everything threatening then who's this with a death wish trying to hurt my wife!" My blood was boiling just thinking about it.

"Whoever it is....it seems he isn't just targeting Inarah but both our wives." Asad said with a deep frown and his voice rough with rage.

"What?!"

He nodded.
"I got a call from security that Henna has received a suspicious package. I felt something was wrong so I got home leaving Heena at the office and when I opened the box, there was a small dagger covered in actual human blood with a note inside saying you're next." His eyes turned red with rage.

"Does she know?"

He shook his head negative.
"She got distracted with Inarah and forgot everything else."

I sighed.
"This is more serious than I thought."

"Whoever it is, we need to get rid of him ASAP."

I could sense the bloodlust in his voice.
"There was nothing in the security footage either. So it could mean that the car was tampered with while it wasn't around. However, the car exploded as soon as Inarah unlocked it making that possibility pointless. So either someone hacked the system or there's another rat. Still, questioning the security turned out to be a futile attempt."

"In Heena's case too, the guy who delivered the package knew all the blind spots well and hid his face immaculately. He was wearing the uniform of the delivery company, however, inquiring there, of course, it wasn't a man from there but an imposter. It seems both are wives are being watched by someone. He's mocking us, trying to use our wives as leverage on us.
Do you think it's any of Haider's..."

I shook my head.
"He wouldn't resort to cheap tricks like that."

"So maybe, he pulled a new pawn out of his sleeves?"

"The possibility is plausible. For now, we just need to be careful."

"Zayaan bhai, Asad bhai..."

I turned towards the familiar voice.

"Raghav?"

There was girl with him too, seemingly around his age.

"Bhai, how's bhabhi?" He questioned anxiously.

"She's fine. She's with Heena inside." I informed him.

"Thank God....ow!" He yelped as the girl with him pinched him. Weird!
"um...this is Dia. My...uhm....my friend."

"Friend?" Asad raised an eyebrow at him teasing him as his face had turned red. So this was the girl he always talked about huh. Why was she with him?

"Hello, I'm Dia Dixit. Seeing how anxious Raghav got after seeing the news, I asked him to bring me along. I would like to visit his friends too." She was gawking at Asad and me while she said that.

"Nice to meet you. Inarah is inside. You two can meet her."

I didn't miss the glint of excitement in her eyes and I guess neither did Asad. Inarah's and Heena's bodyguards were inside, just in case. At these moment trusting anyone was dangerous.

Dia's POV,
OMG OMG OMG!!! I can't believe I just met Zayaan Hashmi and Asad Abbas. Those two are such major hotties! The top businessman of India was actually away from work and looking after their wife like that. It shows how much he actually loves her. Oh wow! If I could just be friends with his wife.... OMG that would be awesome.

Come on Dia! You can do this! Make a lasting impression on them. Break a leg girl!

I almost jumped as a woman in a black suit stood in my way as soon as I entered the VIP ward with Raghav. She looked like a bodyguard and was decently pretty too. Like a little bit of makeup could make her eyes pop. She had a metal detector in her hand.

"Sorry ma'am, but I'll need to check you." She said nonchalantly.

"It's ok, she's with me." Raghav brought his hand between us.

"Sir, it's the protocol. For Inarah ma'am's safety."

She called him sir?!

"It's ok Raghav. She's right." I turned to her.
"Please go on." I handed her my purse as she went through it and then checked me with the detector from head to toe."

"All clear. Thankyou ma'am." She ushered us in.

My heart was pounding but I maintained my confidence.

"Bhabhi!" Raghav sounded soo anxious as he hurried towards Mrs Hashmi as she sat on the bed.
God! She's soo gorgeous. I mean, I'd seen her pictures on instagram but, she's a lot more beautiful in reality that too with her bare face and even Mrs Abbas....
OMG! I thought I might faint!

"Raghav! You're here too?" She had a huge smile on her face seeing him. Wow! I never would've imagined he knew them all soo well. This is soo cool!

"I ran to you as soon as I saw the news. Are you ok? How are you feeling now? Heena bhabhi, you're ok right? I swear, once I find who's responsible for this... I'll..."

"Raghav. I don't want anyone to do anything crazy. Let the police handle this on. Hm?" Mrs Hashmi said in a calm tone.

What did she mean by that? Ah, must be rich people thing where they use their connections and all.

Then she brought her attention to me.
"Firstly, introduce us to your new friend here." She smiled at me.

"Oh...This is ..." Raghav was blushing.

"I'm Dia Dixit, Raghav's classmate and friend. It's a pleasure meeting you Mrs Hashmi and Mrs Abbas." I couldn't contain my excitement.
"I... I follow you both on your Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, everywhere. I'm a huge fan!"

I was trembling with excitement.

"Oh! Did you hear that Heena! We have fans!" Mrs Hashmi grinned.

"Of course we do." Mrs Abbas smiled too.
"Nice to meet you too Dia. We're finally getting to meet Raghav infamous friend." She grinned.

"Yes, thanks for coming. We really wanted to meet you." Mrs Hashmi added.

They wanted to meet ME?!?!?!?!

Raghav was just busy blushing like a girl. I wanted to roll my eyes but I couldn't. He's such a softy.

"How are Uddhav and Geeta?"

They know them too? Who are these people that I thought I knew but clearly.... I don't.

"They're good too. You know, Uddhav bhai can even walk now without any support. It happened at the college function. We'll talk about that later ok?"

"That's great!" Both of them exclaimed in unison.

Just then we heard the door slid open and both the men...as hot as hell...walked in with their eyes just glued on both their wives.

Mr Abbas gently pulled his wife to him. The way he was caring for her, handling her soo gently as if she was made of glass .... OMG! It was as if I was watching a romance movie live.

"You're trembling doll." He held her hand in his kissing on it like a prince as he scrutinized her face with that soft look on his face. And he calls her Doll. OMG!!! That's soo cute!

Even Mr Hashmi sat beside his face carassing her face with that loving look in his eyes as she too leaned her face in his palm smiling. Her eyes sparkling with joy with just him being next to her. Even a blind person could sense the love resonating between both the couples. I was kinda envious.

Mr Hashmi is just soo freakin' hot and Mr Abbas too, with that subtle bad boy air around him. It's like I was in an ikemen (handsomeness) heaven.

"Relax Doll, look at that shameless girl. You're all worried sick for her and doesn't even have a single crease on her forehead. She's enjoying all this attention." Mrs Abbas smirked.

At this Mrs Hashmi gasped and picking an apple from the table threw it on him which he caught in his hand immaculately and bit on it....soo sexily! Wow!!! I was swooning.

"Calm down Jaan." Mr Hashmi chuckled pulling her to his chest and caressing her head.

These rich people use such endearments too? How adorable!

"I hate this guy!" She pouted glaring at Mr Abbas.

"I don't love you in particular either." Mr Abbas made a face mocking her.

"You two are like kids sometimes." Mrs Abbas shook her head laughing.

Suddenly the door slid open with a slam making me jump and a young boy, probably a young teenager stormed inside seemingly pissed. Ah, he must be Emmad Malik. Mrs Hashmi's brother.

"Emmad, baby! I missed you soo..."

However, the whole room fell silent and every jaw in the room dropped as that boy abruptly leaped forward and punched Mr Hashmi right across his face.

My hand flew to my mouth. He just punched his brother in law in front of everyone. Mr Hashmi didn't falter one bit but he held his jaw, however, he didn't seemed as surprised as everyone else was.

"Emmad! What are you doing?!"
Mrs Hashmi didn't yell but her voice wasn't soft either and she was shocked af!

"This isn't the first time my Di is in the hospital. Why do I always have to see her like that, damn it! Damn you all! Why does my Di always have to get hurt because of you all? Will y'all be happy after you killed her?!" He was yelling and was clearly on the verge of tears.

OMG! I was literally witnessing their family drama right now! I couldn't believe it!!!

Zayaan's POV,
"Emmad..." Inarah whispered reaching for his hand but he pulled it away. I know she was hurting seeing her baby brother like that. However, he wasn't a baby anymore, I can see.

"She's always the one who gets hurt...she even lost her baby once and....was in so much pain that time. Before that too she has been hurt multiple times and this time.... she almost died! Zayaan jiju, you were my idol! I looked up to you and I wanted to be like you. But, can you really protect my sister?! You claim to love her but can you really give her a safe and better environment?!" He raged.

His question baffled me. Even as a kid he could see how incompetent I was in protecting his sister.

Am I really capable of protecting my Inarah? No matter what I do, danger is always following her.

I felt Inarah grabbing my hand breaking the chain of my thoughts.

"We'll be outside." Heena said and soon everyone left leaving us 3 alone.

"If you cannot keep her safe...then just lea..."

"ENOUGH!" Inarah's stern voice make him flinch.
She slowly sat up straight bringing her feet down and faced us both. Then letting go of my hand, she grabbed onto his hand as he was trying to pull back but not using all his strength. He wasn't ready to face her either. Afterall, it was the first time Inarah had raised her voice at him.

"Look at me."

He didn't comply.

"Emmad Haider Malik look at me!"

He did.
"I'm not even your real sibling. Just half sibling. We have different fathers right? So why should you care how I feel? You only care about your husband and no matter what he does, you'll only love him. It's always been like this. I'm just a side character in your life huh... someone invisible." His smile was mocking...hollow.

"Who said so? Even if we have different fathers, we came out of the same womb. You are my baby bro no matter what anyone says and I know you love me and I love you too Emmad. So much! Whatever happened to me was my fate. Blaming Zayaan or anyone else won't change it. And this wasn't Zayaan's fault so no one must blame him, not even you. Or I won't stand it. Now, apologise for hitting your brother in law."

He pulled his hand back and looked at his sister, then at me scowling.
"Never!"

Saying that he stormed out of the room like wind leaving Inarah calling behind him. I hugged her stopping her.

"I'm sorry Zayaan. Please don't hate our Emmad. He's a good kid and he loves me so, he kinda lost it. He's a teenager you know...."

"Shh.... I know.. I know ... don't worry. How can I hate someone who loves you soo much? And to be honest, I'm proud of that kid..."

She looked up from my chest like I was crazy.
It made me chuckle.
"He's not your baby bro anymore, jaan. He's growing into a strong young man." I rubbed my cheek where he punched me.
"It wasn't that strong enough to throw me off, but, gotta admit, it had something."

"Oh." She kissed over my cheek looking guiltily at me.

"It's ok. Trust me....and don't worry. I'll talk to him tonight. You know, man to man." I assured her.

She nodded.

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As Inarah received her discharged we were called to the Malik mansion where both the mother and daughter had a heartfelt reunion. At the moment, her mother was forcing her self planned and prepared balanced meal down Inarah's throat which she wasn't ready to eat any more.

"Mom please, no more! If I eat even a single bite more my stomach will burst!" She was whining adorably like a child and I had to bite the inside of my cheeks to stop my smile.

"No baby! You have to finish this whole plate. You haven't even eaten two morsels." Her mother was scolding her.

Inarah shook her head.

As for me, I just stood at a distance watching them both. To be honest, I didn't know how to face her mother. Her daughter ends up getting hurt everytime because of me. She must despise me at the moment.

"Oh God! I give up! How stubborn can my own daughter be with me?"

"I'll complaint to dad." She warned her own mother.

"Then I'll scold him too and ground him to his room for the rest of the week." Her mother retorted.

"Hehe, I bet he'll love to be grounded with you in your bedroom all week." Inarah cooed.

"Shut up! You naughty girl." She hit her gently, blushing. If only she knew what kinda man he was.
"Zayaan...."

I flinched as she took my name.
"Yes...mom?"

She sighed and getting up walked towards me and to my surprise, she hugged me all of a sudden.
"I know you must've been startled too. I know how much you love my daughter and don't worry, no one is blaming you. We could never, beta." She patted my back gently and I held her too.

I couldn't deny it though, a mother's warmth is... really something else. She smiled at me patting my face and then turned to Inarah.

"I want that plate clean until I come back young lady. You have a lot of meds to eat too." She said sternly making my jaan pout.
"Zayaan... that's your responsibility."

I nodded without a word and Inarah was glaring at me. After Mom left, I went and sat beside my jaan as she held my hand.

"Uhhhh..... I've had enough na." She whined making me grin. I leaned close to her ear and whispered.
"Jaan, if you don't finish the food, I'll feed every morsel of that plate to you myself....with....my.... mouth." I warned her in a low deep voice that she always says she finds sexy and I noticed how she shuddered.

"I...I... I'll eat it ok! Geez! You two are soo cruel to me!" She huffed and I smiled pulling her cheek.
"That's my girl."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you..."

I looked at her curiously.

"...midterms are announced. Heena and I will have to go to London next month."

And she took the plate eating angrily. She looked soo adorable.

"London?"

Will it be safe to send them. How much security should we arrange? Asad would flip hearing that after seeing the death threat that was sent for Heena. We need to find that scum before next month or ....

I was pulled out of my thoughts by Inarah's soft fingers straightening the crease on my forehead.
"Why soo stressed my Love? I'm right here in your arms, safe and sound, being forced to eat this plate full of food." She said batting her eyelashes at me.

I chuckled.
"No matter how cute you act, you're not escaping Mrs Hashmi." I warned flicking her cute little nose with my finger as she wrinkled it.

"Please na.... I really cannot eat it all. I'll throw up."

I sighed giving up.
"Fine, I'll help."

A huge smile came on her face. How could I not give in to that?!

She began feeding me 2 bites while she ate one as we ate hurriedly. We had to finish it before Mom walked in after all.

Finally we finished the whole plate, got mom's approval and the nurse came with Inarah's meds.

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After tucking my jaan to sleep, I was told Emmad was on the terrace. Strange. He seldom comes up here. Seems like he wanted to talk too. A stubborn one he is! Just like his sister.

I stood beside him leaning to the wall, watching the view of the backyard below.
"Isn't it a school day tomorrow? Why are you still up?"

"As if I could sleep?" He scoffed

"You're just 14 and already getting insomnia. Are you in love or something?" I tried to joke but he scowled at me, finally looking at me.

"I'll turn 15 soon and I don't fall in love. Girls are weird."

It made me laugh.
"A late bloomer, huh? No worries, soon you'll reach a stage where the same girls you find weird, you'll be falling head over heels for them."

"Why? Did you fall head over heels for a lot of girls when you were my age?" He mocked.

"Hmm....but just one girl."

"One girl? Might not be my Di, because you kept her hanging for soo many years while she ran behind you like a fool." He scoffed.

Shit! He got me there.

"I've loved your sister since a very long time actually. I was just a coward who was too scared to admit it." I said with my head hanging low.

"Liar!"

"You think soo too huh?" I sneered at my own self.
"You really have grown up. Not the little kid we used to know.... someone, who can even be strong enough to protect his sister."

He looked at me seriously now and I smirked.
"Your punch back then really had something in it." I said pointing my finger at him.

"Are you mocking me?"

I shook my head.

"Can I really protect someone? I'm soo weak, I've always been. Someone like me can't even protect himself, let alone someone else." He was sulking with his head in his hands.

Looking at him at that moment.... I saw myself in him from 15 years back. That's exactly how weak and pathetic I felt. Even more so I guess. However, I had Saheb by my side and this is what he told me ...

"The strength of your body doesn't define you....the will of your heart does. You have a strong heart and a will of a soldier. A soldier who would be ready to sacrifice his everything for the people he loves and that's what makes you stronger than anyone else. That's what makes me want to believe in you... because I believe in the purity of your heart."

I remember his every word like a poem. Who knew someday his words would be helpful for the son of his own enemy!

Emmad turned towards me, his strong will reflecting in his hazel eyes.
"Jiju....do you think I can become strong like you?"

I smiled patting his shoulder.
"Even stronger than me if you try."

He nodded.
"Then I want to be strong! Can you help you?"

"I most certainly can."

That brought a huge grin on his face. He looked a lot like his father but he was nothing like him. That was a relief.
"Let's start training once your exams are over."

"Yes!" He raised his fist in the air.
"Um....sorry about hitting you earlier." He said pouting.

"Forget it. We're men, sometimes we need our fists to talk." I shrugged.

"So, can I punch you again?"

"No!"

"Are you scared?"

"Huh! Bring it on you punk!"

He was laughing and I ruffled his hair.

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Haider watched Nagma sleep soundly on the bed as he climbed on beside her. Finally meeting her daughter and seeing her safe, at last, she was getting a good night's sleep after those 3-4 days of excessive worrying.

If it wasn't for his lovely wife, he would've long picked off that thorn out of his way. However, his Nagma would break apart and that's the last thing he wanted. Still, seeing Asad and Zayaan flapping like fishes out of water was a feast to his eyes.
Getting Basit out onto his chessboard did result in fun.

He leaned beside his wife carassing her sleeping face with his knuckles. A smile inching at the corners of his mouth.

"After all ...." He whispered gazing at her angelic face.
".... whatever I did....was all for your sake my beautiful Gizelle."

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