Inarah's POV,
He...he just left?! Just like that?!

He left me all alone at night near the wast ocean to drown me in my own tears. I touched my lips as they still felt numb from his kiss. He said he could never feel like that for me?! He broke my heart into a million pieces.....in just a few seconds.
That butcher!

I cried my heart out sitting on the rocks all alone before the driver came to pick me up. Without a word or showing any emotion, I just walked to my room, locked the door, and stood below the shower as I sank to the ground crying my heart out again. My expensive clothes and jewelry were drenched under the cold water.

Zayaan's POV,
I growled throwing everything off the table. Whatever I caught in my hand, it met the wall and its end. I was agitated....enraged....my blood boiling in my veins...but most importantly, I was helpless....and I hated myself!!!

I made her cry... I kissed her and then I left her all alone with such harsh words. What? I can never feel anything for her. Only the Lord above knows how my heart only beats for her. That fucking company raised over her father's blood... I need no part of it!!!

I looked at my hands....with these very hands... I killed him. I shot the bullet right through his heart. My Godfather....my Messiah... I killed him.

Still, even in his last breath, he looked me in the eyes and just said one thing...
"My son.... protect my daughter."

He called me his son...yet I...

I don't deserve you Inarah... I'm a murderer...a beast! I'll break you too, we cannot be together because that's my curse!

****
The lights had gone off when I climbed through her balcony. I could hear her sobs till here. My heart ached to see her shaking figure as she lay on the bed like a fragile doll facing her back towards me, curled up in a ball.

I knew she heard my footsteps as her sobs died down but she didn't turn to me. Without a word, I laid down beside her and was about to put my arm around her to pull her to my chest....so that I could remember how to breathe again...

"Why are you here? Get out!" She said sternly....but her voice was hoarse with all the crying. I closed my eyes as I took my arm back....her condition breaking me into a million pieces.

"Because I knew you would be crying right now," I said as my guilt kept eating me.

"So, why do you care? You don't love me... I'm just a little brat you have to babysit. There's no need for you to babysit anymore... I'm fine. Get out!"

I sighed and throwing my arm around her waist pulled her to my body as she gasped. I inhaled her scent, her hair was slightly wet. She hates washing her hair at night....then why?

"You're soo mean!" She whimpered.
"You selfish bastard! I hate you...."

My hand clenched in a fist...
I hate myself too Inarah!

She turned towards me and her honey eyes filled with tears were making me lose my composure. I wiped her tears with my thumb swallowing the lump in my throat.

"Why can't you love me Zayaan?" She whispered.
"Am I not pretty enough?"

You're the prettiest girl in the world.

"Am I not kind or gentle?"

You're an Angel, my love.

"Am I stupid and not smart enough for you?"

You're the smartest girl I've met.

"Is there something lacking in me?"

You're the epitome of perfection my darling!

"What is it Zayaan that I need to fix in me for u to love me? I'll do anything! I'll even walk on burning coals for you, or even sleep on an ice block... I'd even lay my life down on your feet my love. Please Zayaan....just tell me. I love you soo much that it hurts... I.."

"Shh." I pulled her crying frame in my arms digging her face in my chest.
I love you the same Inarah....even more, but I can't.... I'm a sinner and loving you would be my greatest sin.

She fell asleep crying on my chest. I kissed her hair closing my eyes.

****
Nagma's POV,
I got off the mat after my Fajr namaaz. Inarah has been quiet since she came back from the party last night. She didn't even eat dinner even though it was her favourite and she wouldn't miss it even if the world was ending.

Something was off with that girl and it was worrying me. I should go check on her.

I knocked at her bedroom door.
"Inarah... baby? Are you up for Fajr?"

No answer.

"Baby? Are you in the washroom? I'm coming in." I said and turned the doorknob which wasn't locked. As I opened the door and walked in... I got the shock of my life. It felt like the ground just slipped from beneath my feet.

"Ya Khuda!" My heart was about to burst out.

"Inarah... Zayaan!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I saw my daughter in bed in the arms of that man.

Inarah's POV,
My eyes shot open to a scream. As I searched for the source of the voice getting out of Zayaan's arms as he did the same I gasped and my soul left my body.

"M...mom?!"

I sat up hastily squirming away from Zayaan as he mirrored my action.

"Astagfirullah!!! Ya, Khuda!! What the hell is going on in here?!" She stormed towards me making me flinch.

We were finally caught. She was going to skin me alive now.

"It's not what you think Aunty..." Zayaan began to defend me

"Shut up! Don't you call me that!" She was shaking with fury. I just sank my head, fear traveling through my veins like blood.

"How dare you?! We considered you as our son all these years and you two were doing this behind our backs?! Disgusting!"

"Please calm down Mrs. Malik, nothing happened between us....we were just sleeping..."

"Just sleeping... sticking to each other in such a disgusting way?! Do you think I'm a fool?! How long has this been going on? Huh? Answer me...." She yelled in my face.

"10 years... maybe more," I answered boldly but didn't look at her.

Slap!

"Aunty!"

I held my cheek in shock. She hit me?! For the first time in my life, in all these years.....my mom hit me.

"10 years?! And you have the audacity to tell that to my face!"

She was breathing heavily and was on the verge of tears as she moved away from me with her hands on her hips.

"Get out.....get out of here Zayaan before I do something I regret." She glared at Zayaan.

"As you say Aunty....but please....just don't do or say anything to Inarah... it's not her fault." He almost pleaded with Mom.

"She's my daughter....and I'll see how to handle her. This has nothing to do with you." She grunted.

Zayaan gave me one look....and then left.

Mom went on and on with her ranting and yelling as I sat there motionless. The man I love.... doesn't love me back and my mother hates me doubting my character...
Great! Just great!!!

After that, I was forbidden to leave my room or meet anyone and even my phone, iPad, and Macbook were confiscated locking me up like in jail.
Even Heena wasn't allowed to meet me.

****
Zayaan's POV,

Mrs. Malik called me to meet her after a week since that incident. I couldn't contact Inarah in any way. I found out from my intel that she'd been locked up in her room under 24/7 security outside. There was no way anyone could come in or go out instead of Mrs. Malik herself. This was preposterous!

I made my way to their mansion canceling all my meetings for the evening.

What she told me there... slipped my whole world from beneath my feet.

"We're getting Inarah married."

I just looked at her paralyzed. My Inarah was... going to be someone else's?!

"Zayaan... I still remember the day Ashfaq brought you home for the first time 15 years ago. You were just a hurt little boy who needed a lot of emotional and financial support. We gave it all to your money, education, status... everything. You were like a son to us even though I was against adopting you. But there's one thing that we cannot give you beta.
Our daughter...our Inarah!"

I just looked down lost for words, my jaw clenched.

"She's an innocent girl who thinks everyone and everything in this world is good just like her father and we all know how that ended for him." Her voice shook as she said the last statement.
"I've lost her father...but I cannot bear to lose my daughter either. You 2 come from 2 completely different worlds and you understand better what I'm talking about Mr Zayaan Hashmi." She looked at me intently.

"I don't want my daughter anywhere around your dangerous world. So it's more of a request than an order for Zayaan beta... please, leave her side forever. I trust you both that you've maintained your limits and done nothing wrong....or haram. Hayder is in LA right now. In 2 days I'm leaving with Inarah and Emmad too. Inarah has received numerous marriage proposals to date but we always ignored them thinking she'd take over the company someday, but that's not possible anymore. So we've arranged for a marriage meeting for her with one of Hayder's friend's sons. He's a good, successful businessman we've heard." She said as I looked at her in utter shock.

"So, you're going to murder her dream of taking over her father's company?" I asked her bewildered.

She sighed.
"We don't have a choice. She has gotten too emotionally attached to people she shouldn't." She said sternly.

"I understand. I'll keep my distance from her as you wish Mrs Malik. Now if you'd excuse me...." I said monotonously and turned to my heels.

I walked past her balcony, hopelessly looking up and my heart was beating again as I saw her standing there waiting for me. She smiled at me with tears in her eyes. I wanted to run to her and pull her in my arms. Steal her away from the world and make her mine forever.....but I couldn't. I lost that right 15 years ago.

She looked like a beautiful Princess trapped in her high tower waiting for her Knight to take her away....but he was helpless....and too ashamed. She was going to be someone else's...and all I could do was just....watch... letting her go.

***
Inarah's POV,
We are in LA. There are a lot of countries where we own property. LA is one of them. Mom still has my phone so I couldn't contact him. She said I'm going on a blind date with a suitor for marriage. My heart was crushed into a million pieces. All my life, I've dreamt about being the wife of the man I loved the most....the man who owns my heart, to have a family with him....grow old with and to die in his arms. But my dream....came crashing down when he said those words and even now...when Mom announced her decision.

After crying all night, I was finally meeting with my perspective groom. He's a millionaire businessman....not a Billionaire like us, but a Millionaire. He would become a billionaire when he marries me and takes over My company while I sit back being his trophy wife.
As if a broken heart wasn't enough... I was going to have my dignity broken too.

I almost had a mini heart attack when Mom told me he was 32 ie, he was 10 years older than me as I would turn 22 next month.

We sat in a cafe. He looked fine. Tall, with looks that any other girl would fawn over.... except for Inarah Qureshi. He wore an expensive Armani suit, Rado on his wrist, and Louis Vuitton on his feet with RayBan in his pocket.
Tsk! Show off!!!

He might look like a big deal and was already grabbing attention from all the ladies in the cafe, but he was nothing compared to my Zayaan. My tall, broad-chested, deep-eyed handsome hunk. If he was here...this Abid Hamidi in front of me would be like a deflated balloon.

"You're are much more beautiful in person Inarah." He said as he moved his eyes on me lustfully. I rolled my eyes. I was used to those kinda words and looks.

"Thanks... I hear that often." I said flipping my hair back. I just wanted this to end as quickly as possible.

"I was really glad when my father told me that The Inarah Qureshi was my perspective bride. Who wouldn't want you to be his wife?" He said as our coffee came.

I smirked and leaned forward resting my arms on the table and looking straight into his eyes.
"Why? Because I'm beautiful, glamourous, sexy....most importantly, I'm filthy rich, and....you can show me off as your trophy wife?"

He chuckled.
"Can't argue with that one."

I scowled trying to control my temper. Fucking scum! I hated him already.

"Tell me something about you Inarah?"

"Me? I guess you know enough about me....why don't you start with yourself." I said not interested as I sipped my expresso. I needed something bitter..... really, really bitter!

"Well, I'm the CEO of Hamidi Constructions....."
bla bla bla he began singing his praises. I had closed my ears already.

"How many times do you pray in a day?" I asked abruptly cutting him off before I lost my mind.

"Sorry?" He looked at me like I asked him a GK question in the Welsh language.

"I meant namaaz... salah?"

"Uh... I'm a busy man who spends a lot of time in my office and on business trips. I don't have time to waste in mosque and namaaz."

I almost choked on my coffee. A Muslim man talking soo badly about Namaaz. What the hell?!

My Zayaan would never dare to say such a thing.

Flashback

It was Friday when I went to his building. I called him to come down and pick me but he didn't answer. That was weird....he always picked up my call.

"Oh hey, beautiful!" I heard Asad say from behind me. He walked towards me in his white kurta. Then I remembered, Zayaan must've been in the private namaaz room.

"Hey, Asad. Is Zayaan back with you?"

"No, not yet."

I frowned.
"Why? Doesn't he always lead the Friday prayers in your private namaaz room?"
I asked as I felt so proud of my man.

"He does but today he had extra work in the company so I led the Salah today. He's still up there busy in his Salah. You know that guy....no matter how much work....he would never miss Salah for the world.... especially on Friday."

I blushed.
"Of course."

****
"Hey, Inarah...where are you lost too?"

"Huh?!" I said as I came back to reality. I erased the smile that came on my lips at that memory. I was now disgusted with the man who sat in front of me.

"How many times have you read the Quran?" I asked.

"Inarah.... baby, why are you asking yourself such stupid questions. We are here to get to know each other better. Why don't you ask me about my hobbies and stuff?" He said changing the topic. I almost picked my heel to make a hole in his head.

"Right..." I faked a smile.
"I shouldn't be asking you stuff like that. It's pointless for someone as great as you huh? Well then tell me Abid, how many girls have you slept with."

To this, a filthy smirk played on his lips.
"Are you jealous?"

"Nah, just curious."

"Hm... I don't know, I play around sometimes. I lost track, maybe 12...15...I don't know." He shrugged like it was nothing.
"A man can't just sit around doing work now can he." He chuckled sipping his coffee.

I clenched my jaw. Not only was he a fake Muslim scum but also a fuck boy?! Wouldn't I just jump off a hill before marrying such a man?!!!

He leaned closer to the table as I glared at him.
"BTW, now that the topic is out, when we get married, you might get lonely at times as I would be busy with my trips and work. So if you want, you can still have a boyfriend or two to entertain you. I'm open-minded like that." He winked.

I gaped at him shocked.
What did he just say?!

"Oh, and I've heard a quiet about your boyfriend....uhm...what was his name....yeah, Zayaan Hashmi. He can keep you entertained, he might even help me with the business with his interesting connections. Keep him hooked well....hm." he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes and a mocking smile...

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Assalamualaikum Everyone!!!

How are you loving the story soo far?

This Abid is a real jerk huh?
But will Zayaan really let Inarah go?

BTW,
I would like to thank all of you who made the ship names for Zayaan and Inarah. Oh my! You guys are soo good. I love them all.

crazy_hooman65.  Zarah and Inaryaan

neryler12.  Zarah

s_h_a_i_m_a_a.   Zayrah

sofia39135.   Zain

AyeshaFatimah.   Zayarah and Inaan

Ambriya16.   Rayaan and Zain and Inyaan and Zarah

LihaMirza.   Zaynarah

Niqaabi_Sister.  Zayrah and RahYaan

Thank you soo much everyone for all the names.
I loved Zarah too. I think I should name thier daughter that in the future 😛

What's your favourite name guys?