Not being able to face him more, Today Noya had planned to lock herself in her room. Amayra woke up early, cluthing her pillow she walked into her daddy's room. Getting on top of his daddy's bare back, she layed and slept. Barq was alerted even in his sleep that his little hurricane was here. He safety held her back on his back and flipped her down, hugging her closer to his heart, he kissed her forehead.

He was more restless than anyone, as his princess was not by his side. As a father, he got habits to check upon her withing every hour. Feeling content, he covered her up with duvet. He got ready for the day.

While here, Noya had her breakfast and washing her dishes when His mother Sophie entered the kitchen with a huge frown. "Good morning ma'am" she greeted with an energetic smile. "Good morning, sweety" she replied sulking. Noya studied her expressions and asked, "What's bothering you ma'am? May I know?" She asked hesitatingly.

Sophie sighed and says, "I order some beautiful dressed for you and me. But these online scams ended up sending Salwar suits!" She says huffing her cheeks. Sophie was a shopping freak person. Ofcourse her son was a billionaire,  why wouldn't she.

Noya mouthed oh. Sophie’s mind crossed an idea and she smiled wholeheartedly. "Why don't you give it a try! It will suit you a lot! Its pure red" she says being all excited. Noya thinks for a while and gave a small nod. As in she too wanted to try something new.

Sophie giggled and dragged Noya to her room. As in she didn't had any daughter or sister. Sophie poured all her love and excitement on Noya, making her all glow up in red suit with red matching lipstick and red bangles. She looked pure Indian and breathtaking.

Only her hair were left. Noya was in deep thoughts, if her mother would be alive, she would had done the same, pamperings and all.

While here, Barq was signed the cheques that was needed his signatures and stood up to leave. As in he had some officers that had to meet, as in Umayyad's case.

About Amayra she was happier with her kittens on her daddy's bed. Barq drives back home, in his range rover. When his phone rings showing a facetime call from his mother.

He parks his car at the side of the road toa answer the call. As soon as he accepts the call. His eyes caught the most beautiful sight, his breath hitched when he saw Noya cladded in traditional outfit with matching bangles, those long jhumkas and her straightened up hair.

She looked ethereal and beautiful. His eyes couldn't help but wonder on her. From top to toe.

"She is looking beautiful, isn't she?" Asked Sophie taking the phone from the table, as she gives a last touch up to Noya. "Yes" he uttered in his most gruffy voice. Making Noya stiffened. Didn't she was calling the beautician!? How come she ended up calling her son! That too on facetime.

Noya's breath hitched when she felt his strong gaze on her. "Excuse me" she mumbles and walked out. Sophie smiles and turned back to her son. "So? Shall I start my beautician business!? What you say?" She asked being all satisfied with her sparks she left on Noya.

"Mom! Not again" he groans hearing her wish to run a beauty parlour since decades. "Barq, tell honestly. Did not your breath hitched?" She asked narrowing her eyes.

Barq gulped nervously and gave a curtly nod. "That doesn't mean anything. Its all your doings, the make up and all" he shrugs and she smiled smirking. "The damage is done, thank you for your time" she sings and ends up the call.

Barq shooked his head and with her image in his mind, he drove back.

While Sophie did a happy dance and shared a hifi with Hubaab who had planned something more tender to get them closer.

Soon Barq's car entered the porch, he found two new cars already parked in his porch. That means the cops were here. He got down his range rover. His eyes scanned the area, witnessing how beautifully ge had built up his mansion. As he walks to the entrace, he enters lounge meeting the cops. They share some confidential information about Umayyad with him to which he amused.

"Mr. Barq, Umayyad had invested in some real estates, had properties in foreign as well some debentures in foreign companies, were you aware of all his investments?" The officer asked making Barq, nod in no. "No" he says in his gruffy voice.

"Alright, do you doubt anyone regarding the last attact that was about to take place?" Asked the 2nd officer. "I am sure we are not safe here too, I don't trust anyone" he says being 100% sure.

The officers shared a look and hums. "Can we know some more about your daughter, as in she is ..

"Enough! Stop connecting dots. She is my blood. My daughter!" Barq couldn't help and roar angrily. Their investigations were getting on his nerve now.

"We understand Mr. Barq, But the DNA reports says something else" says the head officer making him clenched his jaw. "Leave! Before I do something wrong!" He says gritting his teeths.

Being angry and frustrated, he walked upstairs to his room leaving them in lounge. No sort of arguments were meat to take place now. With a loud pounding heart, he paced in his room. Being all restless and worried. "She is my daughter, mine. Yes, my own blood" he mumbles trying his to calm himself. When Amayra came running to him. Hugging his legs.

"Daddy, you are back" she says innocently. Barq quickly kneels down at her level and cups her cheeks. "Yes love" he whispered scanning her features, that doesn't even resembles Umayyad. She was not his best friend's daughter. But his.

"Daddy, Ms. Annie needs help her veil is stuck with bushes on terrace" she says getting his attention. "Ok" he mumbles and was dragged by her to the terrace. The weather turned all dark and windy all of a sudden.

Seems like a thunderstorm was about come. Barq reaches on terrace to find a small figure struggling with her dupatta stuck into some nursery plants. What was she even doing here? That too in such a weather.

He walked towards her, shaking his head. As he leaned to get her dupatta tuck out, she stiffened feeling his hard chest touching to her back.

He removed her dupatta safely. As she turned around, a sudden lighting in the sky made her gasp and squeal. While his eyes stuck at her. Who was looking more beautiful than ever. Barq was witnessing a beauty goddess, throughout his 32 years old life he never noticed a woman with such details. All her features, curves and her breathtaking smile was enough to make him forget his existence.

Another lighting brought him back to conscious. Hearing their laughters and giggles. He looked around them, Noya and Amayra twirling in rain. When did it starting raining?

He ranked his hand in his hair, being all wet in rain. Sighing, he cleared his throat, "lets go downstairs" he called them. Tge two were busy in their own world, dancing in rain. He eyes ranked, her from head to toe.

"Miss Noya you might get sick" he says sighing in defeat, his mind was elsewhere. Imagining her in his arms.

"No! Infact...

Ouch!!!" She ended up slipping and falling down. Amayra gasped and quickly kneeled down to help her. Barq sighed and walked towards them. Without saying a word, he lifted her up in his arms, he stood up. "Amor go and change. I will take care of your annie" he says making her nod and walk downstairs.

Noya stiffened in his arms. "Boss, put me down" she whispered battling her eyelashes. "Why?" He could not help and ask.

"Umm... boss this is so inappropriate, what if someone ..

"I don't care. I am not taking to downstairs but to my room" he says as he walks downstairs to his other room. "But why?" She asked feeling helpless and defeated. He didn't uttered a  anything and walked into his room. That was all dark. Noya's hot breath was fanning on his chest to which he was turning on.

He softly placed her on the bed. His grey eyes were not leaving her. He softly raised his hands, slipping her bra strap under her kameez. Noya stiffened at his antics. His strong and rough fingers brushed her skin made her shiver.

"Your bra straps were visible" he whispered in his husky voice.

"Don't wear traditionals again" he commands making her eyes widened. "Why?" She asked in a small whisper.

He shooked his head, shifting on his toes. He was about to leave, when she held his cuff. "Why? Don't I look beautiful in this outfit? I wore it for the first time! Its beautiful and modest" she says spitting facts.

He closed his eyes in pure frustration. "Don't tell me you are jealous! Because I look more beautiful than your daughter" she giggles at her own words. Barq chuckled with a smirk and turned around. Finding him smirking  Noya gulped nervously. "You should compliment me, you know" she says stammering.

He gave a curtly nod. Leaning down at her level, gripping her chin in between his two fingers. He looked into her eyes, her cheeks turned red and heartbeat quicken. His eyes  goes down to her wet lips. That was demanding his servings. He licked his lips and smashed his lips on her. Making her stiffened and scared.

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