Kamran's POV:

She was sleeping or rather knocked out unconscious peacefully in the passenger seat. I had double strapped her to the seat to make sure she didn't slide or fall when I pressed on the brakes. Or try to make a run for it when she actually does wake up.

On the safe side, I taped her hands and feet too. I made sure not to cut her blood circulation off though. The guilt I felt when I placed the tape on the scars on her wrist almost suffocated me. Almost. But then I realised that losing her would choke me more. I had to weigh the pros and cons. And so here we were.

She is currently tied to the passenger seat of Wassal's car. What an ironic scenario.

Going to Wassal's place with her like this is a terrible idea but I really need to return the car and grab my own from his garage. I feel most comfortable in my own car. It has been parked in his villa since Ibraheem's wedding. I don't know how he will react, his moral compass is more skewed than mine so I doubt there would be any problems. Even if there are, I will handle it.

The automatic gates to Wassal's place slid open, allowing me to park the car in his garage right beside mine. He had gotten it washed and polished. Nice.

I gave one last look at Zoya who was still unconscious and then stepped out to greet Wassal. The mirrors of his car were darker than any shade of black I had seen. I had no idea how or why he was allowed to keep them this dark but it worked in my favour. No wandering eyes landed on Zoya during the drive here. Maybe I should get my cars tinted like this too.

I sounded like a villain. I probably had become one because of the little spitfire sleeping in the car right now.

"Were you busy when I called, little one?" Wassal seemed very laid back today. As if he had just woken up from the best sleep of his life or something.

"Not really." I muttered. My eyes were trained on the car mirrors as if I would be able to see her moving through them. They were so opaque though that I couldn't see shit. It was making me anxious. What if she had woken up? What if she feels hot? Or gets a panic attack? I did turn the A.C on the low to make sure she doesn't feel suffocated.

"Is there someone in the car?" I flinched and gave myself away. Suddenly, the look on Wassal's face turned dangerously more playful. "Oh? Are we expecting a guest? Should I ask the cook to prepare something?"

"No need. She already ate." I lied. I remember Rafay had asked her for lunch. I will have to force feed her myself. Maybe I won't. She is a foodie. She can get hungry in the most bizarre scenarios.

A part of me didn't want to show Zoya to Wassal. Maybe it was my possessive need to keep her away from everyone. Especially my own cousins who I knew were as crazy as me, if not, more.

Wassal isn't a threat to her though, I highly doubt that. He has never shown much interest in other women. Atleast, I have never seen him. The last time he wasn't hostile to a woman was when Kainat was still around. Suddenly remembering my dear sister constricted my heart.

"She?" Wassal sounded amused. I snapped back to him. He started to make his way towards the car door. It was a two seater so he made his way to the passenger seat. I wanted to stop him but there wasn't a way to get out of it. I took a few long strides and made it to the passenger seat door before he could. He rose his eyebrow at me and I grabbed the door handle.

I don't know what I was expecting but getting headbutted by Zoya wasn't in any of those scenarios. I groaned as I took a step back.

What was her forehead made of? It felt like someone hit my head with a brick. She tried to wiggle out of the seatbelt but it failed. She stilled the moment her eyes met with Wassal's.

There was a few seconds of eye contact between them. Longer eye contact than Wassal has ever maintained with a female. Wassal looked calm, even amused at Zoya while Zoya looked like a feral and alert wildcat about to scratch Wassal or my face off.

I don't mind her scratching me anywhere but that rule applied only to me. She can leave her nail marks anywhere. I stopped my train of thought immediately. Not the time, Kamran. Not the time at all.

"Ah, you are the girl from that night. The runner. I am Wassal Khan Narejo. Kamran's paternal cousin and older brother." Wassal introduced himself, completely unfazed by Zoya who was hissing at him. "And you are?"

"Men kyun bataoun? (Why should I tell you?)" Zoya gritted and the smile on Wassal's face just got larger. Odd. He wasn't one to take counters happily. His black eyes that seemed the same shade as the car tint almost looked alive in a way I couldn't describe.

"Are you sure about that?" Did Zoya just shudder? And why is Wassal actually enjoying this conversation?

"Absolutely. I will go down in glory." A determined look flashed her face and then disappeared immediately. What was that supposed to mean? It was bothering me that the two of them were lost in their own world without acknowledging my presence at all.

"Do you guys know each other?" Zoya's wide eyes turned to me. Finally. She remembered I was there. She looked like she wanted to say something but Wassal beat her to it.

"Yes. We had the fortune of running into each other on Ibraheem's wedding. Wasn't it lovely?"

"I would rather drink acid than remember that." Zoya spit out and turned her face away.

"Where are you taking her?" Wassal turned his attention to me as if she didn't exist anymore.

"Wherever he wants. You don't need to know a thing, Wassal." Zoya started to struggle again and I sighed as I tried to grab her and carry her to my own car.

"I am actually not sure." I lied. Zoya's response had pleased me for some reason. I was sure about where I wanted to take her. I had the place prepared for this but for some reason I didn't want to tell him now or ever. Just a gut feeling. His interest in Zoya had annoyed me.

"Alright, if you ever need any help, you can call me up."

"Yeah right, like I will let that happen." Zoya countered and the smile on Wassal's face finally dropped. Well, that is my cue to leave. It wasn't an overstatement when I said that out of the Narejo cousins, Wassal was the craziest of the lot.

I undid Zoya's seatbelts and picked her up over my shoulder while she continued to wiggle and break free. Her interaction with Wassal was grating on my nerves. I didn't want the two of them to interact any longer or better yet even look at each other.

"I am not even going to ask you to let me down. You are not going to listen, are you?" Zoya muttered in annoyance.

"Yes, good that you know."

"Should I still try screaming?" It was cute of her to ask.

"No point in that. This is a gated community. You can scream all you want when it's just the two of us."

"You need therapy, Kamran. You and him."  The calm facade was slowly dropping. I didn't want another man to focus on her so much. I didn't want her to pay attention to someone else while I am there either.

The moment I placed Zoya in my car and she tried to headbutt me again, I did something I knew I would regret. I knocked her unconscious again.

Zoya's POV:

My hands were tied behind my back while my legs were tied together with rope too. I tried to break free but it was useless. The ropes burned my skin. I was surprisingly on some soft surface though. Was that a mattress underneath me? And silk sheets? What kind of fifty shades of grey bullshit was this?

Shit, how did I get myself into this? If only I had known that something like this could happen. If only I had seen it coming. I never should have gone back to Karachi. Was I finally going to die?

The sack on top of my head made it harder to breathe. I was starting to hyperventilate but then I heard footsteps. Someone took off the sack from my head and I felt like I was seeing death itself as it all came back rushing to me. His brown eyes seemed dark. A little too dark for comfort.

"Hello Anushay, or should I say Zoya?" The deathly smile sent shivers down my spine, scaring me to the bone. "It's a pity. You almost got away."

"Damn it, Sher, are you out of your mind?"

"One hundred percent."

Author's Note:

Hello and Asalam o Alaikum lovelies. So this is related to the epilogue of the second book. Who was able to guess that it was infact Kamran who had kidnapped her?

Also, all those messaging me privately for my Instagram ID. I repeat, it is @asfarnoor. The same as my wattpad username. I post most of my updates there.