Zoya's POV:

I still couldn't believe Ibraheem that psychopath had married Misha. I knew life was unpredictable but this was just reaching a whole new level. I had no idea how we were going to deal with that situation but first things first, I needed to get this emotionless human stone off my back. I kept my face towards the road while casting a side way glance at Kamran who was driving without saying a word.

All things aside, his car was extraordinarily comfortable and spacious. A BMV is a BMV indeed. I reclined into his seat and took off my shoes as I decided to sit cross legged cause my legs were cramping up. In that moment, I saw Kamran turn to me with a look of mild revulsion as he eyed my legs. What? Were my legs too chubby for him? Does it look like I gave a damn though?

"What? My legs are not your type? Did Anushay have sticks for legs?" I glowered at him as I maintained my sitting position.

"No, your legs are fine. Can you put your feet back down?" I heard him say. He completely ignored my questions though. He looked like he wanted to grit his teeth or something. What was the matter with him?

"Why? I am comfortable like this. Plus, you have a lot of space. It's not like I am bothering you." I inquired as he continued to glance at my legs and then back at the road. "If I am bothering you, you can drop me to the nearest store and I can just call an Uber." I offered innocently and I saw him clench his jaw.

"No, absolutely not. It's just, forget it." He frowned and then decided to look away from my legs. Oh, it's not my legs that are the issue. Is he worried about his car? I grinned widely and he gave me a suspicious look before turning his attention back on the road.

"Why are you smiling?" He frowned. Damn, I really wanted to mess with him right now. I wonder what other expressions he can make. I wanted to test a theory with him. I could feel the devil within me awakening.

"Oh, I was just wondering whether....OH MY GOD LOOK IN THE FRONT!" I screamed in horror. An artificial shriek of course. As expected, Kamran hit the brakes on reflex and I used that excuse to move forward and smeared my lipstick all over the car dashboard before moving back as well. I wiped the dark pink lipstick on the dashboard as I looked at him apologetically. "Oh sorry, I thought I saw a car coming towards us."

In all the five or more years I had seen him, this was the most expressive face he had on right now. He looked horrified as he saw me wiping the lipstick off his luxurious dashboard. So I was right, he really loved his car, huh? He was one of those guys. Shahbaz, my brother had the same issue. He hated it when I ate in his car or did anything he considered 'unhygienic' in his car. I smirked inwardly. This just made things easier for me. He grabbed my wrist that was rubbing the dashboard tightly but not painfully and carefully moved it away while his other hand gripped the steering wheel tightly.

"Don't touch it anymore. I will handle it. Just don't touch it." I heard him say in contained rage. He slowly let go of my wrist as I nodded. Shit, this was too fun.

"Are you sure? It left a pretty dark mark." I questioned looking at the smeared lipstick mark. I am pretty sure he wanted to strangle me or smash my head in the same place now. Or better yet, just kick me out of his sacred car. I was hoping he did that. It would mean, I won't have to deal with him anymore. Should I push him some more? But what if he actually kills me? Only one way to find out.

Kamran's POV:

"It's fine." I replied through gritted teeth. Bear it, Kamran. Just bear it till you find out who she really is. I just need to find out this now. If she is Anushay, I don't mind if she pukes all over my car or sets it on fire. She can wreck all my cars but if she is not her, I am going to run her over with this very car. She doesn't even look sorry. In fact, the way she is grinning, she looks like she did this intentionally. I felt my grip tighten on the steering wheel. Control.

"Oh okay. You know, you have a really sweet ride." I was about to smile in triumph at the compliment until I saw her next move. Did she just put her fucking leg on my fucking dashboard? What does she think this is? Her lounge? Hasn't anyone taught her manners? I would have appreciated the shape of her legs but the fact that she was using my car's dashboard as her stretching cushion made me want to throw her out of my car this very second. This little....she was expecting a reaction out of me. I could see her looking at me expectantly. Don't let it get to you, Kamran.

Calm down. Just get this over with. Find what you are looking for. I restarted the car and started to drive slowly as I looked at her for answers. Ignore the leg. Ignore the leg that you want to chop off. Ignore it. I needed to observe her reactions to know the real answers. That is all that matters.

"How exactly did you get that injury? The one on your wrist?" I heard her sigh. Was I making her uncomfortable? Good. She deserves that much. I maintained my poker face while looking at her reaction.

"I don't remember. It had happened so many years ago." She was dodging the question. Her hesitancy meant she knew how it had happened in reality.

"Do you remember how old you were when it happened?" She wanted to play this game? Did she think I would give up this easy? She had no clue.

"I don't know man. Probably eight or nine?" She replied casually. Well, she didn't lie about that. Anushay was nine when she got that injury. "What does that have to do with anything?" I ignored her question along with her leg that kept moving left and right as I proceeded to the next question.

"Why did you go to study abroad at such a young age?" I heard her gape at me for a fraction of second before turning back normal. She started to look at her nails as she replied.

"My family wanted me to study abroad because they thought the quality of education was better there but when I didn't adjust in the foreign environment, I came back. Does that answer your question?" She sounded impatient. Good. It was easy to break her façade then.

"Have you ever been to Karachi?" This was a pivotal question. I met Anushay in Karachi after all.

"Multiple times." Her vague reply was starting to piss me off.

"As a child as well?" Come on. A little crack will work as well. As long as I can break the calm demeanor she has created around her. I just need to see an opening.

"Probably. Look dude, what are you trying to achieve by asking me these questions? I am telling you, I am not Anushay." Her impatience was fluctuating.

"Do you ever recall making any friends in Karachi as a child? A boy? A year or two older than you?" I was holding onto thin strands here.

"I make friends everywhere I go. I don't remember every single one of them. Especially not the ones I made in childhood." She really wasn't going to budge or maybe she was right. She really wasn't Anushay. I was holding onto a false hope here. Just because they had the same injury on their wrist didn't mean they were same people. Maybe, I just lost myself in that moment. Maybe, she wasn't Anushay. "Does this answer all your questions?"

Think about it Kamran. The girl you met in childhood is too different from this woman sitting beside you. Nothing about her is similar to her. Maybe, the obsession has finally made you crazy. Maybe I should stop grasping at every little hint. This chase has gone on for too long. It's been over ten years. No way will you find her again. No way can this Zoya be my Anushay.

"Yeah." I sighed tiredly as I looked towards the road. I was turning to her road now. This was it. I had to let go of Zoya. She was the closest I had known to Anushay but she wasn't her.

Zoya's POV:

The air suddenly turned gloomy. Kamran was awfully silent which was a good and bad sign. Good because it meant no more interrogation and bad because I had no idea what he was thinking. Shit, I was so close to breaking my calm demeanor. If he had asked one more question, I would have probably not been able to conceal my shock and changing expressions. I knew he was observing me quite carefully.

I had lied about going to Karachi multiple times. I had only gone there once. As a child. After that incident, my brothers and father made sure I never stepped in Karachi again. For my own safety. So I had absolutely no idea how he knew I had gone to Karachi as a child. I also lied about the reason I went abroad but there was no way I could tell him the real reason. Limited people knew the real reason and I knew all of them were trusted individuals who would never tell another soul. 

Somehow all of this is related to that injury on my wrist. I looked down at it. I really didn't remember how I got it. All I remember was I saved someone or something. Maybe the trauma of that incident made me forget all the important events that happened prior to it including how I got this injury. There are always these spaces in my memory lane from that time and I would rather not go down it again.

Well, no point in thinking about it.

"So does this mean you are letting me go now?" I turned to him with a wide smile, trying to decode what he was thinking but his poker face was one of the best I had seen apart from Rubab's. I turned back towards the road that led to my house. Almost there and then I saw them. Saad, Danish and Zain were standing around my car with their car parked beside mine. MY ABANONED CAR. OH SHIT. OH SHIT. OH SHIT. What the hell are they doing here?

"KAMRAN, STOP THE CAR!" Kamran stopped the car and I got out. Shit, what do I tell them? All three of them turned to me. Danish was looking inside the car while Saad and Zain were standing in front of it. Yes, they were all open minded but they were super protective about me especially Saad. All three of them turned to look at me.

"Zoya?" Saad narrowed his eyes at me. Eeeeek.

"Hi guys!" I tried to control the panic in my voice as I tried my best to walk normally towards them.

"Where were you? It's almost ten. Why is your car parked here?" And his inquiry began. Saad then turned to Kamran with his arms crossed. Kamran, that idiot had stepped out of the car as well. "Who is this?"

"Oh, um, some stuff came up. This is my friend, Kamran." I introduced in a haste as I signaled Kamran to fuck off but he stood rooted to his spot.

"Friend? How come I have never heard of him?" Danish stepped forward behind Saad as he eyed Kamran from head to toe.

"Oh, we became friends recently. Kamran, you should go now." My heart beat was picking pace now. Kamran looked at me and I gave him a semi pleading look. I really didn't want to give an explanation right now. He nodded at me. Good. He was leaving. I sighed in relief.

"Bye Zoya. And about your question from before, you are not Anushay so I won't be bothering you from now on." Kamran waved his hand as he walked towards his car. I felt my heart stop when he said that name in front of them. Please don't notice Saad. Please don't notice Zain. Please don't notice Danish. Please don't notice the name that Kamran just said.

"Zoya, why did he call you Anushay? I thought you had your name changed years ago." Zain was the one to break the silence. Fuck. I saw Kamran stop. He paused as he turned around. "I thought no one knew that you were Anushay anymore."

"Zain, shut up please." I begged him as I carefully took a step back. Shit, shit, shit. The look on Kamran's face was probably the most expressive thing I had seen and yet I couldn't tell what it meant at all.

"So you were Anushay after all." He said in such a calm tone that I felt a chill run down my spine.

"Zoya, what is the meaning of this? Who the hell is he? You would never tell your friend this." Saad's protectiveness had emerged. Oh no, this was not going in a good direction.

"Uh, it's nothing." My head was spinning. "Kamran, leave. Now."

"Anushay, or should I say Zoya, come here." Kamran said as he put his hand towards me. Oh, you have got to be kidding me.

"Listen, you better get lost or we will remove you from here forcefully." Danish said as he stepped towards Kamran. I gulped. Kamran looked at me and then took out his pistol and aimed it at Danish. The moment Kamran took out his gun, Danish, Zain and Saad took out their own revolvers and aimed them at Kamran. Yep, this was what I was worried about.

Just great. 

Author's Note:

How are we all feeling about this? I told you it would be a very happening chapter lol. 

What do you think happened in Zoya's childhood for her change her name from Anushay to Zoya? Any guesses?