𝕬s if reacting on instinct alone, I was spun around in Taimoor's arms, his body a protective wall between me and our would-be assailant. I was shaking with adrenaline, but he was warm and solid, and I clung to him with relief. He placed his hand on my waist while letting out a slow sigh. I knew his mind well enough to know that he was thinking of all the variables, planning all of the different scenarios to get us out of this situation.

Three life-threatening situations in six months must be some kind of record.

I brushed my fingers against his forearm trying to get control of my erratic breathing, staving off the oncoming anxiety attack. He squeezed me tight, his fingers providing a silver of reassurance as he turned his head and lobbed his words over his shoulder toward the madman wielding the gun.

"What are you doing? Put that away!"

Sound faded out as my gaze focused on Badar. Where had the gun come from? And how had he passed the security check?

Badar's eyes were wild with madness.

"My my my, it took you long enough."

"It was you. It was you all this time," I sucked in a breath, and my whole body went tight.

When he took a step toward me, Taimoor moved us back, his back to me, hands out in front, trying to keep him calm. "What's happening here Badar?"

"Why? Why are you doing this? What-" I couldn't formulate the words, couldn't even string the words together.

"Always asking questions, I'm glad Ghazanfar didn't marry you, Daania. That oaf wouldn't have kept up with your nature," his lips slanted into a perplexed-looking smile, gaze flitting between the gun in his hand and my face.

"How do you know Ghazanfar?" my head cocked right along with my attitude. What was wrong with these men?

Badar chuckled, the sound grating on my nerves.

"How do I not know Ghazanfar? We went to the same school. We grew up together."

There was no doubt in my mind, with the way he looked at me, that he knew about my past- my family. He wasn't lying. There was vehemence in his eyes but also something else. Something I couldn't put my finger on. Something that was so faint, I was more inclined to believe I was imagining it.

"Does he know you're the one-?" I needed to hear it. I needed to hear that he was the one- the one behind all of this.

"Doesn't have a clue. He's been dealing with my associate. It was interesting to see him try and approach me after a visit to your house, no doubt to try and barter for protection. And look at you," he whistled appreciatively. "Having him followed."

"You knew-" Taimoor gritted out, tilting his head, his eyes narrowing. Badar clucked his tongue, his chest puffing out.

"Of course, I knew. It's my job to know."

"I don't understand, why do all of this? Why hurt people? Were you the one who shot her father?" my husband's face remained impassive, even as he stepped up to my side.

"Not directly, but the one who did is in police custody," Badar studied Taimoor for another moment, then his eyes were drawn to me.

"Make this make sense because right now none of this does," Taimoor watched me, not answering, so I asked for him.

"Oh, Daania. I actually liked you. You were different. So full of light. So bright and promising. Hopeful," Badar raised his eyebrows and then shook his head in admonishment.

"How do you know me?" I blurted.

"I know you through your father, through your cousin. I know you through your husband," my husband said nothing, and unfortunately, I could not see what expression he wore.

"This is useless, let her go Badar. Whatever problem you have, it's with me, not her," I stepped up next to Taimoor and took a good look at him. He was wearing his stoney dispassionate face and the longer I gazed at him, the more uneasy I felt.

"Oh I have several problems with you, but right now, my problem is her. Well, it's not just her and it's also your sister-"

Taimoor's face drained of blood.

For the first since I'd known him, he looked pale and terrified and his body rippled with tension, his eyes flicking over to his horror-stricken sister before coming to rest on me. Torn. He was torn. He didn't know how he could protect us both and if the choice came down to it- he would never be able to forgive himself.

So I made the choice for him.

Before Badar could turn to so much look at Zeenia, I shot forward and kicked the door shut, trapping him with us.

Stupid or brave, the verdict was still out.

Badar wouldn't dare to go out once the security officials came. He wouldn't dare to face them. With Scorpio outside, Zeenia would live. And as long as she remained standing, so did our hopes of getting out of here alive.

"Always wanting to save everyone. Saving your father, your family's reputation, saving your sister-in-law, saving your husband, but you keep forgetting," his words cut through me like a sharp blade. "Who's going to save you?"

My breath faltered as I saw the imminent destruction in front of my eyes. The downfall that was sure to come. Taimoor's thumb brushed the inside of my wrist, trying to reassure me and I welcomed the feel of his skin, his pounding pulse roaring against mine as he squeezed me tightly.

"There's always someone Badar. You of all people should know this," my words came out constricted and hesitant from the swirl of emotions strangling me.

"Out of all of them, I think you would be the one to understand me Daania. After all, who better to understand the pain of losing one's legacy than the very woman who was being forced to give up her father's work to someone else?" both Taimoor and I reeled back. Each heavy word carried its own gravity, its own mortal blow.

"I never thought of you as an imaginative person. You've clearly got a knack of making stories-" I knew I was scrambling, but I just didn't know how to hold on to this. Everything was slipping out my hands.

"Don't patronize me!" furious eyes looked into mine, and I felt truly terrified. Him, Ghazanfar...the monsters were real. Like everything I'd seen before, what existed in the world was scarier than anything my mind could conjure. "Don't fucking patronize me. Do you think I can't connect the dots? You think I don't know?"

"You're projecting. Just because you think that's what happened doesn't mean that's what happened," the chaos inside me was going to make my head explode.

"And how did it happen? Tell me. You just happened to get a job at your father's old company? Because you were so qualified right?" he chuckled, coming closer.

"You have no right to say that to her," the deep, gravel voice came from behind me, and the sheer adrenaline coursing through my body, the sheer pain at what Taimoor was going to witness, almost crippled me.

Badar ignored him.

"Tell me Daania."

"I was a hell of a lot more qualified than you are, taking your father's position on the board," I snapped.

"Ah, there we have it. Those famous claws. You really are a spitfire. Tenacious. I like it," the pride in his voice made my stomach clench.

"What do you want Badar?"

He stared at us, his eyes filled with a sick kind of amusement. "Revenge."

"From me?"

"Nope."

"Taimoor?" I asked, and my head beginning to hurt as though someone was hammering my skull from the inside. He shook his head.

"Not directly."

"Okay, then who is it?"

"Ali Mughal."

His words pummeled my chest like a heavy rock, and I gasped.

"Last I heard he was buried six feet under, three years ago," Taimoor's voice carried a strange battle-weary calmness.

"And that's when I knew."

"Knew what?"

"That he died far too peacefully for my liking," with a sigh, Badar crossed his arms, stroking his chin as if studying me. I shook my head in anger and disbelief.

"And this is your form of revenge? To go after people who have nothing to do this? A man who's dead? Who doesn't even exist at this point?"

His lips widened into an evil grin and unadulterated arrogance washed through his expression. "Generational wealth is a thing, isn't it? Why not generational sins?"

"Don't be ridiculous Badar, whatever happened-"

"Was wrong. My mother had her inheritance stolen from her. It was what drove her to marry that man. It's what caused her to live with constant shame and disrespect. Not once, not once did that man ever treat my mother with the respect she deserved, parading his affairs in front of her, making her miserable."

"That man? Are you referring to your father? Your dead father?" Taimoor demanded, his eyes fixed on Badar. Suddenly feeling vulnerable, I captured Taimoor's hand, holding it between my own. There was something wrong here.

"I am referring to the man who pretended to be my father, for my mother's wealth and status. He never belonged on this chair. And the audacity of that piece of shit, he was running for parliament," he shook his head, disgust etched on his face.

What the hell?

"Jalal Talpur was your stepfather?"

"My rich famous father. Wasn't I lucky?" he smirked, but the darkness in his eyes bled into his features and I stepped back, nearly shrinking away.

"You killed him," I went still, the shock of his admission widening my eyes. Feeling my body stiffen, Taimoor's thumb caressed the inside of my wrist, his face still encased in an impassive mask.

"Ding ding ding... I knew you were too smart for this lot," Badar sneered.

"And you attacked my father-"

"Correct."

"Why?"

Lips flat, he stared back at me for a moment, almost disappointed by my question. "Why not? Take a guess Daania."

"You're-"

"Don't say psychotic, don't say insane. You should understand me Daania. You know the lengths we can go to save our family and its legacy," his eyes fluttered, and I was surprised to see them hardened by grief. "We may not be as powerful as the great Mughals here but we deserve to have our own name. Something that lasts after we've turned into ash and dust."

"I could never do what you did to him. I could never do that."

Rolling his eyes, he huffed.

"Couldn't you? Weren't you the one who left your cousin injured and near-death? Surrounded by flames?"

"He tried to kill me..." my soft words only gave him more ammunition.

"And you fought him. You have it in you. We all do. The moment it's someone we love," his hand opened and closed, miming a puff of air. "Logic disappears. Humanity disappears. It's all about survival."

"Is this what you're aiming for? Survival? By killing people?" my heart hammered in my chest, the pain and rage feeding the tempest inside me.

"By avenging my mother. They ruined her, why should they live in peace?" his sharp eyes tracked the emotions that flitted on my face. "I see that makes sense to you. To both of you, I guess we're all similar in those ways, aren't we?"

"Why do you keep saying that?" Taimoor shot back, his body vibrating with unrestrained anger. "What do we have to do with your mother?"

"He thinks your grandfather had something to do with this," I muttered, trying to find a way out of this. My mind slowed to a slug and my body ached and it felt like the hinges in my neck were rusted from the stress blanketing my bones.

"His grandfather cheated my grandfather out of a very lucrative deal. Effectively taking, I call it stealing, his half of the money. They'd made a deal. But like the slimy bastard, your grandfather was, as Mughal's have always been, he managed to slip away, while my grandfather had to face the consequences of his actions."

"Consequences? What could be so terrible to lead you to this?" Taimoor said, and I could tell he was choosing his words carefully.

"He lost his wealth, his reputation, his prestige, and his damn mind!" Badar practically spat the words. "It drove my mother to negotiate with him. See the similarities here? Only she wasn't as smart as you. Got secretly married to the man, didn't tell anyone in her family, and ended up pregnant, without a name to give to her child."

Holy- Oh my God.

Could it be?

"That would make you-"

"A Mughal."

"No-" all of the blood drained from Taimoor's face. "It couldn't be, that would mean-"

In spite of the chaos around us, the weight of shock and truth seemed to stop all the sights, the sounds, the fear, the panic. In all of my scenarios, in every prediction, I'd never considered this.

"That your grandfather was an old man when he knocked up my mother? A fifty-five year old, knocking up a twenty-one-year-old girl. After your grandmother's death, he ended up marrying the daughter of his enemy, and left her when he'd had his fill," he choked out in anger and bitterness. "Sound familiar?"

How did he know? How could he know? It just wasn't possible.

"I don't know what you're referring to."

"The similarities are uncanny, aren't they? It's almost like fate intervened and decided to repeat history. You can see why I'm so fond of you Daania," his low, slow words were almost erotic in nature. I could even see from where I was standing a few feet away that his pupils were dilated with sensual glee. Each statement out of his lips was a toxin, slowly poisoning my thoughts.

I was going to be sick. Absolutely sick.

My teeth chattered.

Beside me, Taimoor went hard with tension, every muscle in his body flexed and ready for action. I could feel the wave of protective energy flowing between us. Taimoor was still holding my hand, but he kept his vice-like grip on my nimble fingers.

My bones could have cracked from the pressure.

"Why did you never go and get a paternity test? Why not name and shame us?"

"Because my poor mother was under the influence of her husband, a marriage your grandfather orchestrated. How better to control his secret child than to have a man control his mother? I didn't even know who I was until he died. Until it was said that his assets were being divided amongst his children and grandchildren," Badar turned his attention back to me, his smile disarming as he took a step closer. "Oh sorry, my bad, the acknowledged children and grandchildren."

"Your mother never told you," I whispered horrified.

"No. She was far too terrified of what would become of her," he said slowly, his eyes hazy with the memories of his past. "And why would she? She had a home, a husband, and a son. Anything else would have threatened her existence. My existence. One Mughal died in questionable circumstances, the other one ended up looking like a monster. She never took that risk with me."

"Why all of this? Why not come to Taimoor?"

Tipping his head, he narrowed his eyes on me. "For what? And how? He barely interacted with anyone in the past seven years."

"Your stepfather-" I didn't bother to look at him but stared off.

"My mothers cousins, was a con man. He was swindling money from you by the way, you should thank me for killing him."

"I'm supposed to thank you?" Taimoor drawled back drily.

Another deep breath and I swallowed around the lump in my throat, trying to keep the conversation on track. "Is that how you got the money? To buy stocks? To invest in smaller shell companies?"

"That money was my birthright. This company is my birthright."

"How is this your birthright?" I didn't know how I found the courage to ask that. He looked and sounded like a radical. For all, I knew he could produce some sort of paperwork to prove his legitimacy.

He turned his gaze on Taimoor.

"I should be second major shareholder after Haider, your father, my half brother."

"Why didn't you go to the courts? To prove your paternity test?" Taimoor squared if his shoulders, his familiar coldness icing the air around us.

"And have the entire country hate me? To live with my soiled reputation? He named everything to his successors during his life," shrewd eyes narrowed on us, and his tongue swept across the edge of his teeth."The will was his final statement. Everything that Haider, Taimoor, Zeenia, and Azaan have was given to them when my father was alive. Legally-"

Thoughts and logic tumbled together forming a coherent picture.

"You can't challenge that. There's no way you'd win that case. The most you'd do was make a dent in a dead man's reputation. You'd be considered an opportunist," I whispered.

"A low life," he threw back.

"Why come after the company?"

Taimoor looked like I was insane, still asking him questions. Talking to him. But I had to know. I had to make sense of all the chaos we'd endured these past months. The puzzle pieces were finally sliding into place, and I wanted the full picture, the clarity.

And I needed to buy us some time.

"Because that wasn't given to anyone one of us," Taimoor said, catching onto my train of thought.

"But he'd given you the shares. The stocks. He'd given you complete control of the company assets. You, your siblings, and your parents, you each own and control portions of the company."

I followed the thread. "So you couldn't challenge that either. Because in the court of law, the most you'd get was a seat on the board or a share in profits-"

"Which I already had. Thanks to the outdated company guidelines."

"You decided that if you had enough shares, a seat on the board, the right name, and the money, you'd be able to stage a takeover. You thought you could persuade people to vote for you, to get you in as the new head. The new Mughal," Taimoor stood thoughtful. Pensive. The unreadable expression on his face prompted a million questions in my mind.

"I knew you were good for something Taimoor. Should I call you beta? It sounds weird calling you that since you're older than me."

Four years. They had a difference of four years between them.

What a mess.

"This is... Badar look, we can work something out, it doesn't have to be this way. Haven't you already suffered enough? Why do this?" he rolled his eyes and tapped the gun to his side and I knew my words were a lost cause, that my plea was falling on deaf ears.

Badar didn't believe me.

For as smart as he could be, deep down he was still human, and he'd twisted the situation until it fit the narrative he desperately desired.

"Legacy. My legacy. This is mine, I deserve this. I actually ended up doing what my father did. Cheating and lying to get to where I am now. The number of times I lied through my teeth, smiled through all the bullshit to get what I wanted. To have people trust me. Do you know what that feels like? To always be sidelined? To be ridiculed at home? Considered to be nothing? Not good enough to be acknowledged by my father. Not good enough to save my mother."

Oh, God-

"I understand-" I pacified, trying to get him to calm down. He shifted back and forth on his feet, getting antsy.

"I don't want you to understand. I want you to see it. Do you see?"

"I do, but you have-"

"No no no, that's the thing," he was reverberating with pain and anger now. "I don't have to do anything. I was on my way to taking over without any bloodshed. I was going to take over the company and that was going to be it. But you-" I felt his anger rising like a tidal wave of pain through his soul. I saw the venom, the hatred flood through him, leaking through his eyes. "You. The never-ending pain in my ass. How many times have I tried to get you out of the way? But you, you stubborn girl, you always managed to surprise me."

"You were the one pulling and twisting the strings."

"Can you imagine? How could that be? Me influencing Ghazanfar? It was shockingly easy. People are so predictable," now he was moving the gun up and the movement made my pulse sky rocket. Besides me Taimoor got ready to fight, pulling me behind him.

"Is all of this worth it? What happens when you walk out of this room?"

"What happened with you was wrong Badar, what my grandfather did was wrong, but we can move past this, you don't have to drag Daania into this," even through the cool drag of his voice, the remorse carried thick in Taimoor's tone.

"Oh but I did. I had to drag her into this. The lynchpin. Your one blind spot," the tiny bumps on my skin hardened, and I swallowed. "It's funny how you're so devoted to her. Always coming to save her, swooping in like a hero. My father and brother have no such traits. Probably because you were raised by your mother. Mothers are like that, I understand-"

"I know you're close to your mother, what she suffered, I can't imagine what she went through-"

"Try. Try to imagine what she went through. An only child who lost her father. They lost the only life she knew because her father's business partner grew greedy. Then, she lost her place in society because she was manipulated into an unwanted marriage and was saddled with a child," even in the approaching darkness, I could see the rage blazing through him like flames. "That's not all, she had to then marry an abusive man of her ex-husband's choice so she could freely move and live in society."

"And do you think doing this is going to help her? Knowing that the son she loved and tried to protect has murdered people?"

His eyes narrowed and the muscle in his jaw ticked. This was the wrong thing to say. The one thing to destroy him altogether. He was a glass hovering at the edge of a table. One tiny push and there'd be no going back. Catastrophe felt imminent.

"We do what we do only to protect the ones we love."

And with those words, he casually raised his gun and aimed right at my chest.

A million thoughts rushed through my mind, but one prominent irony rang clear as a bell: this was poetic justice.

I was brought to life by a Mughal and now, I was now being sentenced to my death by a Mughal.

Before I could blink, Taimoor's fist flew into Badar's jaw, snapping his head sideways, sending him stumbling backward through the gaping windows and onto the balcony. The shit went towards the windows and they cracked, raining glass all over the floor.

The main doors to the room burst open and Scorpio rushed in with a plethora of security guards. They shielded me, gun aimed at Badar, who stood so close to Taimoor that I was terrified a loose bullet would injure the wrong man.

"No... guns," I croaked.

Through the open doors, I could see the rest of the board members staring at the horror unfolding in front of them, their faces were frozen in shock. Zeenia wasn't there, thank God, which meant she was already planning damage control and contacting the authorities.

Taimoor backed Badar against the flimsy guardrail, hands fastened around his throat. Seeing he was outnumbered, Badar pulled the trigger and the shot went wide, hitting the lights over my head. I fell to my feet. One of the guards helped me onto my feet, and I teetered like a drunk. My heart was still banging too hard to hear any of the words they exchanged, but at least, my vision had cleared. Someone in the group outside screamed and Scorpio immediately moved over me, covering me with his body, practically dragging me away.

"Let me go."

"No, we have to get you out of here."

"I can't leave him."

"You're not leaving him-"

The board members started to run from the tussle and the guards around me attempted to move out me out of the conference room, but I dug my heels into the rug, not willing to leave.

The battle behind us was frantic and I was powerless to stop. Taimoor lunged for Badar, faster than he had any right to be, and grabbed at the gun. I had to watch with my breath halted horribly in my lungs. Even though Taimoor tried to wrench away, Badar maintained his grip on his arm. He was stronger than either Taimoor and I expected. Badar pulled the trigger reflexively, and thankfully, the shot went wide. More people screamed and I watched horrified as Badar jerked Taimoor closer, still trying to get his hand off the gun.

The look in his eyes spelled out death.

A thunderous grunt slashed the air, and I flipped. Taimoor gave a grunt of pain, followed by Badar's, and the gun flashed between their hands before it was shaken from Badar's grip.

It clattered loudly to the balcony floor, and Taimoor kicked it away as he clasped a hand over the sleeve covering his forearm. With the weapon gone, it left the two of them glaring at each other and breathing hard. He'd been disarmed, but danger still continued to swirl on the balcony. Both of them glanced down, trying to figure out where the weapon went, scrambling to get to it.

I followed their gazes which was when I noticed the red drips on the concrete. My gasp died on my lips. The room wavered around me.

It was so much worse when he turned to face me.

Taimoor's black suit sleeve was wet, and crimson blood slipped through his fingers, pouring down his wounded arm, dripping from his listless hand.

No. Oh, no.

I couldn't breathe. Never in my life had I felt this kind of fear. My heart thudded to a stop. My chest felt like it was caving in.

Badar took advantage of the distraction and punched Taimoor in the face. He was putting one hell of a force behind his hits. Taimoor managed to get his arm up to block his next punch, and the impact of the blow sent him sliding back several inches. Badar slammed his fist into his stomach, and he wheezed. While Taimoor was a proficient fighter, Badar's manic revenge was causing him to land blow after blow in rapid succession, fast and hard like a freight train, and Taimoor was hampered because even though he was bigger in size, he was injured.

"Stop," I yelled as Taimoor dodged a right hook and caught Badar's arm, using his momentum to send him spinning away from me as he tried to come after me. Taimoor finally got a good grip on his wrist and brought his arm down onto Badar's knee and he howled.

He swung again, but this time, Taimoor was ready. He ducked under the punch and hammered a left hook into his side. Badar bent over with a curse, but it was not enough to do more than slow him down.

"No!"

That sound had come from Taimoor.

He stood to the side, so I couldn't understand what happened, but Taimoor's expression was enough to give me genuine fear. My pulse knifed through me, blighting the gasp tearing up my throat, transforming it into a frozen puff of air. No one moved. No one said a word. My heart wasn't working, and neither were my lungs.

But Badar didn't listen.

Taimoor kept trying to create space between them, but it was no use. Too wrapped in his revenge, Badar wasn't giving him any room to breathe. It was taking everything for Taimoor to have to keep Badar's fists away from his face.

As if in slow motion, he wound up for a punch that could possibly knock Taimoor out if it landed but he'd misjudged his proximity to the broken balcony. Either from the force of his body or from the wind, Badar teetered on the edge, arms windmilling as he tried to find his balance.

Time slowed down to a halt.

"No, no-" his desperate eyes met ours."Please, save me."

My mouth opened in a gasp and I lurched in Scorpio's steel arms.

He was not to the point of no return yet. Taimoor darted forward, determined on grabbing his arm, his shirt, something. No matter what kind of monster he was, no one deserved to go out like this.

Badar made contact with Taimoor's hands, his fingers catching him and pulling on his arm.

And all of a sudden, as if switching faces, he grinned, pulled at his shoulders, and turned, shoving him away.

I should have screamed. It seemed like the natural thing to do. But I was too shocked to even move. My feet were stuck to the floor like the thick roots of an oak tree, buried deep despite the storm happening within the conference room.

Shifting my gaze back to Taimoor, I searched for assurance. Hope. The safety and security that I'd come to expect in him. Instead, he stared up at me, I saw something swirling in his eye that I had never seen before in this formidable man. It stirred a thick, black dread in the very pit of my stomach.

Fear.

Taimoor stared at me, shock sliding over his features. It was only a second, but I felt forever in his gaze. So many things left unsaid. So many promises that were yet to be kept. A lifetime to be lived in those eyes.

I know you were made for me.

I didn't know what was happening around me, and I didn't care. I was certain I would care about nothing for a long, long time.

I was ripped from the world and lost in sensations. I imagined his lips on mine. I imagined his whispered promises. I imagined him holding chubby little fingers and playing with our children, commandeering the family dinners. I imagined giving him the home he so desperately needed. I imagined him loving me the way I desperately craved.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

The words clogged my throat and the disorienting feeling of regret and heartache was the first to slam into me.

Then-utter terror.

A cold branching fear spread inside my chest. Every muscle in my body trembled. Every cell burned. No. A shield of denial had me shaking my head. No. Not him. Not him. He couldn't die. Not when we'd survived. Not when we'd won.

Panic stirred inside of me, reality sitting on the fringes, waiting to pull me under the surface and drown me.

Between one blink and the next, the whoosh of air and a fading yell of surprise, I stared at the broken railing, at the empty dark blue air, at the lights twinkling in the distance. Silence. So much silence when I needed the solid thud of his heart against my hands, to feel his voice against my skin. But he couldn't. He couldn't because I hadn't, and we hadn't had the time to...

The pain twisted in my stomach, ripping and scratching at my insides with furious determination. I rested my hand there and tipped my head back, tears streaming down my temples.

Too much. It was too much pain.

My eyes burned then flooded, that chasm inside me too large, too overpowering, too much to bear. Tears streamed down my face, hearing the tortured silence around me. It singed each breath, eroded my bones, and sliced at my skin.

I finally located my voice, and it shredded my throat as my scream soared out of me. I let out a battle cry, but the wind snatched it away, whipping my hair as it did so, the gust sweeping everything up into inky darkness, except the lone figure at the edge.

Only one man remained standing on the balcony.

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