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Inarah's POV,
I stood on the balcony of my bedroom staring into the dark sky, engulfed in the aroma of the earth wetting with the unseasonal rain as some water droplets showered over me. It was my favorite way of relaxation but today...even that wasn't enough to soothe my aching heart.

Heena sat beside me and wrapped her arms around me resting her chin on my shoulders. I couldn't even manage a fake smile. I was just soo numb. The ache in my heart was breaking my every will to even move...or breathe.

He crushed my innocent heart below his shoe like a bug walking all over me like a wasted piece of paper. My Zayaan...he murdered my heart and soul. I felt like a lifeless doll.

"Inu..." She called out softly.

Wiping my tears which I didn't even realize were cascading down my cheeks, she stood in front of me

"Why did he do that Heenu? I love him...why?" My voice broke.

"Look at me... please. Don't be like this... you're scaring me." She sobbed with me. I turned to her and sank my head on her shoulder breaking down.

"I love him Heenu... I'm soo pathetic! I need him...Even after what I saw, I can't be without him... please Heenu do something...just put me out of this misery... I don't want a life without him... just...just kill me... please..."

"No! Please don't say such terrifying things Inu. We all are right here...for you and we all love you. I love you, my darling sister. Please don't say that..." She cried too hugging me tighter.

"That scumbag! I'll make him regret making you cry like this.

Heena's POV,

My driver opened the door of the SUV as I stepped out looking at the tall building owned by that jerk who broke my sister's heart. Huh! All this he has is thanks to the company he works at yet he has the audacity to belittle my girl who'll soon be the owner of that empire...or could've been. I stormed into the reception hall and banged my hand on the table startling the receptionist.

"Um... excuse me! How may I help you?" She questioned acting all sweet hiding her shock.

"Where's that jerk-faced boss of yours? I want to see him." I demanded.

She blinked at my valorous remark.

"Uh...he said he didn't want to meet anyone today." She replied rather shook.

"Like hell, I care about that. I'm Heena Junaid Khan! And I don't need his permission to see him. If he doesn't have the balls to see me then I'll go to him myself." I announced and stormed towards the lift ignoring all her protests and requests.

As soon as the lift door to his lavish two-story penthouse opened two bodyguards pointed their revolvers at me. I was scared out of my mind, but I tried my best not to show up and stood my ground.

"Who is it?" I heard a husky voice approaching. A handsome guy looked at me. His intense brown eyes scrutinized me from a distance. He strode towards me and I stood tall. A smirk played on his lips.

"Ah, Heena right? Put your guns down. She's Inarah's friend. Let her in." He said authoritatively and the men complied. I cleared my throat and walked in. I'd seen him a couple of times before with Zayaan. His name was Asad I guess. Inu mentions him sometimes. He's quite the flirt I've heard. Undeniably handsome too.

"It's been a while since I saw you. Are you..."

"That manipulating scumbag... hypocritical narcissist! Zayaan Hashmi where is he?!" I yelled.

The guy's jaw dropped at my words, but soon he had that smug back on his face.
"Now now sweetheart. You do realize saying something so vile about our boss can have some real dire consequences, don't you?" his voice was gentle, laced with a threat like sweet poison.

I rolled my eyes.
"I don't give a shit about it! He broke my Inu's heart and I'm not leaving until I get my answers as to why?" I demanded seething.

A door to a room opened catching both our attention and revealing the devil himself. I scowled at him.

"Let her in." He told and went back in.

Asad looked at me opening his mouth to speak.
"I can walk myself thanks!" I snapped and walked right in.

He sat on his seat in the study on the other side of the table. I glared at him, but he had that usual poker face on.
"What is it that you wanted to see me about?" He asked in his calm demeanor.

I looked at him amazed. Is he really asking me that?
"How dare you make my Inarah cry? How dare you do something like that with her? She was so excited to see you...and you broke..."

"She deserved it. Walking in at the wrong moment, saying something soo childish." He shrugged like it was nothing.

"Childish?! She LOVES YOU?! Even if you can't return her feelings, you have no right to act like such a jerk to her. She's soo broken-hearted, she's crying nonstop, she's like a lifeless doll. She even told Aunty she'd marry whoever they like and would even give up on the company...her dream, her father's dream?! Do you have any idea how much you've broken her with just your words?!" I was screaming.

Zayaan's POV,
Her words felt like bullets piercing through my heart. I could imagine what my Inarah must be going through, I've seen her. Every ounce of pain that she feels because of me...was like a punishment for me too. I had no choice though. I broke her I know...but she's not suffering alone.

"Our old Inarah is lost somewhere thanks to you." She said finally as her voice shook.

Oh, Inarah!

"That's not my problem," I answered in a harsh tone camouflaging how those words were burning my tongue and received a much-expected look of shock.

"Then why did you kiss her?"

Because I love her!

"I was just playing along. She kissed me first...so I just took advantage of the moment." I shrugged.

"I knew it!" She spat in an acidic tone. "All this time I was always against her love for you. While she sang your praises and swooned over you. I always hated that... I hated you because I knew you didn't deserve it. All these years she had been madly in love with you and she still is...but you never felt anything for her huh? You're just a selfish dick who only cares about his pleasure." Her words spat venom.

She was right... I didn't deserve her.

"It's a good thing she's getting married. I hope she finds a good guy who actually deserves her, respects her, and loves her unlike you who only knew to take advantage of her. And I hope you can go fuck with your prostitutes and die of AIDS or something." She grimaced and turned to her heels slamming the door behind her.

I sank my head on the table as soon as she left. It was throbbing like hell. I missed her... I wanted to see her, hear her voice... something. My heart burned with agony. She was suffering because of me... I broke her heart.

Heena's POV,
I gasped as I collided with Asad standing like a ghost outside the door. When I looked up at him, his eyes didn't have that playful mirth in them like before. They looked sad and...intense. I gulped.

"She's not the only one suffering Heena." He said in a low deep voice and turned to leave, just like that.

What did he mean by that?

Inarah's POV,

I had a blind date with another guy today. A lunch date. He was a doctor who owned one of the biggest hospitals in India. A surgeon. Rahil Naqvi. I'd heard he was a humble, down-to-earth man. He was 26...just a year younger than Zayaan.

Shit! I'm still reminded of him?!

He stood up as soon as he saw me approaching the table. He seemed nervous and when I reached the table he just gaped at me with his mouth open.
"Wow...so beautiful." He breathed. I smiled a little or rather forced one.

"Oh... I'm sorry. I was just so enthralled by your beauty that... I... I mean, you're soo beautiful... I mean... please have a seat." He stammered smiling, nervously rubbing his nape.

I took my seat as the waiter pulled the chair out for me. He's soo shy and doesn't seem like a doctor at all. Although, when guys act soo shy it's kinda cute. He smiled warmly at me taking his seat in front of me. He's got the looks. He's tall, kinda fair, and has that puffy hair and a short beard. He has black eyes but not as deep as Zayaan's.

Oh God! Not again! I'm with another guy for crying out loud!

"So..uh...you are a finance major?" He asked.

"Yeah, I just completed my graduation," I replied.

"I see...uh... why don't we go ahead and order then?"

"Sure"

"What's your favorite kinda food?" He asked as I looked at the menu.

"Italian and Chinese. Sometimes Indian too." I replied monotonously.

"Ah. How diverse! I just love Indian food. Those foreign cuisines are not soo appetizing to me. As I've lived in London almost all my life, I crave Indian food a lot."
"But...if you like we can order something else." He quickly retracted.

"No anything is fine."

We ordered our food and then there was an awkward silence.

Zayaan loves Indian food too and he hates Italian and Chinese food. I love spaghetti bolognese, but he hates it the most saying,
"Rice is for people noodles is for kids who want to play with ropes."
(A/N- I know it's not funny. Don't hate)

"Hey, Inarah!" Rahil snapped me out of my thoughts. Why can't I stop thinking about him?!

"Yeah!" I managed a smile.

"Lost somewhere? Or maybe at someone." His eyes seemed mischievous as he asked me that.

"Oh, not at all." I gave my business smile.
"I was about to ask you, why don't you tell me something about yourself," I rebounded.
"I hope this question doesn't sound like a business interview question to you or something."

He chuckled.
"Of course not. That's why we're here right? Getting to know each other better. Ok, so...uh... I'm an only child, I've spent most of my life in London right from high school to medical college. I was a student at The Imperial College of London. Then I decided to come back to India to practice taking over my father's hospital. I just came back a few months ago." He informed.

"But I've heard your Dad isn't a doctor," I asked before sipping my water.

"Yeah, he's a businessman. He wanted it all set for me when I came back to India so he built a hospital for me hiring the best medical professionals our country has to offer."

"Oh... I see."

"What about you?" He asked tilting his head. "I've heard you will be taking over the Qureshi Group."

Yeah, that dream came crashing down when you came and sat here.

"Not anymore. When I get married, I won't be the one owning the company right?" I said camouflaging the spite in my voice with a smile.

"Why not?" He asked leaning his arms on the table.

Tsk! Why is he playing dumb? If he marries me he becomes the Chairman of the company. He knows that very well

"What do you mean why not?"

"Ah, don't tell me, just because you get married your company goes to your husband or something. Please! What century are you living in? What's yours should only belong to you. Even if we do get married, I'm a doctor, I know nothing about this business and handling a company. I'm satisfied with my hospital. You should be the one to take over once you're ready.... because you're the heir and it rightfully belongs to you."

I just gaped at him dumbfounded. Did he mean it?

"Ah, the food is here." He rubbed his hands excitedly looking past me. We ended up ordering Indian food after all.

Does he not care about taking over the Qureshi group? That's impossible.

"Hey, Rahil," I called.

"Ye... yeah." He stammered.
"Um...the way you took my name...it kinda made my heart skip." He grinned shyly putting a hand on his chest.

I wanted to roll my eyes, but I ended up smiling. I've heard a lot of flirty lines like that...but, he's different.

"So, you were saying?" He asked pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Why do you want to marry me? Don't tell me because I'm beautiful and I can be a trophy wife." I scoffed.

"Of course not. Well, you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen no doubt about that, but... that's not the only reason. I was actually intrigued by you." He said looking straight unto my eyes.

"Intrigued?"

He nodded.
"I've heard a lot about you. You're soo young and still learning but your contribution to your business and company is spectacular. I've heard that some of the major projects owned by the Qureshi group are your brainchild. Unlike other rich kids who only know to play and carelessly spend their parents' money, you're smart, hard-working, and soo cool. You even have a golden heart and love doing charity. You do what you like not caring how the world perceives you or judges you. You're honest with yourself and the world and I respect that soo much. In short, your Amazing Inarah Qureshi."

His words brought a smile to my face. This guy...he really is interested in me for who I am?

"Another important thing I'd like to ask, how many times do you pray Salah?"

He looked at me weirdly. I frowned. Don't tell me he's just like that jerk too

"Is that even a question? 5 times of course. Although, If I have a duty or urgent surgery I sadly have to delay my Salah. It's frustrating." He said with a click of his tongue in discontent.

I blinked at him in disbelief. Is he serious? Unbelievable!

"What about you Inarah? How many times do you pray?"

I was dumbfounded now and felt soo guilty. He chuckled softly.

"It's ok. You'd learn to be more persistent in my company. I don't wanna brag but I do have that effect on people." He said with a charming smile.

"Is that so," I said.

"You know I can be mean and sarcastic at times," I warned him giving him a chance to repel from me.

He grinned.
"That's my favorite part." He whispered leaning closer.

I giggled and was surprised at my own reaction. Inarah Qureshi has never been charmed like that by any other guy up until now...can this guy be able to change that?

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I sat for dinner with silence our companion.

"Baby, how did it go with Rahil?" Mom asked curiously breaking the silence.

I looked up at my family's curious faces.

"He's... interesting," I just said.

Mom smiled relieved looking at Dad then turned to me again excitedly.
"So, would you like to have another meeting with him?" She asked carefully worried about my answer.

I stayed silent for a moment taking my sweet time chewing on the mouthful, creating a bit of suspense then smiled.
"I would love to."

"Oh, ThankGod!" Mom hugged me with glee.

"Ah, when did my baby girl grow up soo fast?" Dad asked looking at me lovingly.
"Although, no need to be hasty darling. Take your time with him and if he dares to try anything..."
Dad began angrily.

"I'll tell him that my Dad is a very tough man who can crush his bones with a tight hug," I said giving him a thumbs up.

"That's my girl!" He chuckled.

I smiled too seeing my family's smiling faces.

Maybe it's time for me to move on too. Forget about Zayaan and start fresh and maybe, Rahil can be the one to help me with it...by being my new beginning.....

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Assalamualaikum Everyone!

So Inarah has finally decided to move on. What do you think is this a good decision? Should she give this new guy a chance?

Who's this Rahil guy?
What do you guys think?

What about Zayaan then? Will he really be ok with all this? Will he really let Inarah go?

Keep reading to find out.