Inarah's POV,
I kept pacing the living room trying to think of a way to meet Geetanjali. There's no way I could go to a place like a brothel to meet her. And even if I do manage, Zayaan will kill me.
I could buy that place....but then mom and dad will kill me as the news will spread like wildfire and it would ruin the Qureshi Group's reputation.
In every case, I die. So I need to find a way to stay alive while keeping our love sick brother alive too. And that's only possible if we sort things out with His Geeta.

"Bhabhi, please sit down. I'm getting dizzy just watching you." Raghav said stressed as he was sitting on the couch along with Wafeeq.

"Is there no way we can get her to meet us?" I asked sinking on the single sofa.

"Sorry bhabhi, but Latifah Bano knows everyone of us. Even if we go there pretending to be customers, she'd immediately find out that we're Uddhav's friends." Wafeeq said with a strained expression.

I sighed.
"Why do you perverts even go to a brothel soo much?" I questioned irritated.

"It's not what you think!" They both defensively implored in unison.

I shook my head.
"Forget it....ugh! Is there no one among you who has never been in front of that Bano or she doesn't know that person?"

We all scratched our brains for a while and suddenly a light bulb lit in all 3 of us...

"Ridhwan!"

****
"You crazy people want me to do what?" Ridhwan said in his usual poker face as he adjusted his glasses over his nose.

"Hey! Who are you calling crazy?!" I warned.

He pointed at Wafeeq and Raghav.

"Hey you rascal!" Wafeeq smacked him and Raghav joined as I stifled a laugh.

"Anyways, I can't help you." He said going back to his computer completely ignoring us.
Ok... I was losing my mind now. The guys did warn me before.

"That retard has never been out of that building for 2 years now. There's no way he'll agree to go to a brothel to pick a girl."

Talk about an introverted homebody.

"Ridhwan please. We're only doing this to help Uddhav. Come on! Don't you feel sorry for him?" I requested.

"Having an affair with a Prostitute? That guy has stooped too low. He deserved it. Atleast he didn't get AIDS." He shook his head still typing some complicated code while my jaw dropped at his insolent remark.

"So what?! Just because she's a Prostitute, does that mean she's not human? Everyone has the right to fall in love...and everyone makes mistakes. And I can't believe you have such a shitty thinking Ridhwan?!" I raged.

"I'm not going!" He announced.

That's it! I'd had enough. Even the guys gave up...but not me.

I turned his chair to face me and grabbed his collar as he gaped at me with his widened eyes and open mouth.
"Listen here you prick! I've had enough of your bullshit I'm trying to help a couple in love and Inarah Hashmi always gets what she wants. So if you don't agree with me straight I'll have to crook my ways....and mind well Mister...."
I leaned closer to his face as he was clearly intimidated.
"....you most definitely won't like that!"

"Whoa! She's even scarier than Zayaan bhai!" Wafeeq whispered and Raghav agreed.

Ridhwan gulped and I stepped back smirking. There's no way he can say no now!

"Sorry, I can't go. The sun is blazing outside and my skin is too sensitive." He resumed typing.

I looked at him dumbfounded. Even girls don't show soo much tantrums. I swallowed back my anger.

"Ok...then go at night. Right guys?"

"Yeah."

Ridhwan turned his head to us momentarily pushing up his glasses.
"Sorry, there are too many pollutants in the air at night."

Now I lost it!

"That's it! Imma break his nose along with those glasses I yelled ready to charge on him as Wafeeq and Raghav both tried to hold me back by grabbing my arms....

****
Finally! That prick agreed after getting 2 kicks on his lazy butt by me. He'll know better than to defy me next time.

I booked a hotel room in the name of one of our company managers so as to not raise suspicions. It was the first time I'll be seeing her in person. I wonder what kind of person she is.

I heard a knock at the door and then the door opened and closed. A kinda short innocent faced girl with big brown eyes, tanned complextion and medium silky black hair stood in front of me in complete shock. She really was cute and beautiful as Uddhav said.

"You must be Geeta. Hi, I'm Inarah Hashmi. Let's have a chat shall we." I gave her a warm smile while she just blinked at me.

I observed her as she nervously fidgeted with her fingers sitting in front of me on the couch across the coffee table.

"You can relax dear. There's no one here except for you and me."

She nodded.
"Why am I here Madam?"

I laughed at her formality.
"Please, just call me Inarah....or maybe, bhabhi." I tilted my head.

She blinked at me.
"Huh? Why do you look soo confuse? I thought Uddhav must've told you about me. I even helped him chose a pretty dress for you." I pouted.

Just at the mention of Uddhav's name her expression changed into a bit anxious and her eyes became sad.

"You still love him don't you?"

She jolted her head up at me in surprise. I smiled.
"I'm a girl in love too you know. I can recognise another girl in love quite easily."

Her eyes sparkled with tears.
"No madam. I... I don't love anyone."

I leaned forward handing her the cup of tea.
"Are you sure? You're eyes say the opposite though?"

The look in her eyes....it reminds me of.... Zayaan's. Is that possible? Or maybe I'm just a lovesick idiot.

She said nothing...just drank the tea. The room service came in with some snacks.
"I thought you'd like some samosas with tea. They smell amazing don't they?" I smiled trying to cheer her.

Her nose scrunched for a second as I pushed the plate in front of her. Huh? But they look soo delicious.

She hesitantly took one and bit into it. Maybe she's startled. I should wait till she eats before I start. Maybe it's my imagination but, she looks like she hasn't eaten well in a while. Her face is soo pale.

Suddenly, she was gagging.

"Oh Geeta. You ok?" I asked startled keeping my tea down.

Without a word she just ran to the washroom and when I went after her, she was vomiting.

Are those samosas that bad? I'm suing this hotel!

However, a wild thought crossed my mind and my eyes widened.....can it be?

I helped her sit on the bed and helped her drink some water.
"Lie down for a while." I suggested and she obliged weakly touching her stomach. I pulled the sheets till over her waist covering her bare legs.

I sat beside her taking a huge breath to ready my question.

"Geeta... I may be blunt in asking this but, are you.... pregnant?"

She looked at me like she saw a ghost and soon, she was sobbing.
That was my answer.

"Is the baby Uddhav's?"

She nodded muffling her cries in the pillow. I sighed and felt soo bad for her that I couldn't help but comfort her.

"B..bhabhi... I.... I really do love my Uddhav....very much."

Relief flooded over me to hear her words.

"I don't know what transpired between you two. But I wanna help. I've seen how much he loves you and you love him the same. Then what's the matter? Why are you two soo miserable like this? Why did that bastard...hurt you? Is it because, he found out about your pregnancy? But Uddhav isn't that kind if a guy..."

She shook her head desperately.
"He doesn't even know. Even if he did, I know, he would be overjoyed for our sign of love." She smiled in a melancholic way rubbing her belly.

"Then what's the matter?" I asked.

She sat up.
"Because our love is doomed bhabhi. I'm a Prostitute...."

"Who cares!" I bursted and she blinked at me.

"Everyone has a difficult past, everyone makes mistakes but it's quite difficult to find someone who accepts you knowing everything and loves you. Uddhav is that man for you. He loves you like crazy...you know that right. Although, as a woman, I do despise the fact that he.... sexually abused you and you must hate him...."

"I don't!"

"Sorry?" I couldn't believe.

"In my life, I've had men treat me far more worst. My Uddhav, was like my Angel. He always treated me soo gently, gave me more love than I could ever ask for. Even when he was hurting me, I know, he was hurting himself more, he was crying bhabhi. I broke his heart, I deserved it."

I just gaped at her stupified.

"Wow! You love him soo much then.... what's the problem? Why don't you fo to him and tell him everything? I can take you to him. He's still miserable without you, he's punishing himself Geeta." I took her hand.

"I can't...." She began crying again.

"Why?"

"Because...."

She then explained to me what the owner of that brothel did to her and I lost my temper.

"That bitch! How dare she? Come with me Geetanjali, we'll go to the police and make that bitch pay or even better, tell everything to Uddhav and the whole gang will...."

"No bhabhi..." She cut me off again.
"If bano finds out.... she'll kill our baby." She said protectively covering her stomach as she shook like a leaf.

"We'll protect you sweety. Don't worry." I assured her.

"I wish...that was the only problem..."

****
Asad's POV,
I ordered the twins to keep an eye on Inarah as she went to meet that girl. Seriously! That girls just loves put her leg in other people's business. Now she's playing cupid for Uddhav and his girlfriend. Tsk!

I unlocked my car from a distance and as I was about to get in... my eyes went on the doll who just stepped out of the overly expensive Salon. She really is like a living doll. Those big grey eyes, flowy dark hair, soft fair skin...ah, and that killer figure. Damn! And her fire....such a fiesty little wild cat. Such a blazing aura! The way she carries herself....Uff!
I'd love to get burnt.
What just happens to me when she's around? It's like I just can't resist.... provoking her.
My face split into a grin and locking my car I crossed the road towards her direction.

"Hi doll." I winked at her.

She rolled her eyes at me like always making me chuckle.

"Why do you keep following me you sick pervert?!" She grunted.

How cute!

"Pervert? Me? Sweetheart..." I leaned closer to her ear.
".....weren't you the one who was taking her sweet time feeling me up the other night."

And her face went red. I can just bite those cheeks.

"I... I... I wasn't... that....you..."

So she can get speechless too?
I chuckled.

"It's okay. I don't blame you. Asad Abbas is quite irresistible." I winked.

She scoffed. "Yeah right!"

I grinned seeing her shy and annoyed expression. However, her new haircut and attire caught my attention. Fuck! She was dressed to kill.
I frowned.

"Another marriage date?"

She smirked.
"You're smart."

My frown deepened.
"Who's the new punk this time?"

I'll beat him to death.

She smirked
"Someone who's, smart, handsome... highly educated and successful... unlike..." She looked at me mockingly
"...some people." She scoffed.

I smirked back.
"Oh darling! You underestimate me."

"Actually, I don't estimate you at all." She said putting on her sunglasses and walking towards her car.

I laughed at her comeback. She's amazing!

"You know...you might regret saying that Doll." I said leaning in front of her door as she got in her car

"Yeah... we'll see." She said slamming the door on my face and driving away.

I shook my head. I'm really gonna beat up some guy for her someday.
Just then...my phone rang.

It was Inarah!
****

Zayaan's POV,
I waited at the door as I was fuming with rage. She went to meet that girl without letting me know and those two bastards helped her in it. I'll discipline those punks later but before that I need to deal with my wife.... who's very late!

I saw her car enter the gate and Asad got out of the passenger seat. As the driver opened the back seat door for Inarah.

What were those two doing together?

"Inarah!" My voice rumbled as I glared at her.
"Where were you?!"

She said nothing. Just walked in with a poker face in front of me and before I could say anything else, just wrapped her arms around me resting her head on my shoulder.

I literally forget that I was even angry at her melting in her embrace and I didn't even realise when Asad walked inside past us.

"Love is... really hard Zayaan." She murmured and looked up at me as her eyes were filled with a mix of emotions.
I carassed her beautiful face as she leaned her face in my palm closing her eyes looking breathtaking.

Wait! I was mad at her! Ok, maybe, a few minutes won't hurt.

"I love you." She kissed my palm and I gave up. There's no way I can be mad at my wife. I sighed pulling her tightly in my arms as she gasped cutely.

"Where were you? Why did you go alone to meet that girl?" I asked in a soft voice failing miserably at being harsh.

She wrapped her arms around my waist closing her eyes on my shoulder.
"She has a name... Geetanjali."

"What did you take to her about? And why did you come back with Asad?" I said a bit jealous.

She snuggled her face in the crook of my neck moaning.
"Are you mad?"

"I'm fuming!" I said resisting the urge to kiss her head.

She placed a kiss on my neck as always making me shudder. She then held me tighter and bit me there as I hissed in pain.
"Inarah!" My voice was husky.

"Sorry. I'm just so hungry and you taste delicious." She whispered and....my friend inside my pants stirred.
Damn! This girl. We're standing at the entrance for God's sake!

I let go of her and turned to leave but she immediately hugged me from behind stopping me.
"I'm soo blessed that... you're right here by my side my love."

Me too my Jaan.

".... I just want to eat you up."

I bit my lip suppressing my laugh.
"Come in the kitchen. I'll tell the maid to cook something."

She moaned in denial.
"No hubby... I want your cooking." She whined like a child.

"Fine..."

She sat on the cabinet beside me as I gathered the ingredients from the fridge. I could feel her eyes on me.

"Wow hubby. You really have a sexy ass. It's like a perfect apple that I wanna bite into."

I turned to her glaring as she was reaching her hands front in air like a child making squeezing gestures.
My wife is really a pervert huh?

I threw an apple at her from the fridge which she caught giggling.
"You're blushing baby." She teased.

I immediately looked away self-consciously.
"Stop talking nonsense and come help me." I smacked her head gently.

"Ow!" She pouted jumping down on her feet and while walking past me playfully squeezed my behind making me jump.

"Inarah! I'll cut off those hands!" I warned her.

She just giggled uncontrollably making me smile.

****
Inarah's POV,
"Relax Inarah! It's a fake gun." Asad said the 5th time now as I just kept gaping at the pellet gun in his hand that you find in a funfair.

"I... can't." My voice was a whisper and I turned away from him as my hands shook fervently.

I just can't do it. I'm scared.... I'm really really really scared. That horrendous object is the reason Papa died and.... I can't...I can't...

I felt a hand over my head breaking my thoughts. It was Asad.
"It's ok... someday you'll be able to handle your greatest fear and make it your strength." He said gently.

"You think so?"

He nodded.
"Maybe I won't be able to help you break out if your shell but perhaps, he can..."
He said pointing towards the side at Zayaan who was walking towards us. Seeing him I felt calmer and could smile.

"I'll leave you two alone." Asad winked at me and left.

"Still scared?" Zayaan asked stopping in front of me.
I bit my lip embarrassed. "Sorry."

"What for? Being scared is nothing to be ashamed of. It's human nature." He said.
"And so is... overcoming that fear."

I sighed heavily resting my head on his chest as my hands stayed down by my sides. He didn't embrace me though like always.
"I think.... I'll never be able to overcome this fear."

"You'll never be ready...you just have to try."

I looked up at him as the words felt familiar.

"Saheb once told me that." He smiled.

"Papa did huh? No wonder." I murmured to myself.

"So..." He took my hand and placed the gun on it manually closing my fingers around it.
"Give it a try. If anything happens.... I'm right here." He said turning me towards the shooting range.

I gulped as I lifted my shaky hands aiming at the target.
"It's ok...now pull the trigger." He whispered in my ear from behind.

Deep breaths...1...2...3...

A yelp escaped my mouth as a quick sound echoed into the silent night overpowering the loud thuds of my racing heart.

I shot!

I turned to Zayaan who was clapping with a small smile on his lips. To be honest, I felt like a kid.

"Alright now, with a real gun." He said reaching for the one on the table beside and I subtly tried to escape but his hand fell flat on my stomach as he pulled me to his chest with a thud.

"I'm not letting you escape...ever!" He whispered in my ear making me shiver.

Oh my!

He repeated the previous action of handing me the gun as I made a puppy face but he just glared at me.

So much for playing the nice coach. Tsk

It was heavy and my hands shook even more as I aimed it front.

"Open your eyes Inarah."

I shook my head.

I gasped as I felt his arms around me, his warmth engulfing me as he held the gun from behind supporting the gun straight. My mind went haywire. He was just soo close.

I opened my eyes seeing the target board in front of me...my heart pounding and my head heavy, my knees were ready to give out too.

"It's ok... I'm with you." He whispered and I took a deep breath gulping. His words were giving me strength.

It's for my Zayaan....for his trust in me and for our Love!

Shot!

I whimpered at the sharp sound as I pulled my fingers from the trigger slowly. My face slowly split into a grin.

"I... I did it!" Although the bullet landed no where near the bullseye.

I turned to Zayaan grinning from ear to ear.
"I did it Zayaan! Yes!" I threw my arms around him as he held the gun which I carelessly let go off.

Self reminder...never do that! It can be dangerous!

"Oh my love! I feel like I can do anything if it's for you!" I giggled.

"Why for me? Why not for yourself?"
He stepped back from me making me frown.

"Because... your my everything." I said.
"Whatever I'm doing is for you my love....for us." I smiled.

His forehead creased. He wasn't happy.

"Inarah. Since when do you think you love me?"

I frowned more, managing a smile.
"What do you mean think? I've always been in love with you since we were kids and I still am and I'll always will be."

"Since we were kids?"

I nodded honestly smiling as I gazed into his ebony orbs.

"How are you soo sure about it? You were soo young, without many friends. We were always together, I protected you because it was my duty, as I felt great full to your parents for taking me in. Maybe, that's why you developed this infatuation towards me thinking it's Love."

"W... what?" I couldn't believe him

"Yeah..." He grabbed my shoulders shaking me a little as I froze staring onto his face blankly.
"It's not love.... just infatuation Inarah. Nothing you feel for me is real. It's just a fleeting feeling that you'll forget in a while. So give up already."

His words were like a slap to my face

"In...fatuation?!"

His jaw clenched as I pushed his hands away angrily.

"How dare you?!" My voice shook and tears blinded my vision as he watched me poker faced.
"You think my love isn't real?" I said it like it was a dirty thing.

I grabbed his hand and kept it over my heart making him feel my heart that always beats for him like that. His eyes changed... becoming softer as if he was fighting a war with himself.

"This isn't real?....this isn't love? Then what is Love according to you Zayaan please pray tell!"

He tried to pull his hand back but I held it tighter stepping close to him as my other hand carassed his face lovingly.
"...is this not real?" My voice was a whisper.

He let out a shaky breath.

"My words aren't empty when I say I love you Zayaan....they come from right hear." I said pressing his hand that was over my heart.
"I've already lost my heart to you years ago my love. Now it only beats for you."

"If you find out what kind of man I am... you'll despise me." His voice broke.

I shook my head and he cupped my face between his hands.

"You know what I am, don't you? I'm a murderer... With these hands, I've killed hundreds of people. Even innocent one's...mercilessly. Slaughtered them, shot them, burned them. I'm a monster Inarah. Do you even know what I did with Rahil? I tortured him...cut off his tongue....his limbs, I killed him and sent his body parts to his father."

I should be scared hearing all that as I could imagine it...but I wasn't scared at all. It was as if, I couldn't think or see anything except for him. I've lost my senses.

"It doesn't matter to me who or what you are or what you've done or will do. Because I know there's always a reason behind it. You'll never do anything without a solid reason. Whether it's good or bad... I don't care. All I care is that, no matter how the world perceives you or even how you perceive yourself....but for me your my angel...my savior, my one true love Zayaan."

"I'm stained in blood... drowning in sins."

"Then I'll wash away those sins for you." I cupped his face pulling him closer as his eyes sparkled with tears.

"You can't... you'll drown with me."

"Gladly.... I'll do anything for you my love." I smiled inching closer to his lips...but his next words shook me to the core...

"Then...can you kill someone for me?"

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Poor Geeta! Do you feel bad for her too?
And Uddhav?

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Heena and Asad? You all were waiting for them huh?

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