Emotional chapter.
You have been warned.
From now on... it's going to be an emotional roller coaster ride.
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Heena's POV,
My head was blasting as I struggled to open my eyes fighting through the pressuring fatigue. My brain was numb....so were my senses.
I massaged my temples finally succeeding in opening my eyes and taking a moment to understand my surroundings.

Where was I? Hotel room? When did I get here?

My body's aching.

My hand dropped to my side and I flinched as I felt the warmth and a slight rough touch of a hand beside me.

That's weird. Inu doesn't have such rough big hands. I blinked turning my spinning head to my side to check.

It was a man!

What is a man doing in my bed? Wait....this isn't my bed!

Fuck!

I felt paralyzed.
I immediately checked for my clothes and I was just in my crop top and skirt. Oh God!

I shot up sitting on the bed screaming and moved my legs to kick him on his butt seeing him roll down the bed and falling on the floor with a loud thump.

"Ow! What the ..." He grumbled groggily sitting up with the help of the bed squrting his eyes.

My heart was thumping and I was hyperventilating as I protectively covered myself with the sheets

"W...wh... why am I here?!"

"Ugh...why are you always soo rough with me Doll. I saved your life...you should be thanking me." He said in a sleepy husky voice rubbing his face with his hand.

It's him?

"Thank you? My foot!
What happened?
Why am I here?
What did you do with me?
Where are my clothes?
Why were you sleeping here?"

I was breathing heavily after firing my questions at him while he was just staring at me with that stupid smile on his face.

"Uff! You're soo sexy when you're angry." He purred.

I grabbed a pillow throwing it on his face with all my strength as he dodged it perfectly.

"ASAD ABBAS ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION BEFORE I KILL YOU!" I screamed.

His face changed and he suddenly brought his hand forward wiping of a tear that I didn't even realise was slipping down.

Damn it! Why do I always cry in front of him? Heena Junaid Khan never cries even in front of her parents or best friend yet....why him!

"Your eyes shine like grey diamonds or moonstones when you cry. How beautiful! That's why...your tears are too precious to waste." He breathed.

His chocolate eyes shackled me to them again.

Abruptly, he patted my head bringing me out of my daze.
"Do you remember anything about last night?"

I frowned as my head felt like being hammered again.
Bits and pieces of memories started forming into a clear picture.

That big guy...his scary voice. Man handling me. Then I bit him but...he grabbed me again and.... maybe injected me with something? After that ....what happened? Ugh!....

"I can't remember after that..." I mumbled.

"You passed out."

I looked up at him with a millions of questions as I shivered at the scary memory to which he nodded assuringly handing me a glass of water and helping me drink it.
I finished the whole glass satiating my parched throat.

Keeping the glass aside, he began...
"I heard you and Inarah were in a club so I thought of coming there to suprise yo..."

I gasped as I remembered about her and anxiety flooded over me again.
"Oh my God Inu..."

"Relax..." He rolled his eyes
"She's fine. Zayaan found her. Some guys tried something similar on her too but he saved her and took her with him. That idiot completely forgot about you only concerned about his dear wife. That bastard!"

"Oh thank God she's fine!" Relief flooded over me as I exhaled.

"Think about yourself first you fool. If I hadn't reached on time you could've been..." His voice trailed off as he sighed shutting his eyes.

I too shivered imagining the horrendous possibilities.
"Thankyou....for saving me." I said meekly.

Within a snap of a finger his face changed again into amusement.
"What was that doll? I couldn't quite hear you." He brought his ear forward.

I felt like twerking his ear right now but, he did save me so I really was greatful to him
"I said thankyou Asad." I smiled.

He gasped dramatically.
"Wallahi! Heena Khan said thankyou....to me. I ears are blessed!"

I rolled my eyes giggling at his over acting as he joined me.

"Oh, Btw, what happened to those guys who tried to hurt me?" I asked

"Ah, you don't have to worry about them Doll. They've been taken care of."

My eyes widened.
"How.... I mean...did you..."

"Of course not! They're not dead. The club is owned by one of our friends so the security took care of them."

"Oh" I exhaled relived.

"I'm still frustrated with Zayaan. He didn't even care to ask about you? It's always Inarah and why is everyone always soo obsessed with that little Qureshi Group's heir as if none of the others even matter. So she lost her father...big deal! There are millions of people like her. She has the world in her feet in exchange. Even that idiot Zayaan. He will even risk his own life not even caring for himself and end up hurting both of them."

I scowled at his words hitting his forehead with my palm.
"Ow! What was that for?!"

"How dare you take like that about my bff! She's been through soo much already and your knucklehead buddy was only making things worst for her. And why do you talk like you hate her or something. If you talk bad about her 1 more time I'll...." I yelled.

"Alright alright sorry. Geez! You really love her huh!"

"Of course I do. We've been friends since we were babies." I pouted.

"And what about me?" She smiled tilting his head.

My heart skipped.

"W...what do you mean?"
Ugh!!! I stammered!

His smile grew seeing my flushed face and he tapped his lips making me remember how I.... kissed him.

I mentally face palmed. What was I even thinking when I did that?!

"After the sweet kiss you didn't even contact me huh? You even ignored my messages and calls. That's not very nice of you my Doll."

I was tongue tied.

"Wh...why does it matter? You would've kissed a lot of girls. It was just a peck. You would've done a lot more." I snapped feeling a bit angry.

He sighed.
"I have quite the reputation huh? Well good news princess, my lips only had the honour of tasting yours."

"Huh?! No way!" I almost screamed shocked.

He was grinning blushing some what.

"But...then...why do they.... I mean....you...."
What am I blabbing about?

There was this strange sense of tranquility in me after hearing that. It was unbelievable yet...the look in his eyes was honest.

He suddenly cupped my face freezing me as my heart went out of control at our closeness. My knees touching his shin as he sat opposite to me fixating his eyes on mine.
"Shh...you were the first woman who made my heart skip, the first to drive me crazy, the first to make me yearn for. I lose my senses when I'm with you and all I could think about is getting your attention. Your smile, your eyes, your fire...a day without fighting with you or hearing your voice is difficult for me.
I think.... I've really lost my heart to you Heena."

I gasped.

With his every sentence he was inching closer to to the point that if I even try to speak, our lips would touch.

I almost closed my eyes giving in but...

"The kiss was a mistake!"

He stopped as I turned my head away.

"What did....you say Doll?" She sounded shocked as I felt the warmth of his hands and breath disappear.

I gulped squirming a little back from his as it was really difficult to look at him.

"I don't know what came onto me but it was a huge mistake. I don't like you that way. It won't happen again and I don't want any lingering feelings either....nor were they there any. You and I are different and that's how it should be!" I announced like been memorised from a text book still the ache in my chest while saying those words were completely opposite to the confidence in my voice.

"You don't like me huh? Then what is this?"
He lifted his hand in front of my face which was enterwined with mine.

"Look carefully Henna. I'm not the one doing it....you are." He said and kissed the back of my hand looking straight into my eyes.

I pulled my hand back hastily hugging myself embarrassed.

He chuckled softly.
"Ouch doll. That really hurt. So that's how it feels huh....to be rejected? So that's what it means to have a broken heart. Wow! It's soo.... frustrating! And...." He was rubbing his chest.
"...it really does hurt a lot."

When I dared to look at him, the hurt on his face was soo prominent. My eyes and nose pricked with the dread of tears.

Why does it hurt soo much?!

He got off the bed not looking at me.
"Get freshen up. Everything you need is in the bathroom. After you're done you should call Inarah. She might be worried about you too."

Saying that he went out closing the door behind him.
****
Flashback
Asad carried her to the hotel room and laid her on the bed carefully. Taking a moment, he observed her serene face. Although she looks cute when she's snapping at him, but this peaceful and quiet face was also beautiful.

He brushed her cheeks with his fingers feeling it's softness and it make his heart jump. Something like a current running through the skin contact they had.

"How very tempting!"

There was some blood spill on her coat whilst he was beating the crap out of those guys. So he gentle lifted her in his arm as he pulled her unconscious body to his chest making her sit.

Her scent was intoxicating.

He took of her coat revealing her bare shoulders and stomach through her crop top. His breath caught up in his throat.

Beautiful!

He laid her back on the bed as he couldn't help but get on top of her. Brushing his fingertips over her bare shoulders he inhaled her scent getting closer

"Oh Doll! How I'd love to make you mine right now..."

His eyes longingly lingered on her lips.

Watching her for almost an hour...he finally placed a lingering kiss on her forehead.
"...but darling, no matter how much you tempt me, I have my morals too. I'll touch you when you let me. Till then... sleep well my Princess."

He got off of her and laid down beside her watching her sleeping with a smile on his face.
****

Inarah's POV,
Water.... I need water.

My eyes were soo heavy as I flickered them open. I felt exhausted as if all my energy was drained out. Ugh.

Where was I? A hotel room?

A glass of water was on the table beside me. I hurriedly gulped it down turning a bit and propping my head up exhaling satisfied. I somehow managed to sit up.
"Ahh!" I winced at the stinging pain between my legs.

What's going on?

When I looked at myself, I was completely naked. My eyes widened in horror as reality began settling in.

Why am I like this?
Why am I in pain?
Who brought me here?
What happened to me?

Then I started remembering about last night. I was in that club...then Heena left me...then those guys.... I drank something...then? Then what happened?

My heart ached with anxiety and my breathing went out of control. Even my whole body started quivering as....it could mean only one thing.

No....no... please no!

Did those guys bring me here and....r...rape me?

I hugged my knees protectively covering myself with the thick duvet at that dreaded thought as fear coarsed through me. Tears found thier way out and before I knew it, I was crying... wailing at the top of my lungs.

Oh Zayaan.... I'm soo sorry... Oh God.... please.... I....no.... please....

"Inarah.... what's wrong? Inarah... Jaan look at me...."

The familiar voice and the warm touch....

I lifted my head hiccuping on my cries and there he was....my Love. An ocean of strange emotions drowned me as I just threw my arms around him crying on his bare chest.

"Z...Z.... Zayaan....th...they did this.... those b...boys.... I...they ro...robbed me...o... of my..." I couldn't speak.

"Shh. Calm down. Please don't cry my Jaan... nothing happened please..." He kept carrasing my hair and back.

"Zayaan....they...they b... brought me...h...hear and...r.. ruined me...."

"No Inarah. Please stop. No one can dare to touch you until I'm alive. Listen to me my angel... I was the one who brought you here. You were with me all night Inarah. With your husband. Please Stop crying."

I stifled my sobs as I took a minute to process his words.
Wait! If he brought me here then...my condition...he was with me all night?

I lifted my head to observe him. His eyes were bloodshot, hair a mess, scratches and teeth marks on his neck and chest as he was shirtless.
I gasped realisation hitting me.

"ZAYAAN YOU FUCKING PERVERT!"

"Wh....oow!"

I started punching his chest pushing him down on the bed and attacking his weak points to hurt him good.

"How dare you! You... you dared to take advantage of me....of my vulnerability....and...and rape me....you bastard..... I'll kill you today and become a widow before becoming a divorcee...."

"Ow.... no....in... Inarah please....ow....stop.... ow....just....just hear me out first Jaan....i... it's not what you think..." He struggled to defend himself.

"Shut up. Die from my hands today...you rapist! You monster!!!"

"Ow... Astaghfirullah! Inarah... please....ow ow ow...that ...ow....agh....how can I do something like that.... I love you.... INARAH...agh... I didn't rape you.... please...."

He finally managed to grab my hands as I hovered over him and screamed.
"It was the other way around!"

I froze hyperventilating as my adrenaline rush was pumping.
"What do you mean? That I raped you?" I spat.

"Y... yes."

"What?!"

"Y... your nude." He breathed gaping at my exposed breast.

I yelped covering myself self-consciously getting away from him.
"Stop staring!"

"Sorry." He muttered turning his head away covering his flushed face.

He carefully sat up wincing holding his chest as I glared at him
"Don't you remember anything?"

I shook my head. But then voices in the form of bits and pieces began popping in my head.

Zayaan.... I Love you soo much!

I'll punish you for hurting me!

N...no Inarah. You're not yourself. Ugh!

No...ugh DON'T please Inarah....t... that's haram. No...ah...

No....not there.
Ugh....ah....ah....mmm... ina....

Slo...slow down....yo....ah... you'll hurt yourself too....

Ugh.... you'll break it... careful. Do you want to unman me?!

Inarah.... please... I'm exhausted...no...

I clutched my hair dying of embarrassment.
Did I.... really?

He said it was haram. Wait! Don't tell me... did I....no way! Astaghfirullah!

That explains my aching jaw and throat. Oh my God!

I meekly dared to look up at him.
"H...h...how...how many times did we...umm..."

My eyes almost popped out of thier sockets as he shyly put up 4 fingers in front of me.

"N...no way!"

"Thanks to you I couldn't feel my lower body till morning. You ravished me all night." He said covering his body with his hands pouting
" And even now you..." He snapped rubbing his aching torso. I flinched at his words.

Am I really a sccubbus or something?

My eyes went on the glass wall beside me which was covered by a huge curtain.
"Zayaan....on which floor are we?"

"Uh, the 24th. Why?"

"Good." I said getting up, wrapping the duvet around me.
"Then I can easily jump and die." I said charging towards the balcony.

"Whoa whoa whoa! Inarah no stop! You can't!" He immediately leaped towards me holding me by my waist as I kept squirming out of his hold still staring at the balcony.
"No leave me ....let me die!"

"No.... I won't! Stop this malarkey!"

"No.... Zayaan leave me...."

"Alright fine! But atleast don't you want to know how or why it all happened?" He yelled and I froze turning to him as he watched me hopefully.

I nodded silently in response.

He sighed pushing his hair back with his fingers as we both sat back on the bed.
"Those guys with whom you were being soo chummy with, spiked your drink with an aphrodisiac drug. Because of that your.... body was heating and acting up, also making your mind blank."

"But I don't remember anything."

"Exactly, it's because of the drug. Don't worry, the guys have been dealt with."

I looked up at him shocked.
Did he kill them?

And as if he read my mind.
"They aren't dead so relax. The security took care of them."

I sighed relived. But those bastards! I hope they were beaten up well. If Zayaan wasn't there then...oh God!

"Jaan... it's ok..." He said softly taking my hand in his as I was hyperventilating again.

"No harm can touch you. I'll always be like your sword and shield to protect you.... always."

His words were soo assuring as if they were all I need and I was lost in his eyes again...until I snapped myself and pushed myself back.

"You.... you could've stopped me. You're a man and could've easily overpowered me."

He gave a shy smile.
"How could I? When you constantly kept saying that you loved me, hearing that and seeing the same emotions in your eyes like before.... I was even ready to die at that moment..." He gently raised my chin gazing into my eyes lovingly.
"...it made me soo happy....and not just that, I was craving for your touch, your kisses, your lips, your body... everything. Call me shameless or whatever... it's just the effect you have on me my jaan. You make me weak...and all I want, is to surrender to you...be your slave my Queen."

•••
My eyes closed and I let out a shaky breath as his lips touched my neck. Throwing my head back I let him remove the duvet from between us as he showered wet kisses all over my neck joining out bare bodies.

My fingers rested on his chest and I winced again apologetically.
"I..did this? I'm soo sorry."
I placed a gentle kiss over his chest.

He rubbed my back gently, raising my chin and pecking my swollen lips.
"It's ok. This marks will always keep reminding me of our night of intense passion." He licked my cheek.

I smiled.
•••

Admit it! You just wanted a good fuck which I gave you...

His words rang in my head making me jerk back from him.

"Jaan?"

"I'm not a whore!" I whimpered hugging myself.

His eyes widened at my words which soon sparkled with unshed tears.

"You're my wife Inarah, my Queen...and I love you."

I shook my head as if those words were like a painful curse.
"No....no you don't! Because if you did, you wouldn't had said such things. I'm just your play thing. You don't love me Zayaan."

"I.... I do...."

I shook my head vigorously as my tears started falling
"You wouldn't make me cry if you did."

"Please forgive me!" He begged gasping.

"You want me to forgive you? Then tell me my love...all this time, why did you lie to me about all those Prostitutes? Why break my heart everytime? Why did you kept running from me? Why push me away? Why?"

Zayaan's POV,
How can I tell you? I'll lose you forever and just the thought of that is... killing me inside.

"I can't tell you." I said avoiding her eyes.

She scoffed blinking back her tears.
"When did it happen between us Zayaan? At first, even words weren't required for us to understand eachother...and now? We can't even find the right words to communicate? What changed Zayaan?"

She suddenly held my face ever soo gently making me look at her.
Your hatred and abhor for me... I won't be able to bear it. I'm selfish for you Inarah. I'm sorry.

So all I could do right now...is lie to you.

"It's because I have a reputation to withhold. You know who and what I am, so I needed to do something convincing."

It's getting harder and harder to keep lying to you, my innocent soul.

"What does your reputation has to do with me.... your wife? If you love me then...why slash through my soul with your lies? I was ready to accept you no matter what. I did every imaginable thing for you for the past 13 years. Or is it that... it was all true. You really did sleep...."

"No Inarah! You were my only one...and you'll always be." I implored helplessly as I carased her face

Her tears fell on my hands that I wished I could save somewhere like pearls.

"Then why Zayaan.... please, just answer this question and I'm all yours."

If I tell you... you'll be far away from me forever.

"Forgive me.... I can't." I said helplessly.

"It...it hurts my love....it hurts soo much whenever I look at you. Whenever I think about you..."

"I'm sorry..."
Wish I could say something more than that.

"I love you soo much that I sometimes think my heart would explode. The pain is unbearable and I cannot forgive you for that. There's no point in a relationship if there's no honesty. So Zayaan... please....just..."

"No!" I implored horrified as I knew what she would say.

"Please... please.... please... please..." She whimpered as I joined our foreheads shutting my eyes wishing it was a nightmare.

"Noo... Inarah...." I'd die.

"P... please Zayaaaaan. I beg of you.... please.... Zayaan...."

My tears streamed down along with hers wetting the duvet.

"It... hurts... please..."

If my Jaan...has to suffer soo much because of my love then it's better... I take over all of her pain.... I suffer instead...this agonising torture.... it's better that, I be the only one who bears it alone.

"Inarah..."

Say it Zayaan....you have to...

"...I...if that's what you want then..."

Set her free Zayaan! You don't deserve her. You killed her father damnit!

"... then I...."

I can't...just kill me already.

".... I'll s...set you....set you free."

Her sobs became louder as my heart felt like someone was twisting a dagger inside. My body was trembling as I couldn't form those agonising words. But I had to be strong... I had to say it. She's is in pain...she has to be free of it. Of me!

"I, Zayaan Hashmi....t....to you...." My voice was breaking.

I CAN'T!
I'd rather have my tongue cut off or my heart ripped out.

Taking a few deep breaths I got off the bed and stood in front of her. I had to say it right.

"To you Inarah Ashfaq Qureshi.... I....Divorce you!"

She collapsed on the bed crying loudly while I too broke down sinking on my knees.

Oh God! Why is our love soo cursed?

****
Third person POV,
Surprising, both the couples or rather ex couples had booked rooms in the same hotel but on different floors.

2 people walked out with thier eyes on the floor and heart bleeding with emotions while the other 2 stepped out.....dead inside.

Heena ran to her soul sister and threw her arms around her in an attempt to find some solace in her recent heart ache but at that moment she wasn't aware, the person she wanted to find solace with....was already murdered hers.

Painfully enough, with a very ...very heavy heart the guys broke thier gaze from the women they desired and returned back to India while Inarah and Heena stayed back for thier University.

After finding out of Inarah and Zayaan's decision, Heena was too shaken so were Inarah's family but they didn't wanted to make the people, company or the shareholders know about it yet as it could've potentially risked in a loss of a huge contract. So they kept mum.

Weeks passed as they all carried on with thier lives showing a happy face to the world while dying each and everyday longing for eachother.
Both the girls trying to cheer eachother while keeping busy in studies and assignments while the guys getting busy in work and... painting thier hands red.

Everytime there was blood on his hands, Zayaan thought,
'This is what I was born for. This is my life, I'm a demon who can only yearn for an angel but can never have her. The impure blood on my hands weights down my pure love for her.
She's the happiness my cursed life can never afford.'

Heena and Asad never mentioned to anyone what transpired between them. Not even to thier best friends, that's why, it was more painful.

However,
As if these problems weren't enough... another tragedy was on its way but, with a slight possibility of... finding one another again....