Flashback
Saheb(sir) took my hand as we stepped out of his big car. My mouth fell open when I saw a huge palace in front of me. Beautiful like in fairytales.

"Saheb...are you some kind of Maharaja (king)?" I asked him looking up at him.

To this, he chuckled and ruffled my dusty hair.
"No beta. I'm just an ordinary man. But I do have a queen and a beautiful princess. You'll meet them soon." He said squeezing my shoulders.

"Papa...papa..." Just then I saw a little fairy running towards us. She ran spreading her little arms like wings shining like a star and wrapped her wings around Sahab as he lifted her in his arms.

I couldn't stop looking at her.

"How's my princess? Did you miss Papa?"

"Yes... sooooooo much." She spread her wings again.

"Oh wow! Now give Papa a kiss." He chimed and she kissed his cheek. Her big honey orbs stopped at me.

"Papa... who's this?"

"He's... your new friend."

"Yaaaaay... Papa brought me a new friend..." She smiled showing her tiny milk teeth.

"Would my princess like to meet her new friend?"

She nodded excitedly. As he put her down, she walked towards me with tiny feet. I froze completely.
She then spread her wings again and engulfed me in them. She didn't care how dirty or torn my clothes were or how I was bruised all over. She just lifted her head from my small chest and giggled.

"Will you stay with me forever, my friend?"

I couldn't help but smile...

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Zayaan's POV,
We were in the slums. I brought Asad, Raghav, and Junaid with me to accompany me and Inarah. What is with her and the slum kids? She waits desperately for this day to come and personally visits the kids here to give them gifts while the children wait for their Angel to arrive too. She plays with them, talks and laughs with them, listens to their stories, and helps their families. A high society girl like her despises even thinking about stepping in the dirty slums...but this girl... she's soo different.

She wasn't wearing her expensive clothes or those awful high heels. Just a simple salwar kameez and slippers, mixing with the crowd. She looked more beautiful than ever in those simple clothes and no make-up.

"Didi you're soo pretty. When I grow up, I'll marry you?" A 5-year-old said walking towards her.

She giggled making my heart skip as she bend down on his level.
"Hawh! Then I'd have to wait for soo long till you grow up, study hard, become a big man." She ruffled his hair.

"Yes, didi. Just wait... I'll grow up and become a big Sahab." He said with his eyes sparkling with hope and a huge grin on his face.

"Promise?" She asked putting out her little finger.

"Pakka(definite) promise!" He gushed crossing his little finger with hers and she pulled his cheek.

Asad stepped near me and whispered in my ear.
"Even little kids are proposing to her. You need to up your game, Bro."

I glared at him and he showed me his teeth.

"Wah...she is an angel..." Raghav sighed dreamily looking at Inarah as she played and giggled with the kids. Giving them gifts and books. The little girls poked her dimples as she giggled.

That she is...

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After serving food to the kids and eating with them she came back to me with her dimple smile.
"We should leave now." I informed

She frowned.
"Soo soon?"

"It's evening now. Don't you need a bathroom break or anything?"

"Oh...now that you mention it..." She smiled nervously making me shake my head.

She just took a single picture with all of them as a memory for her scrapbook and to remember the smiles and joy of the little kids. Not for the media or Instagram to show off. Just for her satisfaction.

That's how my Inarah was!

Inarah's POV,
I walked through the narrow alleys watching the houses and greeting the people inside. They showered me with blessings and kind words. An old granny prayed for my happiness so I told her,
"Granny. If you want to pray for my happiness, pray that I may Marry the man I love."

She chuckled and patted my head.
"May you marry him and be happy my bacchi. You're always doing soo good for us. That Khuda above will surely make all your wishes come true."

I blushed at her words. Ameen!

I felt bad seeing the tiny huts and raw houses. Even my bedroom was 10 times bigger than their entire tiny house. Ya Allah! Why is there such a difference between the rich and poor. My heart ached for them.

As I was making my way out a thug like man blocked my way.
"Uh, excuse me!" I said not looking at him and stepped forward but he stopped in front of me. I glared at him.

"What's wrong baby? Aren't you giving us any gifts?" He smirked eyeing me in a dirty way.

I ignored him and turned around, but another guy blocked my way. Ok, now I was a bit anxious, but it would hurt my pride to show it.
They were getting closer to me and I felt filthy...

"Get away from her!" It was like an order.

Both men looked at the source of the voice and their faces lost their colour. I let out a sigh of relief seeing My Man.

"R...run. It's Zayaan bhai." One of them stammered and they ran away only to be greeted by Asad and Junaid at a distance. They grabbed their collars and dragged them away from our sight. I looked at Zayaan frowning.

"They're just gonna talk." He shrugged with a slight smile and put his hand out for me to take.
"You ok? Let's go home now."

My heart fluttered as I gave my hand in his. It already felt like home.
"Let's go." I smiled.

"Oh... there's something I want from you." I said quite seriously and he turned to me.

"What now?"

I smiled leaning closer to him as he raised an eyebrow at me.
"...your surname." I giggled.

He rolled his eyes as always, but he's still hot.

"You want me to adopt you?"

"NoPe! There are other and more simpler ways to take your surname...like making me Mrs from Miss." I winked.

He glared at him. Haayeee. Soo hot!!!

"Get in the car and stop blabbing nonsense." He grunted. When he turned to leave letting go of my hand... I swear I saw a ghost of a smile on his lips.

"Ah ah...you smiled..." I teased running behind him and gripping his arm.

"No I didn't..."

"Yes you did..." I sang.

"Shut up!!!" He sneered

I giggled teasing him even more.
"Yes you did, Hubby..."

"STOP CALLING ME THAT..."

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I was trying on the new lingerie I bought online. Heenu was judging them laying on the bed munching on candied Pineapples and Kiwis.

"How is it?" I queried looking at her from the mirror. She twirled her finger gesturing me to give her a 360° view.

Heenu and I have been best friends since we were in our cradles. Like literally. Our parents have been good friends and we're just 2 months apart. So whenever they met they kept us both in the same big cradle and we became baby friends. That's why we are like soul sisters. We have and till now see eachother other naked as if we're 2 bodies and one soul. We know about eachother's bodies more than how much our future husbands would know in their entire lives.
And yes, we have been doubted of being bisexual and lesbians...a lot.
But we are not...trust me!

"Trash it...next!" She ordered.

I picked another pair removing what I was wearing and threw it aside. This one was a purple laced halfcupped one. I made a face.

"What is wrong with your fashion sense girl!" She scolded.

"I'm not good with lingerie you know me." I huffed.

She picked up the perfect one and handed over to me. I wore it and she helped me hook it from behind.

"See perfect! You look soo sexy, boo."
She said winking. I gave her a kiss through the mirror.

I put on my top and jeans then and laid on my back on the bed next to her as she put a piece of pineapple in my mouth.

"Um...yum." I hummed.

"Of course, it's of the Qureshi group." She informed with her mouth full. 

"It was my idea to start it." I boasted stealing the packet from her.

"What other plans are coming up?" She inquired.

"Um...we are planning on launching a new 5g plan and also I just saw the proposals for the launch of the new bike series. The promotion ideas were horrible I tell you. So I came up with something new and both the Chairman and CEO seem to like it." I said munching on the Kiwis. Yum!

"You mean your dad and Zayaan."

I nodded. She snatched the packet from my hand.
"Hey that's mine. I paid!"

"I came up with that thing!" I retorted. "How stingy! Give me that!" I snatched it back.

"Hey!" She whined and hovered over me throwing her knees on either side of my waist.

"Hey get off of me you lesbo!" I joked.

"Why~" she sang. "You want your dear Zayaan all over you instead moaning 'ooo baby aaahhh baby?"

I giggled.
"Not a bad idea!" I winked provoking her. She hates it when I say such stuff about him. She would kill me if I even speak about marrying him.

"You stupid bitch!" She grunted and began tickling me mercilessly.

"Hey...stop..." I barked between laughing and gasping for air.

Zayaan's POV,
I went to the Qureshi mansion to talk with the chairman. As I was passing through Inarah's room. I heard some strange voices from inside.

"Hey...stop...no...not there...ahhh... don't touch me there you idiot...aghhaah... Let go of my hands then I'll show you...ouch! Ugh!" It was Inarah's voice. She was grunting and giggling at times too.

I froze in my steps. Is someone misbehaving with my Inarah?! I'll rip that fucking bastard to shreds!!!

I slammed the door open with my blood fuming...
"INARAH!"

My eyes widened and I froze again at what I saw in front of me.

"You again?!" Heena snapped.

"Oh hi Zayaan..." She chirped turning her head towards me as Heena hovered over her grabbing her wrist, with one hand inside her top. Heena snapped her head towards me frustrated as always.

"When did you..." I slammed the door shut not hearing Inarah complete her sentence as my body still frozen.

What the fuck did I just see?! Why did I just see that?! I need to wash my eyes with holy water now!

Those 2 are unbelievable! Sometimes I really doubt if... they swing the other way or something.

I shook my head and made my way down the stairs...still a bit shaken.

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Inarah's POV,
I closed my books and rubbed my eyes yawning. It was past 2 am now. My finals start next month so I stayed up studying late. I stretched my fatigue away. I couldn't feel sleepy...so I went to my walk-in closet.

I stopped by the glass shelf smiling. From inside the Barbie smiled back at me. I opened the glass door and pulled her out in my hands. Taking the tiny brush from the side, I brushed her golden locks.

Papa...this doll, no matter what happens, she always keeps smiling at me. Just like you.

"Someday, my babygirl is going to be as beautiful as this Barbie!" You said that day handing her to me.

Are you looking at me now Papa? You're babygirl is prettier than this Barbie.

I sat on the couch in the center of the room taking the tiny clothes rack out to dress her up. Today you're going to be a princess.

As I checked, beginning  to remove the jacket and pants... I realised, her one shoe was missing.

Someone dared to touch her!

My hands closed in a fist as anger fumed inside me. Storming towards my bed, I pressed the button that can make announcements to the servants quater.

"Cleaning staff!" I yelled. "Who the hell cleaned my wardrobe yesterday and who dared to touch my stuff without my permission!!!!
GET HERE! NOW!!!!"

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Zayaan's POV,
I got off my chair finishing some of the office work and just when I opened the door to my study.... most of my men who live on the below floors had gathered in front with innocent faces.

I raised an eyebrow at them.
"What is it?"

"Bhai...we need a day off tomorrow."

I frowned.
"Why?"

"Uh...bh...bhai... actually, my wife is pregnant and might go in labour soon." Uddhav said.

I crossed my arms to my chest amused.
"You're not married yet!" I reminded him and he became stupified over his own lie.

"B...bhai. My Ammi is calling me home to gujrat." Ubaid wiped his nonexistent tears.
"She says she misses me."

"Your Ammi is living with you since last week." I reminded him. His eyes went wide.

Wafeeq pushed him back and looked at me hopefully. Raghav bouncing like a rabbit behind.
"Bhai... actually I..."

"Shut your nonsensical yaping and tell me the truth!" I ordered and they flinched at my voice.

"Tomorrow is Rakshabandhan! Inarah will be coming to tie Rakhi to everyone that's why they all want to run away." Asad divulged walking out of the lift.

"Ah!" I said raising my eyebrows at them. I banged my fist to the door above their heads and they all flinched pushing eachother to be in front, dropping their eyes down.

"Do I run a hotel that you can wander off anytime you want?" I grunted glaring at each and everyone of them.

They were silent.

"Answer me!" I roared.

"No boss!" They answered in unison.

"If even a single one of you is missing tomorrow... I'll break his legs and drown him in the ocean. Got it!" I spoke in a low... threatening voice.

They all nodded.
"Vamose!" I yelled and they ran to their places.

I sighed rubbing my throbbing forehead with my fingers and made my way to the bedroom.

"Your girlfriend's gonna break a lot of hearts tomorrow." Asad cooed biting into an apple and sinking on the couch in front of the TV.

I smiled slightly at that thought.
"She's not my girlfriend!" I didn't had the energy to bicker with him.

"You should be careful too. Nahi toh uska saiyya banne k bajaye Bhaiyya bangayega be tu. (Or else instead of being her lover, you'd end up being her brother.)" He chuckled.

I glanced at him once but then shook my head and went to my room.

Taking off my t-shirt, I sank on the bed throughly exhausted shutting my eyes...and the world.

But my eyes flung open again.
There's no way Inarah would tie me Rakhi right?! Nah! She never considers me as her brother and... we're Muslims, it's just a formality...it doesn't mean anything!

Right?!

Fuck this Asad!

And... I ended up spending another sleepless night.