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She had been awake for a total of four hours after going through some intense hospital services. She was informed of the damages after she was conscious for a longer period. They said that thankfully her face wasn't hit. Her neck has marks and her body was wounded because of the glass in different places. They were still monitoring her just in case she had hit her head somewhere.

Her manager walked in, and she can see how dejected she looks. Her eyes were red and her hair messy. Her manager was always someone who carries herself with perfection and that is what her job demands too. However, right now, she can see her age on her face. The dark circle around her eyes and the wariness in her steps.

"How bad is it?"

"Oh my Gosh, Aaira". Her manager cried, pulling her in a hug, "I was so scared for you. When you called I thought I will lose my mind hearing your screams. Thank God, the security managed to come on time". The ramble of her manager continued as she walked

She pulls away from her hug, feeling suffocated, "What is it?" She knows something is very wrong

"T-They said they won't do any report on this case. The police refuse to even acknowledge the matter. When I insisted they said that these cases happen often with celebrities and we should be habitual to it".

"How? Give me the phone". She snatched the phone, dialing the officer's number after her manager told her, "Is this officer Raymond?" When he said yes, "I would like to know why my complaints are not taken into consideration".

"With all due respect, Ma'am, these cases are very common. After your manager insisted we do something we went into your apartment and we found nothing beside broke furniture. The man was not caught on CCTV and there are no signs to follow. This is a cold case".

"So, the fact that I am in hospital because someone managed to break through such tight security means nothing".

"No".

She slammed the phone shut, growling, "What about the owner of the building?"

"Apparently, he is on a long vacation where he is not answering any calls".

Her jaw ticks, "That means that it is somewhere powerful behind it".

Her manager nodded, "I am sure it is someone powerful. No one can break through that kind of security that easily. There is no way he can run that fast and vanish in thin air".

Her heart stopped, "H-He wasn't caught?"

"Why do you think they are closing the case down? There are no signs, not even the man in question".

"This is not right, is it?"

Her manager shakes her head, "We have to find a way to get some security, especially for the time being".

"What do you mean?"

"Aaira". Her manager started and dread fills her, "Your reputation is always at stake, you know that. The brands you are an ambassador of are now actually looking forward to confirming the news of you and Ayaan. According to them, people are more into buying their products if you do have something with them".

"That's ridiculous".

"I don't even care for that too. The thing is that for a couple of months I have been receiving some disturbing emails and messages from someone. Every time I try to track it down, there is no one. Everything is a dead end. I worked with one of my friends from the investigation department and he couldn't find anything".

She shudders, "Are they bad?"

"They are the worst. The man goes into details about the way he will...". Her manager swallowed, ".... he will use you and the different way he will put an end to your life, Aaira. The words, the images, and those messages are not random. Someone is planning something and we need backup".

"How will we get that?"

"By B5 security department".

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The moment he heard the noise downstairs he knows his peace was ruined. With a groan, he rolls over his bed, and his sheet falls on his bare waist. It was a habit he acquired while living alone. As much as he loves his family, he needs peace.

With a family and external families who are always at each other places- peace can never be an option. Though he will do anything for all of them. He likes his space where he can think and work which was also the reason he did not buy or take property that belongs to B5. He bought his place to build his company.

GLAM.

His company name was GLAM which he found was a very simple and common word that people can easily remember. When he had options varied from complicated names in different languages to something simple. He chooses simple. There was no need to complicate his life with weird names.

He heard more sounds as he carried his bare self to the washroom to freshen up before he killed whoever was in the house. After he changed into his regular Armani three-piece customized suit and a luxury watch on his wrists, he decided to face whoever is in his house and used his things. He hates when people are in his space and uses his things. They are his and he was extremely possessive about it.

As he descended the stairs he found his brother looming in the kitchen only banging the utensils and not doing any actual work. As much as their mother tried to build them into a proper man who knows how to treasure the love of their lives. His brother (Azaan) fails miserably. Both at learning any household work and learning how to love properly.

He shakes his head, entering the kitchen, "What are you doing in my apartment?"

"Shit". Azaan cried as he placed a hand over his chest, "Can you make some sounds while you move? You are like a shadow walking around".

His face stayed neutral, "I like to stay in the shadows".

Azaan waves a dismissing hand, "Yeah yeah. Whatever. I need some food and you don't have any".

"I am sorry if I don't crave sweet things and didn't place overly sweet cereal as per your liking in my place". He barely holds the urge to roll his eyes at his brother's antic

He always needs to eat cereal filled with a gallon of fake sugar. Even his parents never approved of his habits, however, they let him find joy in whatever he finds joy in.

"No need to be sorry, bro". Azaan grinned which made him roll his eyes as he took a glass filling it with pineapple juice

"Why are you here?" He asked again as he sipped his glass while his brother went through his refrigerator with disapproving eyes

"I was kicked out". Azaan said, taking peanut butter from the fridge

"Why?"

"That snitch snitched on me". Azaan slammed the peanut butter on the counter, "She has nothing better to do, I swear".

He continued to drink his glass of juice listening to a ten-minute-long rant on how Zaina needs to get a life while he is very aware of how much Azaan won't let her have a life of her own. Especially that doesn't consist him in it.

"Why did you give me sweets that day to give to her?" His brother asked and he raise his eyebrows, "You never and I mean never asked me to do something as absurd as that. You even offered to buy me that limited edition figure".

It was true. His brother as much as he is carefree when he is around Zaina it is difficult to make him do anything. He had to buy a very expensive limited edition figure that his brother wanted to get him to do what he wanted. To give that damn baarfi to her.

No. No. Not again.

He will not spend another minute thinking about her. He will not think about how beautiful that curly hair looks on her or how its length made her look like Rapunzel. No, no. He knows that princess only because he saw that movie with his sister. No other reason, of course. He will not think about those red cheeks and equally red lips. How that dress did justice to her. How he was taken back to even utter one word to her.

He remembers seeing those pictures online after his manager showed him for a couple of hours, ignoring all the theories and mean comments. Mostly, the comments opposed her. They were a little less on his part. He guess the media didn't point at him because he was B5 and he won't hesitate to sue them.

And he will not think about how he watched the other pictures of her from the wedding, especially where she was eating that sweet. She looks like a child who was given the best birthday gift. Her round eyes were filled with child-like glee. They were shining so brightly that anyone could have seen them from miles apart. Her smile was so big and contagious. He still remembers vividly from the live view. Since he couldn't find it in him to move his eyes away from her that night.

Dammit.

His brother smirks, "Well?"

He kept his face blank, "It's nothing. She was annoying so I shut her up".

"You". His brother chokes on his bread sandwich, "You wanted to shut her up so you gave her sweet? Sweet? You could have said something very means or even shouted at her- I know for a fact you do that to everyone without remorse. Yet you gave her some sweets?"

He narrows his eyes at his brother, "Stop talking and get out of my place. You know how much I hate when someone is here".

"Yeah. That's why you never let any of us come in for a day".

"Exactly. Now leave".

"Whatever".

He closed his eyes once his brother was out of the place. He looks at the mess his brother made and called the cleaner to come clean while he was gone. He hates mess.

He had read her files a couple of times by now. Every detail he can ever get on her was in there. Not personal details- he will never disrespect a woman that way. He means her career and her journey to success. She started younger than the people he knows. Too young to be near cameras. Even their parents didn't allow cameras near them until their twenties. There were times they couldn't stop it. However, they did their best. And he agrees that they were too young to be in the media.

Anyways, he can agree on the part that she is a very successful model. A little too successful. She will be the change that his company needs. Every model was experienced but aged. They were all into something that affected his reputation and image in the media. There have been too many cases since he started that he stopped counting.

His headache was going.

He hadn't heard from his manager if he managed to get an interview with her. There is no news about her whatsoever. Her manager is not answering the calls and emails for now. Which is weird. Unless something happened. Did something happen?

He shakes his head, why does he care?

His manager came running into his office and he narrowed his eyes at the manager who looks like he was ready to die.

"What?" He snapped

"S-Sir- there was a board meeting between the members". His manager stuttered, "They didn't inform us. They met in some another place".

"Why?" He hates that he chooses these board members in such a hassle

He should have chosen his family member instead of an outsider. They always create problems and issues for him.

"They have concerns". His manager said as his face loses color and he raises an eyebrow, "They said that you are not an appropriate man who can handle this company".

"Explain". He said feeling the fury gathering in his body

"They said that you have too much media attention. You have scandals with almost all the models we hired especially one who claims you have impregnated her".

He grovels.

"They said that you are not fit to be the CEO".

He slammed his hand on the table. Before he could have said something his manager spoke.

"I have a solution". His manager added, hurriedly, "You need to get married to someone who is equally as successful as you are".

"Excuse me?" He thinks he heard wrong because he can bet his manager just said to marry someone

"You need to marry someone so you can prove you are one woman's man". His manager started, gulping, "You need someone strong with you so she can help with your image and shut down all the rumors".

"I don't care about the board members".

"It's not just the board member". His manager looks close to death, "Our previous model said you forced her into those explicit activities and that you are a part of it. She claims that you are not married for that reason".

He closes his eyes because he knows he was going to lose it any moment now.

"If you don't marry someone within a week and bring her to the board members, they will vote you out".

He was planning his next words when the door opened to his office and his eyes immediately went to the person who walked in.

Her.

Aaira Rehaan Khan.

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