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Chapter 1


CHAPTER 1

The ticking of the divider was the only sound ending the hush of the room in a profound dim night. The quiet of the room was not making him uncomfortable , the cool air was shattering the windows hardheartedly. His life was as dim as a bottomless pit and as brutal as the substances of life. Losing his family at six years old made him hard to the center transforming him into a heartless fallen angel .The very kid who was loaded with adoration and life was changed into a 28 year old man without any feelings , no consideration on the planet. The kid who never needed to hurt a fly now killed individuals without a second thought . His eyes were getting red with fierceness as he pondered the glow of his mother's hand , his father's cherishing voice ,his more youthful sibling's honest eyes when he needed to play with him. His blood overflowed with displeasure making his sanity go all haywire, the clock was all the while ticking making it clear each second of the night that they were no more and time has passed.

"Boss" .A gruff voice shattered his thoughts into a million pieces dragging him out of his past viciously

He looked at his men standing at the door looking at him with nothing but pure concern in his eyes.

"Yes Hadeed"?? His voice was deep like an ocean and sharp like a dagger that can cut any living soul around him into two pieces.

"Its four in the morning boss, you should sleep now. Don't do this to yourself Big bro".

The man moved towards him and stood in front of him looking worried

"I am fine Hadeed. I can take care of myself but thank you for your concern". He replied as politely as possible

"Dada called a few hours ago, he wanted to talk to you but you... " Hadeed hesitated due to his boss's rough mood.

"Hadeed how many times have I told you to give me the phone when dada calls" He unclasped his hands and got up from the expensive leather chair moving towards the cordless phone on his desk.

"I'll talk to him ,go take some rest I am alright" he looked at him assuring him

"Yes boss .And boss we need to solve the matter of that university tomorrow, that lame excuse of a human is getting out of hands. He is pissing the authorities off now"

"Take care of that bastard tomorrow, someone needs to put him in his place and hadeed..." he looked out of the room window into the twilight that was now very visible.

" If he doesn't understands, kill him right on the spot, that's a direct order. I'll deal with the rest. You can leave now". He commanded in a firm tone , authority was dripping in his voice daring anybody to challenge him

"Yes sir". With that the man left his room wordlessly disappearing into the huge mansion .

He dialed dada's number on the cordless putting the phone to his ear while putting the other hand in his posh designer suit pocket.

"hello" ??

A frail voice from the other side made the torment in his chest agonizing.

"Dada? How are you? Why are you awake so early? Its only 4:15 in the morning dada. You ought to consider your wellbeing important" He reproved him delicately like he was conversing with a child.

"Asalam o alaikum to you too grandson". Dada answered laughing gently

"You ought to rest too child why are you wakeful". He reproved him back

"Walaikum as salam..sorry dada I neglected to say it at first. And I was awake for the same reason as you were." He answered quietly

There was a minute of complete silence for five seconds on the other side .

"Zayaan it wasn't your fault .I understand what you are experiencing yet don't do this to yourself. I miss them as well however its destiny you have to acknowledge that ," he attempted to prevail upon his unyielding grandson knowing as of now that it will go to squander.

He knew each year his grandson will secure himself up in his office upon the arrival of the passing commemoration of his parents and sibling, suffocating himself into the ocean of work .It happened each year ,Zayaan tosses himself at work and depletes himself out till he gets the rage, anger and disillusionment out of his framework.

"Dada why did you called me earlier"? Zayaan tried to change the subject

"Your dada is old and needs you young man ,can't a dada miss his grandson"? Dada tried to lighten his mood

"Yes dada you can miss me . I'll come to meet you soon . As soon as I am done with work here" Zayaan replied gently

"When will you get married Zayaan ,I want grand children" Dada was getting impatient with his grandson's continuous denial towards marriage and he knew it.

"How many times do we have to go through this dada I thought I made it clear that I don't want to get married." Zayaan said annoyed

"I am not asking you to get married now Zayaan but in the future...??"

"Dada I don't want to get married !!,not now,not ever. I don't want to get married. Period" He started pacing in the room trying to convince his grand father.

"Zayaan you are wasting your life" . "And from now on I am not going to talk to you .Do not talk to me unless you want to get married is that clear". "Let me know when you agree to this.". "Clear"??

"Crystal" Zayaan said sighing

"Allah Hafiz"

"Allah Hafiz dada" he sighed and dropped the cordless carelessly on the couch in front of him.

Marriage , love, family was not a word in his dictionary. He adored  very few people in his life and protected them with all his power. Dada was one of those people that he considered a very important part of his life. He was the only family he had left. He never once thought about bringing a girl in his colourless life, never wanted to feel the emotions .He was a walking robot , programmed to sleep ,eat work, execute, protect and think. His life style never bothered him and that was the only think that bothered dada too much.

The broken boy was still inside his rigid body whom he killed everyday with his carelessness , his attitude, and most of all his non remorseful mind set.

Zayaan took a deep breath and left his office , the house was dead quiet .He looked around for any kind of threat or danger ,his sharp gaze roaming towards the whole place trying to find any source of risk which could hurt him and his men or even his staff. He cared about his staff and gave them their necessities , never hesitated to secure them ,might be that was the explanation behind the general population around him to stay with him. Indeed, even his workers were faithful to him. He never affronted them, never ridiculed them or consider them any lower.

He went into his room not bothering to turn the lights on .He was depleted by the emotional harm that happens each year inside him on this specific day. He yanked his tie harshly tossed it over the room and went to bed without taking his shoes off and shut his eyes overlooking everything about his loathsome past for a couple of hours.

The next morning...

"Is the car ready"?

"Yes boss" . "We'll reach our destination in approximately half hour. You also have a meeting at 4 o clock in the evening. Talal his other man briefed him on his schedule for the day as he got into his expensive car.

He was going to deal with a man who was a professional at kidnapping young girls and selling them for prostitution. Nowadays he was disguising himself as a university teacher trying to get as many girls as possible.

It was a private university and thousands of innocent girls considered him as a really good teacher . He was that incredible at his occupation yet at the same time a bastard.

"Boss we are here, I suggest you wait in the car sir .We will try to handle him but if he doesn't you can come and have all the fun you want" Talal said looking at him with a serious expression. He knew the amount Zayaan abhorred these kind of individuals.

He nodded his head in agreement and looked at his laptop on his lap while Talal got out of the car.

He was concentrating too hard on his work when his phone went off signaling another one of his fiercely loyal and irritating man calling.

"Good morning Asfandyar". He greeted him politely

"Asalam o alikum Big Bro. Will you ever greet someone with salam" A cheerful and overly joyed sound came from the other side making Zayaan smile automatically. Asfandyar was his most youngest man he was 20 years old ,extremely annoying, all time cheerful and a lively kid. According to Hadeed ,Asfandyar could even get a bed post to like him. He always seem to lighten up the mood in worse situations.

But when it came to work that boy behaved like a forty year old serious and mature guy. He was excellent at his job.

"Walaikum as salam Asfandyar. I am sorry I neglected to say it at first. He replied with the same answer he gave to dada last night. He had the same answer for everybody.

"Sure you did Big bro ." he replied sarcastically as he already knew his excuse

"Anyway I called to ask what should I do with kareem and his gang"??

"Ask them to surrender themselves otherwise you know what to do" He replied in blatant tone

"Whatever you say Big Bro" he obeyed without a question

"And big bro".. "Seriously get married atleast then may be you won't be this much boring, see you have wasted 28 years of lifelike you are a big lonely dinosaur but if you....."

"Shutup Asfandyar before I do it for you" he cutted him off seriously

"Ohh getting kinky are we? How do you plan to do it? By kissing me?? I am sorry to burst your bubble Big Bro but I don't bet for the other team". He ranted knowing that he is irritating the hell out of his boss.

"Asfandyar seriously shutup or I swear I'll do it for you ,don't eat my brain". He scolded him already knowing the fact that he will never listen .

"You are so boring. Dada is right , you need a wife".. with that he disconnected the call

Zayaan smiled and shaked his head looking at his cell phone. Some people never change he thought .

A knock on the window made him look outside and open his car door. This was the signal that he is needed inside to handle the matter.

He got out of his car and moved towards the university gate . His each step was screaming grace and body language was shouting authority. Students parted his way like the sea and looked at him with pure awe. Jet black hair chiseled jaw pitch black eyes and soft gold skin tone was what made him a devil in disguise . His expensive black suit was hugging his toned body perfectly .

His body guards were immediately at his side in a protective manner willing to kill anyone who test them.

He moved to the office and burst the door open without a single thought. A man was sitting on his chair looking scared as hell . Zayaan gave him a blatant look, his eyes were steel hard piercing through the scared man making him gulp in fear

He walked towards the man like a predator walks towards its prey .Zayaan leaned down at his level and gave him a calculated look .

"I believe I told you to stop your animalistic acts haven't I" ? His voice was cold free of any emotion.

"I- I-it-its not that easy " the man stammered under his scorching gaze and cowered back in fear.

"Really "??? Zayaan smiled cruelly and a smirk plastered his face.

"Then may be I should make it easy for you ".Zayaan gave him a merciless look and got his gun out from the waist band of his suit and pointed the lethal weapon directly at his forehead.

"I am asking you very nicely and for the very last fu***ng time. If you do not comply in 10 seconds I'll gladly blow your piece of shit for brain out and drag your sorry dead ass to t...." A soft feminine voice interrupted his threats and made him snap his head to the door.

"May I come i--.. " The look of pure shock was evident on her face, fear was clear as day upon her beautiful features as she saw Zayaan and the barrel of his gun pointed at her teacher. She gripped the door handle tighter to absorb the situation. Her knuckles turning white with force.

"W-what is going o-on here" ? Her voice was shaking with panic. Big light brown eyes were looking at Zayaan in horror.

Zayaan was sure as hell he never saw a women beautiful like her before, she was not more than 25 her skin was looking like soft silk making Zayaan want to touch it . Something unfamiliar tightened in his chest which automatically made him clench his jaw and grip on his gun tighter. He changed his posture moving towards her . She was frozen where she stood like he was making her captive with his hard eyes.

"Zayaan gave her a delibrate look his face gave nothing away. She was so naïve and delicate .Zayaan's heart miss a beat at the thought of having her in his arms . She was shivering under his gaze her hands wet with sweat .Light pink scarf and matching dupatta was complimenting her skin too much. She looked like a porcelain doll. Zayaan towered over her with his large frame making her eyes go wide and her breathing slower. She was 5'4 .Zayaan was 6'2. Shortie his mind said in a loving manner. He shook his head and looked at her with a stone cold expression.

"Get inside the office" he said in a grave voice.

She took shaky steps towards him as he got out of her way .

"Sit down". He didn't even knew himself why he was doing this but he was sure he could make a pretty good excuse for it .

The girl gave her teacher a panicked look gripping the chair handles tighter.

Zayaan took a step towards her with his gun still in his hands .

The girl took one look at the gun tears pooling her eyes .Her lips were trembling with terror creating a more stunning look on her dazzling features . She was gorgeous.

"What's your name" ? His voice was deep and husky . The girl kept her gaze at his shoes trembling her tears were flowing soundlessly on her face . To say that she was terrified of the men present in the room was an understatement.

"M-ma –Manum... she bit her lip trying to hold her sobs back in her throat

"Full name"

"Manum Mustafa"

"Why did you came in his office" He asked with a hint of jealousy in his voice making both of his men giving him an odd look.

"I –I – I c- came here for m-my notes" . "Mr Ali has them he took them to make some corrections". She stammered still looking at his shoes.

"Hmm , Manum I am afraid you have seen something you shouldn't have" .

"Please.. I beg you don't hurt me. I'll never tell anybody anything .please." She was full on sobbing now .

Zayaan felt a pain his chest again as he saw the beauty in front of his eyes crying.

"I am sorry Manum".. her name rolled off of his tongue giving his mouth a sweet taste.

"I can't let you go after what you have witnessed. "

Manum cringed looked at him in horror cringing at the thought of being near to him. She knew what was coming and it scared her to death.

"No please. I'll do whatever you say please don't take me with you".

"What do we do with you then ? you could be liability for me " ? He gave her a non chalant look.

Zayaan held her gaze ,she looked like she would die with fright .

He sighed and made his tone light

"I have no choice ,I am sorry ". His mind was telling him the truth but he was denying it with all his might. He knew why he was taking her with him ,he needed an excuse to be with her all the time but refused to accept it.

The girl's heart beat wildly in her chest as her breathing became shallow.

She gave him a dreadful look.

"n-n0 please"... "please. sHelp .Help me somebody ". She was shouting with full force now.

"Sedate her" He ordered callously

"Yes sir". His men obeyed his orders and she felt a sharp pinch in her right arm numbing her senses and awareness of her surroundings.

She fell backwards on the chair as Zayaan caught her with his arms and took her bridal style.

"Take him with us too". He avoided his guard's weird gazes and Hadeed's smiling face as he got out of the office . His body guards made a protective circle around him shoving people away from him. Whole student body was looking at him with shocked and astonished expressions as he walked elegantly with a girl in his arms but no one dared to stop him like everyone knew who he was.

A boy rushed towards him." What the hell do you think you are doing, let her go". He shouted at his face . Zayaan gave him firm look his body guard suddenly pointed his gun at young boy's head .He backed away in fear.

Zayann got into the back seat with her unconscious body and closed the door.

Hadeed slid into the front seat with Talal .The rest of the bodyguards climbed into the other car . Screeching sound of the tires signaled his departure as the two vehicles left a storm of dust behind them.

"Should I even ask". Hadeed spoke from the front seat with an amused voice.

"No" .Zayaan growled looking out the window.

He saw Talal smiling slightly in the rare view mirror and snapped.

"Both of you shut your mouths" He barked annoyed at them and looked at the beauty with him unaware of her surroundings. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes resting his head at the back of the seat trying to calm the tornado in his heart. Both men from the front seat chuckled lightly at his outburst and he smiled with closed eyes.

"Damn" he thought knowing what was coming in the future.

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This is not edited please avoid the errors and grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language

Translation:

Dada---- is used for grandfather in urdu

Salam----- is a Muslim greeting

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