Have you ever loved someone soo much, that you'd be able to do just about anything for them...even destroying yourself?
Meet Zayaan Hashmi, the CEO of Qureshi group of industries. Tall, smart, handsome...the epitome of perfection. He has that charm...
Inarah's POV, I found myself pacing impatiently at the entrance, my anticipation growing with each passing moment. Zayaan had chosen to extend his stay by two more days, and my heart longed for his return. As I waited, I adorned myself in a pristine white chiffon saree, draping it with care as if I were preparing for a joyous festival to welcome him back home.
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My heart raced with joy as I caught sight of him stepping out of the car. Our eyes locked, and a rush of warmth flooded my cheeks, accompanied by an involuntary smile. I couldn't help but wonder what thoughts were running through his mind in that moment.
With his gaze never leaving mine, he approached me, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. Oh, how I had longed for this moment! Before he could cross the threshold, my heart propelled me into action. Without a second thought, I closed the distance between us in a run, my arms wrapping around him tightly. His presence enveloped me, and I could feel his heartbeat, his warmth, his scent—everything that made him uniquely him. My love!
"Oh, Zayaan, welcome back, my love!" I breathed, holding him even tighter. He returned the embrace, his warmth seeping into me, and a soft hiss escaped him, causing me to immediately release him, my concern etched on my face.
"What's wrong, hubby? Is your wound still bothering you?" My worry was palpable in my voice as I searched his eyes for any sign of pain or discomfort.
He shook his head, a reassuring smile playing on his lips. "It's nothing, just jet lag," he explained, attempting to downplay any discomfort he might be feeling.
I frowned, unconvinced by his explanation.
At that moment, Rajiv entered the scene, and I gasped as my eyes fell on his bruised face. It was clear that something had transpired during their absence. My gaze shifted to Zayaan, and my concern deepened as I noticed a scar above his right eyebrow and a fading bruise at the corner of his mouth.
"Oh God, what happened to your face, Rajiv? And Zayaan, too?" I instinctively reached out to touch Zayaan's face, but he gently stopped my hand, a protective gesture that spoke volumes.
"Don't worry, it was just a minor scuffle. We're both fine," Zayaan reassured me, his grip on my hand offering a reassuring squeeze. He turned his attention to Rajiv.
"Go home and rest," Zayaan advised, patting Rajiv's back. Their eyes exchanged unspoken messages, a bond forged through shared experiences.
"Ji, bhai," Rajiv acknowledged with a nod in my direction before departing. It was clear that he had a family waiting for him, and I understood the importance of his presence at home.
As Rajiv left, a sense of mystery hung in the air. I couldn't help but wonder about the events that had unfolded in their absence. What had led to the scuffle, and why did both Zayaan and Rajiv bear the marks of a confrontation? My heart ached with a mixture of worry and curiosity, yearning to unravel the enigma that had played out during their time away.
