ZEESHAN POV

Zeeshan pov

I'm seething with anger and frustration as I torture the traitor in my dungeon.

I'm beating him shit out

He betrayed me and tried to destroy my underworld business, stealing my trucks, guns, drugs, and goods worth 5 fcking million loss.

He's screaming in pain, begging for death, but I'm unfazed. I take out a nail cutter and remove his fingernails, one by one, as he wails in agony.

Just as I'm about to deliver another blow, the door opens and my best monkey I mean my bestfriend, yuvraj Raghuvanshi,walks in.

"Save some for me, Shanu," he says with a smirk, using a nickname that irritates me even further.

I glare at him, my anger boiling over. "I'll kill you, yuvraj," I snarl, putting down the nail cutter.

The traitor takes advantage of the distraction to scream again, but I silence him with a fierce warning.

"Shut up, or I'll cut off your fingers!" Yuvraj tries to calm me down, speaking in a soothing tone. In baby voice seriously bro he is fcking ceo of RAGHUVANSHI COMPANY

"Shanu, why are you so angry, my baby?" But I'm having none of it. "Shut up, yuvraj. I'm pissed off already."

I storm out of the room, changing into a new shirt to replace the one stained with blood.

Yuvraj follows me, along with our other friends, Adeen Shaik and Araman Khanna.

We've been friends since nursery, and they know better than to mess with me when I'm in this mood.

We sit down on the couch, and I try to compose myself, but my anger is still simmering just below the surface.

Adeen broke the silence, dropping a bombshell "My sister is coming to India."

He spoke in a low tone, leaning back into the couch.

My heart raced as I thought to myself, "Finally, my bride is coming ,Rahaman Shaik, you're moving your plane already."

Yuvraj exclaimed, "So, your long-lost sister is finally coming to India, wow!"

Adeen's twin sister had passed away in an accident 14 years ago,

when she was just 12 years old. I had met her at Adeen's birthday party, and I was immediately smitten.

I was 17 at the time, and I had wanted to make her mine. But fate had other plans, and she was taken from me far too soon.

After her death, her family had taken her twin sister away, and no one knew what Rahaman Shaik, Adeen's grandfather, had planned for her.

It wasn't until two years ago that we discovered she was living in New York.

And now, Adeen's words confirmed that she would finally be returning to India. I couldn't help but wonder what this meant for me, for my chances with the woman I had loved and lost.

FLASHBACK

I walked into the grand study, surrounded by walls of books and the distinctive scent of old leather. Rahaman Shaik, Adeen's grandfather, sat behind his massive desk, his piercing eyes fixed on me.

I greeted him with respect, "Assalam walikum, Dadu."

He responded with a warm smile, "Walikum assalam, beta. Sit down."

As I sat on the plush couch, he walked towards me, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief.

I sensed that something was brewing in his mind, but I had no idea what. "Why did you call me here, Dadu?" I asked, trying to hide my curiosity.

Rahaman Shaik's smile grew wider as he stared at me, his eyes seeming to bore into my soul.

What's cooking on this old man head.

"I want you to marry my granddaughter,"

he dropped the bombshell, his voice calm and collected.

My eyes widened in shock, my mind racing with disbelief.

"Is this old man in his right mind?" I thought to myself.

"Or has he hit his head somewhere?" The idea of marrying Adeen's sister, the woman I had loved and lost, was both thrilling and terrifying.

I didn't know what to say, so I remained silent, my eyes fixed on the mafia kingpin who seemed to be pulling the strings of my destiny

"No," I said sternly, my eyes locked on Rahaman Shaik's piercing gaze.

"She's Adeen's sister, and I can't marry her." I felt a surge of frustration and closed my eyes, trying to compose myself.

"Why should I marry a girl I don't even know?" I exclaimed, my words tumbling out in a rush.

"Just because she's Adeen's sister? I don't want to marry her. I still love the girl who left this world 14 years ago, and I can't replace her with someone else."

My heart raced as I spoke, the memories of my lost love flooding my mind. I couldn't bear the thought of marrying another woman, especially one who was connected to the same family that had taken my love away from me. Rahaman Shaik's expression remained calm.

"I have a girlfriend, Alia, and I'm going to marry her," I said, but Rahaman Shaik's expression remained unchanged.

"You're going to marry my granddaughter,"

he stated sternly. "I've already spoken to your parents, and they've agreed."

"Why should I marry her?" I asked, rubbing my hands over my face in frustration.

"Because you made a promise to me, young man," he replied with a sly smile, his eyes gleaming with a hint of blackmail.

"You can't blackmail me like this," I protested, but he just chuckled.

"I can, young man," he said confidently. "And she will marry you."

"But what if she doesn't want to?" I asked, knowing that she didn't even know my name or face, and had no idea that I was her brother's best friend.

"She will," he said, his confidence unwavering. "You're not giving her a choice."

I realized that he was forcing her into this marriage, and I felt a surge of anger and helplessness.

"After two weeks , she'll come back," he said, changing the subject and pulling out a new document.

I nodded reluctantly and walked out, wondering why he was so determined to make me marry his granddaughter. What did he have planned?

Flashback end

My thoughts were interrupted by Adeen's voice.

"What are you thinking, Zeeshan?" he asked, but I shook my head, not wanting to share my thoughts. I looked at Araman, who was busy on his phone.

"You know, Shanu, our man has been caught by someone in New York," Araman said, his brow furrowed in concern. "I don't know who it is, but it's like they vanished him into thin air."

My mind started racing, thinking about the mysterious disappearance in New York.

I tried to piece together the clues, wondering who could be behind it.

Adeen's voice brought me back to the conversation.

"Adeen, how's your sister?" Araman asked suddenly.

"Does she have a boyfriend or is she married? If not, I want to marry your sister."

Adeen's expression turned dark, and he shot Araman a side-eye look, his disgust evident.

"Don't even dream of marrying my sister, I'll cut off your head,"

he warned, his voice low and menacing.

Adhira raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Everyone's curious to see your sister, Adeen," he said, his tone teasing.

"Remember one thing, none of you will marry my sister," Adeen burst out, his anger evident.

I couldn't help but smirk, thinking about Rahaman Shaik's plan to marry his granddaughter to me, unaware that Adeen was oblivious to his grandfather's scheme.

"Why are you smirking, Zeeshan?" Araman asked, noticing my expression.

I shook my head, "No, nothing." I didn't want to reveal what I knew.

"Let's go home, guys. My mom will be waiting for me," yuvraj said,he is mamaa boy

and we all nodded in agreement. As we left, I couldn't help but think that Adeen's sister would be arriving tomorrow, and Rahaman Shaik's plan would soon unfold.

I drove to the mansion, my mind racing with thoughts of the impending arrival and the secrets that would soon be revealed.



INAYA POV:

MUMBAI

As I sit on the private jet with Meera, Shammer, and Safiya, I can't help but stare out the window, lost in thought. My mind wanders back to that fateful night when my entire identity was changed forever.

I lost my soulmate sister, and my grandfather's plans for me began to unfold.

I long for a normal life, like everyone else, but my grandfather had other plans. He turned me into a weapon, training me for 8 years in that mansion, which felt like a living hell. The basement, the gun firing, the blood - it's all etched in my memory, haunting me every time I close my eyes.

I was introduced to the underworld 4 years ago, and my grandfather was the one who led me into it.

I begged my mom not to take me away from her, and I requested my dad to let me stay with them. But fate had other plans.

"Inaya, are you okay?" Safiya's voice breaks through my reverie,

and I nod, closing my eyes to try and sleep, hoping to escape the memories that haunt me

I made a promise to myself to keep my emotions in check, to wear a facade even when meeting my family after 14 long years.

I knew my grandfather was planning something for me. As the jet landed in India, Mumbai, I felt a cool breeze hit my face as I emerged from the plane. I saw four cars waiting for us - three Audis and one Rolls Royce - with my bodyguards and Shammer's bodyguards standing beside them.

"So, Inaya, let's go home," Safiya said, tugging on my hand.

"No, Safiya, you go home. I'll come tomorrow to meet everyone," I replied, shaking my head.

"But Inaya, I told my mom you're coming to India, and she was so happy," Safiya said, her eyes pleading.

I knew how much her mom loved me, but I had to be firm. "No, Safiya, I have to go."

Shammer nodded in understanding. "Call me if you need any help."

I nodded, and we parted ways. Meera and I sat in the Rolls Royce, with a car following behind us carrying my guards.

As we drove, I asked Meera, "Did you buy that mansion?"

She nodded, "Yes, ma'am."

I leaned back in my seat, closing my eyes, trying to calm my racing heart. The car eventually stopped in front of a modern mansion, and my guards helped me out.



Meera bid me farewell, and I walked into my new home, my heels clicking on the marble floor.

My heart was racing, but I tried to compose myself.

Two women in their 40s, Maryam and Senha, greeted me in the hall.

"Ma'am, I'm Maryam, and this is Senha," Maryam said, introducing the other lady.

I nodded, and they asked if I wanted lunch. I requested something spicy and walked upstairs to change into a normal outfit. After a refreshing shower, I tried to shrug off my fears, but they only seemed to intensify as the minutes ticked by.

I eventually came downstairs, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

I sat on the couch, scrolling through my phone to see if Luca had responded, but there was no message. I sighed and turned off my phone. Maryam entered the room, "Ma'am, your lunch is ready."

I looked up at her, my tone unintentionally cold, "Don't call me ma'am."

Maryam shivered, "B-but..."

I cut her off, my voice firm but controlled, "Call me beta or Inaya."

I walked towards the dining table, my heels clicking on the floor, leaving Maryam looking uncertain behind me.

I sat at the dining table, surrounded by various Indian dishes, and ate quietly, savoring the spicy curry. A smile formed on my lips as I finished lunch. I walked towards Maryam and Sneha, who were busy cooking something that filled the air with a sweet aroma.

"What are you cooking?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

Sneha's sweet voice replied, "We knew you were coming back to India after so many years, so we made gulab jamun and ladoo."

I nodded, showing my appreciation, "Thanks for the food, it was delicious."

Their faces lit up with smiles, and I returned a small smile before walking towards the hall to answer my phone. It was my grandfather.

"Assalam walikum, Dadu," I said in a low tone.

"Walikum assalam, beta," he replied in his usual tone. "Come to Shaik's mansion."

I whispered, "Okay," and he hung up. I sighed, feeling a sense of trepidation. I changed into a gray full-neck sweater, gray pants, and a coat, as it was cold in November.

I took the Range Rover's car keys and drove off, wondering if this journey would lead me to heaven or hell.



My car came to a halt in front of Shaik's mansion, a place I hadn't seen in 14 years. The guards opened the gate, and I parked my car, handing the keys to the chauffeur.

As I stepped out, I was reminded of my family's wealth - we were billionaires. I walked towards the hall, feeling a mix of familiarity and strangeness. My heart raced with every step, and I could feel my palms getting sweaty.

As I entered the hall, I saw my mother, Amira, sitting beside my grandmother, engaged in a conversation. My dad, Shaizain, and Adeen were talking nearby, while Hayat, my sister, sat with a man, her head resting on his shoulder - I assumed he was her husband. The girl sitting beside Adeen, with a baby bump, caught my eye. She tapped Adeen's shoulder, and he turned towards me, his eyes widening in surprise.

The girl's voice rang out, "Adeen, look who's here!" Everyone's head turned towards me, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

My mom rose from the couch, her eyes fixed on me, and walked towards me with open arms. But I didn't reciprocate her hug, my expression frozen in a facade of calmness, hiding the turmoil within.

"Beta Inaya, kaise ho?" (Child Inaya, how are you?) my mother asked, her voice laced with emotion.

I broke free from her hug, my voice cold and detached. "I'm okay."

My dad approached me with open arms, but I dodged his hug, my voice firm. "Don't show fake emotions."

Adeen, the girl, Hayat, and her husband walked towards me. "Inaya, kaise ho tum bachcha?" (Inaya, how are you, child?) Adeen asked, taking my hand. I shrugged, my tone professional. "I'm okay, Mr. Adeen."

The room fell silent, with everyone suppressing their emotions. Adeen's jaw clenched, Mrs. Amira's eyes moistened, and Hayat stood like a statue, her eyes also brimming with tears. My dad looked at me with a mix of emotions in his eyes.

"Meet my wife, Sofia," Adeen said, and I nodded.

Just then, a young voice exclaimed, "What's going on here?" Faizan, my younger brother, stood in the doorway with a bag slung over his shoulder and a cricket bat in hand. He ran towards me, and I hugged him, feeling a genuine smile for the first time.

"Didi, it's really you!" he exclaimed, his tone excited.

I hummed in response, and he continued, "You're looking beautiful, didi!"

My grandmother walked towards me, "Aane meri choti ko ghar meya first" (Come, my little one, come home first). She hugged me tightly, and I felt a surge of emotions. "I miss you, Dadi," I said, my voice cracking.

"I miss you too, child. Let's sit," she said, leading me to the couch. "Inaya beta, how was your journey?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

"It was good, Dadi," I replied, trying to sound neutral.

Hayat spoke up, "Inaya, how are you?" but I just shrugged, not wanting to show any emotions.

My mom intervened, "Inaya beta, tumare kuch khane ke liye thi hu" (Inaya, I have something for you to eat). She walked towards the kitchen, followed by Adeen's wife.

Hayat introduced her husband, "Inaya, meet my husband, Ali Hassan." I nodded, trying to be polite.

Faizan asked, "Didi, are you going to live with us na?" (Are you going to live with us, sister?). I hesitated, not wanting to disappoint him. "No, I'm living in a mansion I bought here. You can visit me anytime."

My dad spoke up, "Inaya, hum chate hai ki tum hamre sath raho" (Inaya, we want you to stay with us). I looked at him, unsure of what they were planning, but I didn't want to break my heart again. It was already shattered, and I couldn't bear the thought of going through that again.

My mom came with a tray of sweets and juice, placing it on the table in front of me. She offered me a big biscuit and a glass of milk, but I shook my head. "Drink milk, Inaya, it's good for your health," Hayat said, trying to persuade me. But I felt my anger boiling over. "I have an allergy to milk," I said curtly, trying to control my temper.

Hayat apologized, "Sorry," and murmured something under her breath. Then maid came announced,

"Inaya ma'am Bade Sahib is calling you to his study."

I nodded, knowing that this was it - the moment I had been dreading. I rose from my seat and walked towards his study room, my heart heavy with the weight of what was to come. As I entered, I saw him sitting on a couch, reading a book in Hindi. He looked up and commanded, "Sit." I sat down, my heart racing. "So, beta, how much are you waiting to claim INK EMPIRE? I know," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

I put on a expressionless face as his eyes bore into mine. "You promised to give me that company,' I said, trying not to argue with the old man.

"I never forget my promises, young girl,' he said with a smile.

This old man again cooking big in his head

Something big was going to happen, and my mind raced with the thought. "When will you transfer all the shares to me?" I asked.

"You want something, you have to give something in return,'' he said with a smirk.

"What do you mean? You promised me INK EMPIRE WILL BE MINE 14 years ago!" I screamed, even though I knew his soundproof walls would muffle the sound.

"'Cool beta, I just need a small favor from you,'' he said, his eyes piercing.

'And what is that?' I asked, my heart racing.

"'Marry the guy I select for you,' he said, dropping a bombshell. I couldn't believe it - I had already lost the only man I loved, and I didn't want anyone else.

"'I'm not going to be a pawn in your games again,' I said, my voice firm.

"'I can't marry anyone, you know the reason,' I said, trying to reason with him. But he just sipped his tea, his expression unchanging.

"'If you keep denying, I will kill them,' he said in a cold, dominating tone. I couldn't believe he was threatening me like this.

"'You're not ,' I pleaded, my voice shaking. I couldn't lose anyone else in my life - I had already caused them enough damage.

"'Then be ready to marry him,' he said, his smile returning. 'What if he doesn't want to marry me?' I asked, trying to reason with him again.

"'His family will come tomorrow evening to see you. You will also live here. Tell the driver to come with your luggage,' he said, his smirk growing wider.

"I'll come tomorrow evening, but i don't want stay here," I said, rising from the couch. He nodded, and I left his study, walking towards the hall.

"Beta, come let's have dinner," my mom said with a sweet tone.

"I'm not hungry, I have to go," I replied, taking steps towards the door.

My mom held my wrist, "Kha ja rahe ho beta?" (What's wrong, child?)

I demanded, "Leave my hand! , Mrs.amira " and she released her grip.

I shot back, "Remember, I'm only your daughter in name, not in relationship."

With that, I stormed out of the mansion, sat in my car, and started driving.

We had only driven about 2 meters when a black Lamborghini suddenly stopped in front of us, blocking my path.

I pressed the horn, but there was no response. I stepped out of the car and walked towards the Lamborghini, opening the door.

To my surprise, there was no driver or owner in sight. Suddenly, someone grabbed my wrist tightly, and a deep, husky voice spoke in my ear, "Who are you, and what are you doing in my car?"

He pulled me towards him, and I turned to face a Greek god-like man with piercing green eyes, a sharp jawline, a beard, perfect eyebrows, pinkish lips, and black silky hair. He wore a black Armani suit.

"Leave my hand," I jerked my hand free, and he stood frozen, as if seeing a ghost.

"It's your car," I said, and he nodded.

"Move it, it's blocking the road," I said, walking back to my car

He moved the car, and I drove back to the mansion.

Author pov:

Amira (Inaya's mother): (sobbing) Oh, Shahzain, I can't believe she's gone again. I failed her, I failed our family.

Shahzain (Inaya's father): (calmly) Amira, don't blame yourself. We all made mistakes. We thought we were doing what was best for her at the time.

Amira: (bitterly) Best for her? You mean best for us! We were so caught up in our own problems, our own ego, that we let her slip away.

Adeen (Inaya's elder brother): (guiltily) Mom, Dad, it's not just your fault. I was just as selfish, just as blind. I didn't see how much she was hurting.

Faizan (Inaya's younger brother): (tearfully) And I was too young to understand. I didn't know how to help her.

Hayat (Inaya's younger sister): (softly) We all failed her, in our own way. But we can't change the past. We can only try to make it right now.

Younes (Inaya's uncle): (wisely) My dear family, we need to learn from our mistakes. We need to communicate, to listen to each other, and to support each other. Only then can we heal and move forward.

Fafu (Inaya's aunt): (gently) And we need to forgive ourselves, and each other. We need to let go of the guilt and the shame, and embrace each other's imperfections.

Noor (Inaya

's cousin sister): (encouragingly) And we need to believe in each other's strength, and in the love that binds us together.

Akaram (Inaya's cousin brother): (determined) We will get through this, together. We will find Inaya, and we will make it right.

Shahzain: (firmly) Enough of this guilt and self-blame. We need to take action, to find Inaya and bring her back home.