30| You Belong With Me

It feels oddly surreal, standing in front of the mirror, adjusting the lapels of my suit, preparing for the law review session that might as well determine half of my grade. A part of me still feels the familiar tug of doubt, not because I question my abilities in the courtroom, I've proven myself more than once. It's this frustrating sensation, this pesky emotion that hangs in the air when people judge me for being... well, me.

I mean sure I'm the fun guy, always ready with a joke, the lighthearted one in the group. But that doesn't mean I can't handle the heat in a courtroom. My so-called "jolly" personality doesn't strip away the fact that I've impressed judges time and again with my razor-sharp arguments, precise counterpoints, and ability to sway a jury with charisma and confidence.

And yet, a few minutes ago, I overheard a couple of people gossiping about me. A bunch of narrow-minded fools whispering that I'm too non-serious to make a mark in the legal world, wondering how someone like me would fare in a courtroom.

Ouch! Gossip can hurt a guy, too. It stings more than I care to admit.

But this trial... this one is different. It's not just any case. This law review session is crucial. It's the kind of trial that could make or break my future, and I need it to go perfectly. Half my grade rides on it, and I can't afford to slip.

Pocketing my hands inside the suit, I breathe in, steadying myself. Confidence floods back, wrapping itself around me like armor. I'm not just ready for this; I'm going to own it. I square my shoulders, feeling the sharp cut of the suit against my frame, and head out of the room.

And then I bump into someone.

I look down, about to apologize, when I catch a glimpse of hazel eyes, her raven-black hair cascading down her back, and those almond-shaped eyes that have been haunting me lately. Inaya.

She looks up, her expression a mixture of surprise and something I can't quite put my finger on. She's been acting strange ever since Zaid's engagement, quieter than usual. I can't ponder why exactly is she acting like this? Have I done something to upset her?

"Naya" I say, leaning slightly forward with that trademark smirk of mine. "You know that was an old way to catch my attention, the new one is just look at me and I'm all yours"

She rolls her eyes in that perfect way she does, looking both annoyed and amused at the same time. "Shut up Ayan it's impossible for you to be mine"

I chuckle, enjoying the banter but there's something more serious in her gaze today. She's different. There's always been this sharpness to her, this wit that cuts through my playful flirting like it's nothing.

But before I can throw another line, she tilts her head, her expression softening. "I know you have your trial today."

I raise an eyebrow, caught off guard. "You remembered?"

She crosses her arms and sighs, like I'm the dumbest person in the world. "Of course, I did and for the record, I know you're going to do great. No one can match your negotiation skills in court."

Her words hit me right in the chest. I've been on the receiving end of compliments before, but somehow, this feels different. She actually believes in me. She trusts me. And for a split second, I feel that flicker in my heart, the one I've been ignoring for a while now. There's something about her Inaya has always been different.

I can't help but smile, feeling a warmth spread through me. "You know, if you keep talking like that, I might actually start to believe I'm invincible."

She gives me a half-smile, her eyes twinkling. "Oh, don't worry. I'll bring you back down to earth when you need it."

I lean in slightly, my voice dropping, "You mean after I win this case, right?"

She steps back, and just as I'm about to throw another flirt her way, she pulls out a small ribbon from her pocket. "Hold out your hand."

I blink, confused, but do as she says. She ties the ribbon around my wrist, her fingers gentle as they loop it into a neat knot. I look at her, baffled.

"What's this for?" I ask, glancing down at the ribbon.

"It's for motivation," she says, her voice soft but playful. "So Mr. Flirt, make sure you win this case. It'll remind you that someone's keeping an eye on you."

I glance at the ribbon, feeling oddly touched. "You've got your beautiful eyes on me?

Inaya grins, rolling her eyes again. "Don't get used to it. Now go, impress them like you always do."

I stare at her for a moment longer, the weight of the moment settling in. She trusts me. And maybe, just maybe, that's all the motivation I need.

With a wink, I flash her my brightest smile. "This is going to be my best trial yet. I'll make sure of it just for you."

She laughs, but there's a warmth in her eyes that I can't shake. As I walk away, the ribbon tied around my wrist feels like a lifeline, reminding me that, despite the gossipers, despite the pressure, I've got something real backing me up.

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AYAN'S LOOK

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I'm definitely a lunatic and an idiot!!!!

I vowed to myself secretly that I'm not going to speak with that playboy after the engagement, because, well... blame it all on my hormones that suddenly stimulate around him causing my heart to perform Summersaults. The vow was to prevent me from feeling such things.

I can't figure out the reason for these bothersome notions, I haven't felt like this before anyone then why him out of everyone?

I chanted the entire night that he's a playboy a hundred times yet...you know the girl who lives in delusional? That's me. Even after accepting this my notions are not willing to agree with it.

Muttering in frustration I toss my book on the table and lightly start slumping on the table. "Inaya you're an idiot"

My book lay abandoned in front of me, and I can't even be bothered to pick it up. Instead, I start lightly slamming my forehead against the table, as if that will somehow knock some sense into me. "Don't even think about going in that direction," I scold myself. But no matter how hard I try, I can't shake the lingering thoughts. The thoughts that screams that maybe, just maybe, Ayan isn't as bad as I am forcing myself to believe.

I groan in frustration, trying to clear my mind but the cafeteria's chatter around me isn't helping. The smell of fresh coffee, mixed with the sound of laughter and clinking plates, makes me feel even more irritated. I sit buried in my own confused thoughts, when suddenly, the chairs around me scrape against the floor.

"At least we girls finally got some time alone" Ayra says, plopping down in the seat beside me with a knowing grin. Her sharp eyes scan my face like she's reading a book, and I hate how easily she can read me.

"What's up with the head-banging?" Hoor asks, taking the seat opposite me, her eyebrows raised in curiosity.

Maha is the last to join, settling down beside Hoorain with a wide grin plastered across her face. "Oh boy, this looks serious. What's going on, Inaya? Is it a way to memorize all concepts?"

I sit up straight, rubbing my forehead where I've been slamming it. "I wish it was that simple. Just trying to make sense of the universe. You know, girl stuff."

Ayra snorts. "Girl stuff? Please. Spill the tea. You can't sit here looking like you've seen a ghost and expect us to let you off that easily."

I huff, crossing my arms defensively. "Fine. It's just... Ayan."

At the mention of his name, all three of them lean in, their faces lighting up with interest. Great, just what I need a roundtable discussion about my personal turmoil.

"My dear crime partner" Maha says, waggling her eyebrows. "Yeah you can date him I like him"

"No!" I say a little too quickly, causing Hoorain to chuckle. "I mean, what?.. but it's not like that. It's just... Ugh, I don't know. I've been telling myself that he's just a player, that he flirts with everyone, but then he goes and does things that make me question everything."

Ayra narrows her eyes at me. "Like what?"

I hesitate, feeling my cheeks warm up. "Like... remembering things about me. Paying attention, writing letters and making me feel like myself"

The table goes silent for a moment before Maha gasps dramatically. "Like I said you can date him"

"I do not want to!" I shoot back, but the heat rising to my face betrays me.

Hoorain giggles. "Inaya denial is the first stage. Just admit it."

I shake my head frantically because ofcourse I do not want to date that AYAN ANSARI! A total jerk and a playboy, I can't possibly be interested in him.

"Uhh let her be in her denial I'm moving towards my exam room"Ayra affirms during hanging her bag around her shoulder, "same I need to find Ahad" there goes Hoorain after making sure her bangs are right at their place.

Maha slurps on her thrush, intentionally creating noise, "what!" I chirp as I run my hands through my hair.

She giggles and winks at me, "he's hot and charming I won't.iss the chance"

Before I can react, she runs out of the cafeteria maybe her senses alarmed her about the upcoming punch.

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It's almost the hour when Ayan will arrive at the university after his trial, my fingers are crossed in the anticipation that he wins this trial. Yeah I know... I shouldn't but I am waiting for him because.... I'm Inaya.

I sit on a bench near the garden, trying to keep my thoughts in check. The breeze rustles the leaves, and the golden sunlight filters through the trees, casting a warm glow around the campus. I tell myself I'm not waiting for him, but my heart races with every second ticking by.

Suddenly, a noise breaks the quiet hum of the campus, and I glance toward the garden. My breath catches in my throat. There, standing amidst the greenery is Ayan. His wide smile is the first thing I notice followed by the way his perfectly styled hair shines under the sun. He looks absolutely handsome in a sleek black suit, exuding confidence as if he just walked out of a magazine cover. He waves his hand, the one with the ribbon still tied around his wrist. My ribbon.

I can't help but smile but before I can go to him, a group of girls surrounds him fawning over him like he's some celebrity. My smile fades, replaced by a sharp pang of irritation. Of course, he's already got an audience why would he want me?

I clench my fists, the sudden rush of anger surprising me. Without thinking, I turn on my heel and walk away, trying to shake off the feeling. Why does this bother me so much? I shouldn't care but I do.

Just as I'm about to leave, I hear footsteps behind me.

"What's wrong, Hazel?" Ayan's voice, soft yet teasing pulls me to a halt. He's right behind me close enough that I can feel his presence.

I whip around, still fuming. "Nothing. You can go back to those girls," I snap, crossing my arms.

Ayan raises an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes. "But I immediately came to you, Naya."

I roll my eyes, trying to keep my voice cool. "I didn't ask you to."

He chuckles, that infuriating, charming chuckle. "Hey, I won the trial."

My anger dissolves instantly. He won. My face lights up before I can stop myself, and without thinking, I throw my arms around him. "Oh my God, oh my God, Ayan! You did it!"

Ayan freezes for a second, clearly caught off guard by my sudden hug, but then he laughs, his voice low and warm. "Damn, I'll win every court case if this is how you congratulate me."

Realization hits me like a ton of bricks. I'm hugging him—hugging him in the middle of campus! I pull away immediately, my cheeks flaming with embarrassment. I scramble to recover, shooting him a glare. "Don't get used to it chichoray. I was just... caught up in the moment."

He smirks, clearly enjoying my flustered reaction. "Sure sure." His eyes twinkle mischievously. "So how about you take me out to celebrate?”

I scoff, shaking my head. "Not happening."

Ayan steps closer, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. "Come on, Naya it's important."

I narrow my eyes. "Important, huh?"

He nods, flashing me that irresistible grin. "Yeah. Really important. Come on just this once."

I groan in defeat, but the truth is, I've already made up my mind. I can't say no when he looks at me like that. With an exasperated sigh, I give in. "Fine. But this doesn't mean I'm forgiving you for making me wait."

Ayan's smile widens as he gently tugs my arm, leading me forward. "Trust me this day will turn out to be the best one"

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Ahh!

This idiot has brought me I don't know where and he's suggesting some ridiculous wish to close my eyes.

His grin is so smug I want to wipe it off his face but instead I glare at him as he grabs my hand. "Close your eyes," he says, his voice teasingly gentle.

"What? Why?"

"Just trust me" he insists, squeezing my hand. There's that infuriating tone again. The one that makes me want to argue, but also makes me curious.

I huff, but against my better judgment, I close my eyes but this dumbo covers my eyes with his hand. "This better not involve anything dangerous," I warn him, half-joking, half-serious. Ayan Ansari and his brilliant ideas how did I get myself into this?

He lets out a low chuckle, one that sends a shiver down my spine. "You'll be fine, Naya. I'm not going to let you die."

"That's definitely not comforting" I mutter sarcastically. "Ayan if anything happens to me then I swear my dad will kill you"

As we walk, with my eyes firmly shut, I can feel his presence close to mine, his hand warm and firm on my eyes. I notice something else....his scent. It's intoxicating, like a mix of expensive cologne and something uniquely Ayan. Every step I take, I'm hyper-aware of how close he is, how his arm brushes against mine every now and then. I should be annoyed, but instead, my heart betrays me by racing faster with each passing second.

I can hear the soft murmur of people around us, the distant hum of the city, but Ayan keeps leading me somewhere quieter. My mind starts to wander.

What is he planning?

"Are you sure you know where you're going?" I ask, just to break the silence.

"Relax Hazel" Ayan's voice is teasing but soft. "You'll thank me later."

"Uh-huh. Famous last words" I grumble. At this point, I've convinced myself that he's either going to prank me or abandon me in the middle of nowhere. Either way, this whole 'eyes closed' business is getting old real fast, but even if he kidnaps me... What will this billionaire demand from my family? Does he want my brother's bulldog? Waitt!!! My phone is with Ayra and if he leaves me in a stranded place how am I going to call anyone? I don't want to be a meal of vultures.

After what feels like an eternity of walking we finally stop. My heart's still racing, and I'm suddenly aware of how silent it's gotten, no more city noise, no more bustling chatter. It's eerily quiet.

"Okay," Ayan whispers near my ear, and I jump slightly at how close he is. I can feel his breath on my skin, and my mind goes blank for a second. "Don't freak out, Hazel. But open your eyes."

Don't freak out? What does that even mean? Should I anticipate a tiger ahead of me and boom Ayan's surprise.

Slowly, cautiously, I open my eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the sudden light. My jaw drops. I'm standing in the middle of the largest, most breathtaking library I've ever seen in my life. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves stretch out endlessly, and the smell of old books and polished wood fills the air. My heart skips a beat.

"This is…" I stammer, rubbing my eyes as if I'm seeing things. "This is the National Literature Archive… It's the best library in the city." I can't believe my eyes, I've heard a lot about it and even strived hard to visit it... But only elite class memberships are allowed. My dad is a part of the underworld but he doesn't support my idea of reading books so he never helped me to get this membership.

I take a few steps forward, completely in awe, when something....or rather, someone....catches my attention at the far end of the room. I blink again, trying to make sure I'm not imagining things. Standing there looking at me is Zayna Malik.

Zayna Malik, my favorite author—the one whose books I've devoured more times than I can count, the one whose book signings I've always dreamed of attending but never could. My brain short-circuits.

"No way," I mutter under my breath, trying to piece together what's happening. "This is real… right?"

It takes me a moment to realize what's going on. Today was supposed to be her book signing event—the one I had marked on my calendar but completely forgot about in the chaos of everything. And now, here I am, standing in front of her. Alone. In a library that feels like a dream.

I whip around to Ayan, still trying to process it all. "Did you… did you plan this?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

Ayan's grin stretches wider, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Mention not.. I was born amazing"

I shake my head, still not fully believing what's happening. "How did you…?"

He shrugs casually, as if this is no big deal. "I have my ways. Figured you could use a little surprise."

"A little surprise?" I echo, still dazed. "This is insane, Ayan! How...?"

"I would move mountains to see that smile Naya"

Before I can focus on the weird realization, I suddenly notice Zayna Malik approaching Ayan and me with a soft smile on her lips. She looks so effortlessly graceful, like a character straight out of one of her novels. Ayan, of course, straightens up, that smug, flirtatious smile of his back in full force.

"The infamous Ayan Ansari,” Zayna says with a playful lilt in her voice, stopping just a few feet away from us. "Causing trouble as always, I see?"

Ayan chuckles, his confidence radiating. "Only the good kind of trouble Zay. You know me."

Wait. What? I blink, my brain scrambling to catch up. He knows her? I turn to Ayan, eyes wide with disbelief.

"You know Zayna Malik?" I ask, my voice a mix of awe and accusation. Is he for real?

Ayan glances down at me, that insufferable grin never faltering. "Yeah, I do," he says nonchalantly, as if it's no big deal.

Of course he does, I think, mentally facepalming. Nothing surprises me with Ayan anymore, but still… knowing Zayna Malik? That's another level of outrageous.

Zayna laughs softly, folding her arms across her chest as she looks between the two of us. "Ayan and I go way back. He's always been quite the charmer," she says, a teasing glint in her eyes. "But today, he's outdone himself."

I glance at Ayan, feeling a strange mix of curiosity and irritation. How did he even pull this off?

Before I can say anything, Zayna turns her attention to me, her expression softening. "So Inaya" she says, her voice thoughtful, "Ayan told me you're a fan of my books, particularly the multi-POV ones."

I nod eagerly, my excitement bubbling up again. "Yes! I love how you weave together all the different perspectives. It adds so much depth to the characters and the story. It's like getting to know each of them on such a personal level."

Zayna's eyes light up as she listens, clearly enjoying the conversation. "I'm so glad you feel that way. Multi-POV stories are my favorite to write. It allows me to explore the characters' emotions from all angles. And since you're one of my favorite readers," she winks, "there might just be another one in the works. A sequel, perhaps… a second generation of your favorite book."

I freeze, my heart skipping a beat. Did she just say… a sequel? My mind spins as I try to process her words.

"Wait, you mean...another book? A sequel to that book?" My voice trembles slightly from the excitement.

Zayna shakes her head, her smile widening. "Maybe or maybe not but you can have the hope I guess"

I'm speechless. Another book from Zayna Malik? A sequel to my favorite one? This is beyond anything I could've imagined.

As a spark I remind myself that I can't let this moment slide without having some of my books signatured. I look around but I realize that I didn't know I was about to come here hence I don't have any of my books on me.

Before I can proceed to weep, Ayan forwards a bag... Having b..ooks. "wh-"

"Before you let your mind have intrusive thoughts let me tell you that these are all the books Zay had written and you can have them signed now"

My eyes begin to feel liquid within them, how can someone not feel anything for someone like him? I want to punch him for not doing such acts, for making it harder then it already is, but I guess I already ha--

"But these books aren't annotated, mine one's are highlited and I've drawn small pictures relating to the scene"

I assumed the colors of his face will vanish thinking of me as some ungrateful person, but, he chuckles instead. "Umm I knew that may become a problem so I annotated the books exactly like once you showed me... I tried to draw pictures as well, not as good as you did"

I sigh in disbelief and immediately flip the pages of the book and yes.. the books are annotated, just like I love it... The drawings, tabs, and the feelings I write along way. He even remembered to use black pen everywhere... Hate writing in any other color.

I hear the sound of click and it's Zayna capturing us in a small polaroid camera, "you guys are so cute I'm surely going to write a book on you... I feel like I'm third wheeling"

Me and Ayan chuckle at that and I begin to get my books signed while speaking about everything I remember about her books.

Just when I think the surprises are over, Zayna turns to Ayan with an amused smile "speaking of characters," she says, her gaze shifting between us, "Ayan here reminds me of someone I wrote once. A bit too charming for his own good, confident, and always two steps ahead."

I raise an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Really? This idiot here" pointing towards him I earn an offensive but cute 'heyyy!' he ruffles my hair and I refocus on Zayna.

"Oh, yes. And do you know what's even more interesting?" She pauses, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "This book signing event wasn't even on my schedule. I had no plans to come to this town at all."

I blink, taken aback. "Wait… what?" It must be a surprise visit then.

Zayna gestures to Ayan. "He arranged the entire thing. Bought all the tickets, made sure everything was set up just perfectly. He even convinced me to come here, all because of you, Inaya."

I whirl around to face Ayan, my jaw dropping. "You… what? You did all this?"

Ayan smirks, looking far too pleased with himself. "Surprised?"

I blink rapidly, trying to wrap my mind around it. "So it wasn't a coincidence that Zayna came here? You… made it happen? How did you even know I liked her before that excited state of mine in the mall"

Ayan chuckles softly, stepping closer and lowering his voice so only I can hear. "I pay attention, Hazel. You used to read her books everytime but yeah don't focus on that enjoy your moment"

My heart flutters at his words, but I try to mask my reaction by narrowing my eyes at him. "You're unpredictable" I mutter, but there's no real heat behind my words. I'm too overwhelmed by everything that's happened.

Zayna watches us with an amused expression, clearly enjoying the dynamic between Ayan and me. "Well, I'm glad he did" she says. "It's always wonderful to meet passionate readers like you, Inaya. And Ayan certainly went above and beyond to make sure this day was special."

I glance at Ayan again, still processing the fact that he went through all this trouble for me. "I don't even know what to say…"

Ayan winks. "You don't have to say anything. I just like making you happy"

I roll my eyes, but I can't stop the small smile that tugs at my lips. "Narcissist"

Zayna laughs, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, I should leave you two to enjoy the rest of the day. Inaya, it was such a pleasure meeting you. And Ayan," she adds with a teasing tone, "try realizing before it's too late"

"As you wish Zay" Ayan replies with a grin.

As Zayna walks away, I'm left standing there, still holding the signed book, still trying to process everything that's just happened. I turn to Ayan, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Thankyou for today Ayan" I say, my voice softer now, almost appreciative.

He raises an eyebrow. "Dosti ka eik usool hai madam.. no sorry, no thankyou"

I sigh, half-exasperated, half-amused. "Ok Ayan but you're the best"

Ayan chuckles, taking a step closer. "That's the best compliment I've heard all day."

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The café buzzes with life around us, the aroma of fresh coffee mingling with the light chatter and clinking cups. Ayan and I are settled in a cozy corner booth, my stack of Zayna Malik's signed books safely stowed in his car. I can't help but smile as I sip my Chocolate Fudge Shake, thinking this might just be the best day of my life. Who knew Ayan could be this thoughtful?

"This has been..wow, just thank you," I say, setting down my glass and glancing at him. Ayan lounges back in his chair, that smug grin on his face, like he knows exactly how much he's nailed today.

“I told you Naya anything for you" he says, sipping his iced coffee. "Though, I have to admit, you looked pretty starstruck back there with Zayna."

I roll my eyes but laugh. "Can you blame me? It's Zayna Malik! And let's not forget who arranged this whole day…" My voice trails off as I give him a knowing look.

Ayan chuckles, "Yeah, well, I aim to impress."

Before I can respond, the door to the café swings open, and suddenly the entire atmosphere shifts. Men in black suits, sunglasses, and earpieces start flooding in, moving swiftly and efficiently, like they've just stepped out of a spy movie. My heart skips a beat, and I nearly choke on my drink.

Shit!

They are the guards of my dad! Hassan shahriyar sent them finally to track us down and I'm sure it's something to do with taking us to him.

"Ayan…" I hiss, grabbing his arm.

"Hmm?" He's annoyingly calm, like he's enjoying my panic.

"We need to get out of here. Now."

Before I can even make a move, the man closest to us stops at our table, his expression unreadable behind those dark sunglasses.

"Ma'am" he says, his voice deep and professional.

I freeze. Oh no. No, no, no. This cannot be happening.

"Yes?" I squeak, my voice barely above a whisper.

"boss has summoned you. Both" the man says, not even flinching.

Ayan lets out a low whistle, clearly entertained. "The boss? I didn't realize you had such high-ranking connections, Hazel."

I shoot him a glare, trying to ignore the wave of dread creeping over me. "Ayan stop. This is serious."

The man in black clears his throat. "Hassan Shahriyar, your father, has requested your presence. We are here to escort you both."

My heart drops. My father?! Of course, only my dad would send an entire army of bodyguards to drag me away from a café. I glance at Ayan, who looks way too amused by all of this.

Ayan full of confidence, leans back in his chair, smirking at the sight of the guards. "Well, well," he says, crossing his arms casually. "They can't touch me. I'm a legal personality, after all."

Before he can even finish his smug sentence, two of the guards swoop in, grabbing him by both arms, lifting him out of his seat like he weighs nothing more than a feather. Ayan's eyes widen in shock, and his confident grin vanishes.

"Hey! Hey! Wait a minute—what is this?!" he splutters, trying to wriggle free, but the guards are stone-faced, completely ignoring his protests.

I gasp, eyes widening in disbelief as I see Ayan, Mr. Untouchable, being manhandled by my father's men like a misbehaving kid. I should be panicking for myself, but the sight is almost… comical.

"Ayan!" I manage to choke out, stifling a laugh despite my own panic. "I told you they don't care about your legal personality! They'll just toss you"

Ayan's struggling doesn’t help. "Excuse me," he says, still trying to sound dignified despite the fact that he's practically dangling in mid-air. "I can walk! I have legs, you know!"

One of the guards gives him a side-eye but says nothing, clearly used to handling bigger egos.

I, on the other hand, am frozen to my spot, watching this unfold. But then, one of the guards...the one who's been addressing me politely....steps closer, bowing his head slightly as though we’re in some kind of royal court.

"Ma'am" he says with a calm, professional tone, "your father has requested your presence. We must escort you."

Escort me? This feels less like an escort and more like a kidnapping! My heart races. Uhh this is the moment I was always afraid of "I—uh—okay, listen" I stammer, standing awkwardly. "Can't you tell dad that I'm not coming or any excuse?"

The guard shakes his head, completely unfazed. "We can't lie to sir or go against his orders" ofcourse wo am I even trying to bluff? They'll jump in the pool of acid of dad said. I just hate them.

"What the hell Inaya" Ayan squeaks. "Kis don ki beti ho yaar mujhe Yahan se to utarwo" I glance nervously at Ayan, who"s still in the guards' grip, now glaring daggers at me as if I'm responsible for this.

"Mene KAHA tha mujhe Yahan lao!"

Ayan scoffs, still trying to maintain some shred of dignity. "Well I'd willingly do it again, these puffed men can't do anything to me"

One of the guards gives him a little shake, just enough to make him lose his balance for a second, and Ayan yelps, eyes wide. "Hey! Careful! I'm delicate!"

I burst out, "Delicate? Since when are you delicate? You act like you're made of steel half the time!"

Ayan shoots me a look, deadpan. "Since right now. When large men in suits start shaking me like a rice sack"

The guard addressing me clears his throat politely. "Miss Inaya, your father is waiting. We really should get going."

I feel a rush of panic again. "Wait—uh—do we have to leave right now? I mean, can't we just call him? Maybe explain that this is all a big misunderstanding or ask him" I pause, realizing what I’m about to say, "reason?"

The guard interrupts. "Miss, your father was very clear. We must take you to him now. He… insisted."

The way he says "insisted" makes it sound like my dad threatened to have the entire café flattened if I didn't show up in the next five minutes. Great.

I gulp, looking between the guards and Ayan, who is now being practically carried out of the café. "Okay, fine!" I groan, throwing my hands up in surrender. "I'm coming, I'm coming!"

I can't believe this is happening. A normal girl gets grounded by her father. I get dragged off by a private army.

As we step outside, Ayan is still complaining, now thoroughly annoyed that his "legal personality" hasn't saved him from being hauled off like luggage. "This is absurd! You can't just grab people like this! I have rights!"

One of the guards gives him a sideways glance and mutters under his breath, "Not when it comes to Mr. Shahriyar, you don't."

I snort, trying to hold back a laugh. Ayan shoots me a betrayed look, but I can't help it. This is ridiculous.

We reach the black SUV, and the guards open the doors for us. One of them motions for me to get in first, treating me like I'm royalty, while the others unceremoniously shove Ayan into the seat beside me.

He lands with a thud, grumbling under his breath, and I finally lose it. "I thought you said they couldn't touch you, Mr. Legal Personality?" I tease.

Ayan gives me a flat look. "I hate your dad already"

I'm too busy trying to contain my laughter to respond, but then reality hits me again. My father has summoned us. And I have no idea why.

We step through the grand gates of the mansion, and instantly, I'm hit with that familiar wave of tension. My father's estate is a fortress—complete with guards, golf courses, and leashed dogs that look like they're just waiting for someone to cross the wrong line. I glance nervously at the two bulldogs and the German shepherds, their leashes held by stone-faced guards. I hate those dogs. They always seem like they're two seconds away from devouring someone.

Ayan, however, seems completely unfazed. He stands tall, adjusting his jacket like he's just walked into his own living room. How is he not afraid of my dad? My heart pounds as I glance over at my father casually swinging his golf club in the distance, as if summoning us here was part of his morning routine.

I don't even notice my mother until she's by my side, squeezing my hand like she always does when she's about to gush over something insignificant to distract me. "Oh, darling, look at you!" she says, her voice as sweet as ever. "You've grown beautiful"

My mother is completely immune to the seriousness of this situation, as usual. But there's no time to reply because my father has turned his piercing gaze toward us. He hands his golf club to one of the attendants and starts walking over, and I swear the temperature drops a few degrees.

"Ina," he says, his voice carrying authority without raising an octave, "I've been hearing things."

I stiffen. Here we go. Ayan I'd going to be surprised because regardless of my sweet and innocent behavior with everyone, I've inherited some genes from my dad that only starts working when I'm with him or angry.

Ayan stands beside me, and for the first time, I see him a bit more serious. But, to my surprise, he's still composed, his arms crossed casually, almost like he's amused by all this.

"And this," my father gestures toward Ayan with a tilt of his chin, "is the boy involved in those 'things' I've been hearing about."

Before I can even say a word, my father continues. "Dance competitions? Arcades? And your cousin tells me you were at the mall with him." His voice sharpens with each word. "Unacceptable. This isn't how an heiress behaves, Inaya. You're supposed to be preparing for more important things, not gallivanting around the city acting like a teenager."

Heiress? I internally roll my eyes. "Heiress to what, Dad? A pack of bulldogs?"

Ayan's chuckle interrupts us but my father steps forward, his gaze hard and direct.

"Enough," he says, cutting me off. "I've already made up my mind. This—" he gestures vaguely between me and Ayan, "—ends. You will leave him, and you will focus on your responsibilities. No questions."

"Dad, I—"

"Now."

A flicker of anger sparks inside me. "Dad whatever you're thinking is wrong! You can't just send your goons anytime to summon me I'm not a child anymore"

"I can and I will," he replies smoothly, his voice dangerously calm. "You’re an heiress. You've been acting recklessly, and I will not allow it."

Just as I'm about to snap, Ayan, of all people, decides to chime in. "Uh, sorry sir" he begins, and I freeze, terrified of what might come out of his mouth next. But he flashes that charming grin..the one that usually works on anyone and for a split second, I see my mother's expression soften.

But my father? Oh no. His eyes narrow, locking onto Ayan with a suspicion that could melt steel. "And what, exactly, do you have to say for yourself?"

Ayan clears his throat, glancing at me as if I've left him to face a lion. "I think you have a misunderstanding Inaya and me are friends"

That's all?

He thinks of me just as a friend nothing more? I thought that after this day we may have developed into something more...but... I'm just a friend for him. Forget dad! I'll throw him as the food for those hungry dogs.

My father's expression remains stone-cold. "I see."

Ayan, clearly not deterred by the lack of reaction, adds, "Plus, I'm kind of a good influence. You know, keeping her out of real trouble."

Good influence? I nearly choke.

At that moment, my older brother enters the scene, his face as serious and brooding as ever. "Good influence, huh?" he sneers, walking over with a swagger that just screams overprotective big brother vibes. "Because all I see is you dragging my sister into a mess."

I cringe. Great, now he's here.

Ayan flashes a smile. "Mess? I'd say it’s more of an adventure, really."

My brother, Nauman steps closer, folding his arms. "Adventure? So winning dance competitions and sneaking off to arcades is your idea of maturity?"

I can't believe he's bantering with my family. But I notice my mother stifling a giggle, which only makes the whole thing feel more absurd.

My father, however, looks at Ayan like he's two seconds away from shooting him. "You think this is a joke?"

"Dad can we please just stop it! And Nauman can you just not poke your nose everywhere? No one asked you for your opinion"

My father glares at me, then back at Ayan. "You," he says, his voice low, "stay close to my daughter and I'll shoot you"

Ayan, ever the fearless one, just nods. "I'm good with shooting sir"

Oh, for the love of— I feel my heart pound faster.

But then, my father turns back to me, his tone shifting back to that stern parental voice. "Inaya, this is your last warning. Straighten up, or there will be consequences. No more of these childish games."

I clench my fists, trying to hold back the frustration bubbling inside me. "Fine, Dad. But maybe you should stop treating me like I'm only your heiress. Nauman is more into your Gabbar kinda things"

He narrows his eyes, clearly not amused. "You're my daughter. And you'll act like one. Nauman is doing perfectly fine"

I glance at Ayan, who's standing there, cool as ever despite the fact that he was nearly mauled by both my father and my brother. He gives me a tiny, reassuring smile, like we've somehow won this insane round.

"I'm taking some of my belongings from here, I dare y'all especially Nauman and dad that you both won't try to threaten him"

"Like father like daughter" Ayan glares at me with shock as I move inside the haunting mansion, towards my room.

Even without my cycle on, my mood swings sticks to me everywhere. I have a dual personality, Inaya number one... sweet innocent and shy type but Inaya number two is the daughter of Shehryar Hassan. Surely, I'm afraid of my dad and I remain cautious before stepping into any adventure, but that's because I protect myself from this unwanted mess and dialogues of my father.

He always lectures about m being an heiress and immature, but I know he loves me more than anyone. Being the youngest daughter and daddy's princess buys me the right to stand up to my dad... Which Nauman can never dare to.

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After what feels like hours of tension, endless back-and-forths, and more stern glares than I can count, my father finally waves us off with a curt nod, allowing me and Ayan to leave. I breathe a sigh of relief, but there’s still an odd sense of unfinished business hanging between us...especially when Ayan is acting like nothing happened.

As we step out of the mansion's gates, the air feels lighter, but not by much. I insisted on driving him back to his place, despite the fact that it makes absolutely no sense. I mean, I'm the girl, he's the guy. Why am I dropping him off? But Ayan didn't argue, he rarely does when I'm this worked up.

And now here we are, standing in front of his sprawling mansion. The sky above is thick with clouds, casting a dull gray hue over everything. I glance at Ayan, who's leaning against the car with his usual laid-back posture, arms crossed, as if the storm brewing above is none of his concern.

"You know," I begin, trying to keep my voice steady, "I think we should… stop this."

Ayan raises an eyebrow, clearly confused. "Stop what?"

I cross my arms tightly over my chest, the weight of what I'm about to say pressing down on me. "Everything.. talking and all this.... friendship"

He just stares at me, his expression hardening but still unreadable. "No, Inaya," he says firmly, his voice low. "I'll never stop anything with you"

I look up at the sky, a heavy sigh escaping my lips. Why is it cloudy? Why does it always have to rain when I'm with him! The frustration bubbles within me and I don’t even try to hide it.

How can he react like this? It's me who is going crazy after him, he doesn't even care about me. He's the only man I've ever thought about while I'm just one of the girls around him... There's a difference I can never erase no matter how much I want to.

Friend, friend, friend.

It's like the word's taunting me. How ridiculous of me to fall for someone I know will never take me seriously. It's better if things ended.

"We should stop this," I repeat, my voice breaking a little and the emotions flow through my eyes. "I don't want to have anything with you! I'm just a stupid friend to you! Nothing more nothing less and I don't want to be one so please have a favor on me Ayan and leave me" my voice breaks along the sobs.

His silence is unnerving. I expected him to say something, anything to lighten the mood, to crack a joke, but he just stands there, watching me like he's waiting for me to continue.

And I do. I can't stop myself.

"I hate it!" I burst out, my voice louder now, more desperate. "I hate that I can't stop thinking about you. And I hate..." my voice catches, "..I hate that you're not serious about me. I know you'll never think of me as anything more than just a friend."

The first raindrop hits my cheek, and then, like a signal, the sky opens up and the rain pours down in thick, heavy sheets. We're both standing there, getting completely soaked, but I don't care. I'm too lost in my own frustration, my own heartbreak, to care about anything else.

Ayan is still staring at me, his eyes locked on mine, his expression unreadable. He doesn't move, doesn't say a word, just lets the rain drench him as if none of it matters. His silence only makes my heart pound harder.

"I hate that I fell for you," I say again, quieter this time, my voice trembling.

"I know I'll never be your priority, I hate that I've fallen for you knowing that you'll always be a playboy"

Ayan's eyes are locked onto mine, his expression so serious it's almost startling. His brows furrow slightly, like he's trying to make sense of something, and before I can say anything, he murmurs something under his breath, too low for me to catch. The rain drips down my face, but I'm frozen, confused, and… breathless.

Without another word, he grabs my hand—firmly, but gently enough to make my heart stutter—and starts leading me inside his mansion. I stumble after him, barely able to keep up, my mind racing. "Ayan, what... what are you doing?" I manage to ask, though my voice sounds weak even to me.

He doesn't answer. He just keeps walking, his grip on my hand solid, like he knows exactly where he's going and I'm meant to follow. We step inside, the warmth of the house instantly contrasting with the cold rain outside, but I barely notice. My thoughts are a jumble, and my heart's racing faster than it ever has.

He finally stops in front of what looks like his entire family, all gathered in the grand living room. I freeze, my eyes darting from one face to another. His mother is seated elegantly on the couch, looking curious, and Ayzal, his younger sister, is practically beaming with excitement, like she's been waiting for this moment. My stomach twists. What is he going to do?

Ayan doesn't speak. He releases my hand and disappears into another room, leaving me standing there, soaking wet, in front of his family. My heart is pounding so hard I'm sure they can hear it. His mother's eyes flicker with a question, but she doesn't say anything. Ayzal's grin only widens. I can feel the weight of everyone's gaze, and my nerves are buzzing like electricity.

And then Ayan returns.

In his hand, he holds something,  a pendant. Not just any pendant—a vintage, intricate piece, one that looks like it's been in his family for generations. The golden chain gleams in the soft light of the room, and the pendant itself, a small, ornate design, looks almost regal.

My breath catches in my throat as he steps closer and without a word, gently wraps the chain around my neck. His fingers brush against my skin as he fastens the clasp, and I swear the room falls completely silent.

Ayan takes a step back, his eyes never leaving mine. "Now," he says softly, his voice low but firm, "do I look serious enough to tell you that I love you?"

My eyes widen, and my heart skips a beat. The world around me seems to tilt, and all I can do is stare at him, my lips parted in shock. Did he just…? His words hang in the air, and for a moment, I forget to breathe. The intensity in his gaze is almost overwhelming, like he's been holding this in for far too long and now, there’s no turning back.

Behind him, I hear his mother gasp softly, and Ayzal lets out a little squeal of happiness. But I can't focus on any of that. My entire world narrows down to Ayan, standing in front of me, looking at me with more seriousness, more emotion, than I've ever seen from him.

I can't breathe.

Without thinking, I turn and bolt for the door. I hear Ayan call my name, but I'm already outside, back in the rain. The cold drops hit my skin, but it does nothing to cool the fire burning inside me. My chest tightens, my breaths coming in short, panicked bursts as I run down the driveway, the rain soaking through my clothes again.

I stop, my feet splashing in a puddle, and stare up at the pouring sky. My hands fly to the pendant around my neck, feeling its cool metal under my fingertips, a reminder of everything that just happened. Of everything that I can't process right now.

I've fallen for him. And now, he just said he loves me.

I stand there, drenched, my fingers clutching the pendant like it's the only thing keeping me tethered to reality. The rain pounds against my skin, cold and unrelenting, but my mind is a whirlwind of confusion and emotions I don't know how to handle. My heart is racing, my breaths uneven, and I can't seem to shake the feeling of panic bubbling inside me. I want to dance in rain and dance along the droplets on the symphony of it.

Suddenly, I hear my name, cutting through the sound of the rain.

"Inaya!" Ayan's voice calls out, firm but gentle, and I spin around to see him running towards me. His dark hair is plastered to his forehead, his clothes just as soaked as mine, but his eyes—they're filled with something that makes my chest tighten even more. There's no smirk, no teasing. Just raw, unfiltered emotion.

Before I can even react, he's in front of me, his hand reaching out to grasp mine. The warmth of his skin against mine sends a shiver down my spine, and I look up into his eyes, wide with disbelief.

"Ayan…" I whisper, my voice barely audible over the storm.

But he's not letting me go. His hands hold mine firmly, his touch grounding me in a way I didn't expect. "Inaya, listen to me." His voice is steady, but there’s an urgency in it. "I meant every word I said back there. I love you. I've loved you at every smile, at every glare you gave me, at every dance, at every moment you told me about your books. I've loved you from the..." His voice breaks, "from the moment I saw your hazel eyes in that library and haven't stopped since then"

My heart stutters at his words or I feel like it has stopped beating.

"I've been roaming around aimlessly, I never stopped at a point to care about anyone but... You make me question everything I've been doing. I never had any lasts but you've become my begining and ends, I don't know what I'm saying Inaya... " He chuckles sadly and then he looks into my eyes with hesitation.

"I can't change my past Inaya, but I can assure you that you're my present and future. But I need you to trust me for that Inaya would you do that? Will you let me flirt with you for the rest of your life? Your permanent dance partner?"

Something inside me snaps, all the fear, the doubt, the confusion melting away under the warmth of his confession. I exhale shakily, my own emotions spilling out as I look up at him, rain pouring down between us. "I hate that I love you," I say, my voice barely more than a whisper. "But I do. I love you, Ayan. Even though you drive me crazy, even though you're infuriating half the time, I… I love you. I trust you"

For a moment, neither of us moves. The rain continues to pour, the world around us fading into the background as we stand there, soaking wet and completely vulnerable. And then, without warning, Ayan pulls me into his arms, wrapping me in a tight embrace.

The warmth of his body against mine is overwhelming, and I bury my face into his chest, letting out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. His arms hold me close, as if he's afraid to let go, and I can feel his heart beating steadily against mine.

"The necklace you're wearing" Ayan murmurs, his voice soft against the rain. "It belonged to my grandma but now its yours"

I brush my fingers on the cold metal due to shock, he gave me his grandma's necklace but why?

"Because I love you and she left it for her daughter in law and I hope that shows you that I'm serious about you"

I let out a shaky laugh, my fingers clutching the fabric of his soaked shirt as I cling to him. "I hate you," I mutter, though there's no real anger in my voice anymore.

Ayan chuckles, pulling back just enough to tilt my chin up and look into my eyes. "You love me," he corrects with a grin, and I roll my eyes, but there's no denying the truth in his words.

"Never thought I'd admit it" I say, smiling up at him despite the rain.

With that, he leans in and presses his forehead against mine, his breath warm against my skin despite the cold rain around us. "Finally my charm worked" he whispers.

I nod, my heart full as I let myself fall completely into the moment. "It did" I promise, my fingers tightening around his as the rain continues to pour down around us.

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