Author's POV
Zain Syed had just pulled his car out of the underground driveway, the gates of his personal mansion sliding shut behind him with a mechanical hiss. The city lights stretched endlessly ahead, but his mind was elsewhere—already calculating, already dangerous.
His phone vibrated.
He glanced at the screen.
Unknown Operative – Line Secured
He answered without slowing the car.
“Speak.”
“Sir,” the voice on the other end said, urgent and tense, “we found something. About him.”
Zain’s grip on the steering wheel tightened almost imperceptibly. “Go on.”
“There’s still no confirmation whether he’s alive or dead,” the man continued. “But we traced his bloodline.”
Silence filled the car. Heavy. Expectant.
“He had a younger sister, sir.”
Zain’s lips curved slowly—half in satisfaction, half in fury.
“A sister,” he repeated.
“Yes. Noor Qureshi. CEO of NQ Industries.”
For a brief second, the world seemed to pause.
Then Zain laughed.
It was not a happy sound.
It was sharp. Dark. Dangerous.
“So,” he murmured, eyes gleaming, “fate has a twisted sense of humor.”
“Sir?” the man asked carefully.
Zain exhaled slowly, anger and amusement colliding inside his chest. “Change of plans. I’m not coming home.”
“Where should we—”
“My penthouse,” Zain cut him off. “Now. Shakir should already be there.”
He ended the call and abruptly turned the steering wheel, the tires screeching as the car shifted direction. The mansion faded behind him as his Bugatti sliced through the streets, speed climbing dangerously.
The penthouse stood tall, isolated from the rest of the city—a glass fortress in the sky. By the time Zain arrived, Shakir was already waiting inside, standing rigidly near the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The moment Zain entered, the air changed.
“Tell me,” Zain said coldly, loosening his tie. “Who is she?”
Shakir swallowed hard. “S–Sir… we still don’t know whether he is alive. But we confirmed one thing without doubt.”
Zain turned slowly, his gaze lethal. “And that is?”
“She is his younger sister. Noor Qureshi. CEO of NQ Industries.”
Zain let out a low chuckle, dragging a hand through his hair.
“So it’s true,” he murmured. “Noor Qureshi.”
Shakir nodded. “Sir… if we approach her, there’s a chance we’ll find out whether he’s alive. And if he is—” he hesitated, “—you’ll finally get your revenge.”
Zain’s eyes darkened.
“Revenge,” he repeated softly.
He walked to the window, staring down at the city like a king surveying his kingdom.
“So the man who ruined my blood,” he said quietly, “left behind the one thing he loved.”
He turned back sharply. “If you get any more information, bring it to me immediately.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You may leave.”
The moment Shakir disappeared, Zain grabbed his coat and walked out as well. This time, he didn’t return to the penthouse.
He drove toward his mansion.
But his thoughts were already wrapped around one name.
Noor Qureshi.
As the city lights blurred past, Zain’s lips curled into a slow, dangerous smirk.
“Now you’re mine,” he muttered.
“Only mine.”
Noor Qureshi’s mansion stood in sharp contrast to Zain’s world—warm lights, soft interiors, a place that still believed in family dinners and shared silences.
But tonight, the peace was breaking.
“Noor, enough is enough now.”
Her mother’s voice trembled, heavy with exhaustion and emotion.
Noor stood near the staircase, her heels discarded, her blazer loosened. “Mama,” she said, irritation creeping into her tone, “every time I come home, you start this topic. This is why I prefer staying at the farmhouse.”
Her mother looked at her helplessly. “But beta… you’re at the age where you should be married. Please. Get married.”
Noor turned away, frustration flashing across her face. “Mama, now you’re blackmailing me. I don’t want to marry. And if I don’t want to, then I won’t.”
Her voice rose despite herself.
The moment the words left her mouth, her mother’s face fell.
Without another word, she turned and walked toward her room.
Noor froze.
Guilt crashed into her chest like a wave.
“Mama—” she whispered.
But it was too late.
She followed her, knocking softly before entering. Her mother sat on the edge of the bed, shoulders slumped.
“I’m sorry,” Noor said quietly. “I shouldn’t have raised my voice. But Mama… I truly don’t want to marry right now.”
Her mother looked up, eyes glossy.
“Noor,” she said, her voice cracking, “I want to be a grandmother too. I want to hold my grandchildren, see them run around this house. Who knows if I’ll even be here till then.”
Tears slid down her cheeks.
Noor’s breath hitched.
“Mama, please don’t say things like that,” she said softly, rushing forward. “Please don’t cry.”
Minutes passed in silence.
Then Noor exhaled deeply.
“Okay,” she said suddenly. “If this is what you want… I’ll get married.”
Her mother’s head snapped up.
“Really?” she asked, disbelief flooding her voice.
Noor nodded. “Yes. Really. Just… stop crying.”
Her mother jumped up in excitement. “But I have one condition?” Noor added calmly.
Her mother paused. “What condition?”
“Forget the dream of grandchildren,” Noor said firmly. “I’ll marry, but I won’t have children.”
Her mother laughed lightly through her tears.
“That,” she said, “only time will decide.”
Before Noor could respond, her mother rushed out of the room, shouting excitedly,
“NOOR SAID YES! NOOR SAID YES TO MARRIAGE!”
The living room erupted.
Her father stood up in shock. “What? My daughter agreed?”
Her younger brother stared wide-eyed. “Did Noor api really say yes? Or am I dreaming?”
Her mother laughed. “This is no dream. Noor truly agreed. From tomorrow, we’ll start looking for proposals.”
Noor stood at the top of the stairs, expression unreadable.
She had just agreed to something she never believed in.
And somewhere across the city…
A man who didn’t believe in love was already planning to use that marriage as a weapon.
Teaser for Next Chapter
So what do you think will happen next?
Who will Noor marry?
Whose sister is she really?
And what revenge is Zain preparing?
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