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A girl standing in front of a mirror gazed upon herself adorned in a white chikan kari suit with jeans. She smiled at her reflection, feeling confident and beautiful in her traditional yet modern outfit. Her eyes sparkled with pride as she admired the intricate embroidery on her top and the way it contrasted with the simplicity of her jeans.

"Noor," a woman in her 40s called out, "j-jii mumma," she replied with a mixture of fear. " Her mother called out again, "Did you wash the dishes?" Noor looked at her with fear; before she could say anything further, her mother slapped her across the face, leaving a stinging sensation. "I'm sorry, I forgot," Noor whispered, feeling a mix of shame and pain. "I told you to do only one thing, but you didn't even do that," her mother's voice was filled with anger.

"Let your dad come; I will tell him everything." Noor's heart raced as she anticipated her father's arrival and the consequences of her forgetfulness. She quickly ran to the kitchen to wash the dishes, hoping to avoid any further punishment from her mother.

Her tears fell down continuously as she reflected on the scene. "I don't want to live," she murmured to herself while wiping down her tears. Her life was devastated. Her breath hitched when someone wrapped his arm around her waist. "You smell so good," a deep voice reached her ear. "Ahmed b-bhai," he tightened his arm around her waist. "Leave me," she pushed him with all her strength.

"How dare you, bitch?" He grabbed her neck, making her choke for air. She struggled to get out of his grip, but his hold was too strong. Panic rising, she kicked him with all her might, causing him to release her and stumble back. Gasping for air, she ran out of the kitchen, heart pounding in fear.

She moved towards her room, picking up her bag; she left the house for college.

(.)

"What about the diamonds, Mr. Sikander?" A man in his 40s said to the man sitting in front of him, his aura exuding power and authority. The man named Mr. Sikander smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief as he replied, "Don't worry, they're safe and sound in a secure location, Mr. Volkov." Volkov nodded with agreement. "But I need them as urgently as you can, and never forget, only one diamond cost us 30 billion dollars." Mr. Sikander chuckled, "I understand the urgency, Mr. Volkov. Rest assured, you will have them by tomorrow morning."

Volkov reached forward his hand to shake with him, but he just stared blankly at his hand. Volkov withdrew his hand. "Thank you, Mr. Zyran Sikander. I trust you will not disappoint me," Volkov said firmly, his eyes fixed on Sikander's. With a nod of assurance, Zyran replied, "You have my word, Mr. Volkov." Volkov left the cabin.

"Boss," the man standing beside Zyran said, his eyes flickering over the tall figure standing beside him, "the diamond reached DVS 83. We have danger at DVS 81 because it seems someone is onto us." Zyran's expression darkened as he processed the information, nodding to his subordinate. "Keep an eye on DVS 81 and ensure the security measures are heightened," he instructed before turning to leave the cabin, his mind already strategizing their next move.

Zyran stepped out of his cabin as he saw someone waiting for him in the lounge. "Kaiz, what's the information?" Zyran asked, aura demanding and authoritative. "If you want, we can live for Italy," Kaiz said.

Zyran shook his head, looking straight into his eyes as he said, "Not before taking something from India. Let's have a meal in our enemy's house." Kaiz nodded in agreement, recognizing Zyran's strategic thinking. They both knew the importance of gathering intelligence before making any hasty decisions. Together, they began to plan their next move with precision and caution.

(.)

Noor stepped hurriedly as she walked out of the college; the clouds turned darker as she felt a sense of urgency to reach her destination before the rain started pouring. She quickened her pace, hoping to avoid getting drenched on her way home. But when the rain started falling, she pulled her jacket tighter around her and picked up her pace, determined to make it home without getting too wet. As she reached the safety of her front door, she let out a sigh of relief, grateful to have made it just in time.

She rang the bell, and as the door opened, she saw Ahmed standing there with a dirty smirk plastered on his face as he glanced at Noor. She covered herself with her bag as her cleavage was poking out of the suit, making her feel uncomfortable and vulnerable. Noor quickly brushed past him, eager to escape his leering gaze and get inside in her room.

But her mother stopped her in between, "How much time do you take, huh?" she said before fisting her hair in her palm and pulling her inside, scolding her for being late. Noor felt a mix of relief and annoyance, knowing she was safe from Ahmed but now had to face her mother's wrath.

"I'm sorry, Mom, baarish ho rhi thi bohottez." Noor's voice stammered at her sight. Her mother's grip on her hair tightened as she dragged her inside, not buying Noor's excuse. Noor winced in pain, knowing she would have to come up with a better explanation for her tardiness.

(the rain was heavily)

"Look at this girl; it's 7 pm; her college time is 6 pm, and she is just coming now," her mother exclaimed. Her father's gaze fell on her. "Leave her," he said, his voice commanding, as he pulled out his belt. Noor's heart sank as she realized she was about to face the consequences of her actions. She braced herself for the punishment that was about to come, knowing she had no one to blame but herself.

"Dad I'm sorry that won't happen again, please forgive me, Dad," but her father had another decision; he tightened the belt around his hand and hit her hard across the back of her legs. Noor winced in pain, tears welling up in her eyes as she silently accepted her punishment, knowing she was used to it even if she made a single mistake. She was treated like shit in this house; daily abuse was unfortunately a common occurrence for her. Despite the pain and humiliation, she remained strong, determined to one day break free from this cycle of abuse.

Noor's father's actions only fueled her desire to escape the toxic environment she was trapped in. She held onto hope that one day she would find the courage to leave and create a better life for herself.

But she knew that day would never come; wherever she tried to hide, he would find her because of his strong connections with mafias. Noor pulled herself together; even in pain, she moved towards the kitchen to make dinner for her family, trying to maintain a sense of normalcy despite the turmoil she faced. As she cooked, she made a plan in her mind to seek help and break free from her father's control once and for all.

Noor moved towards her room and went inside; the door closed instinctively. She turned around and saw Ahmed standing there with a smirk on his face. She felt a chill run down her spine; Ahmed's presence only confirmed her fears of the danger that lay ahead.

Noor tried to run away, but he grabbed her hand and perked her on the bed. She winced in pain once again as memories of past abuse flooded her mind. Despite the fear and pain, Noor knew she had to find a way to escape this nightmare once and for all.

"Ahmed bhai, please leave me, please." Tears flooded from her eyes as she tried to escape his grip, but he scratched her wrist. She screamed in pain, "Don't move too much; I will not cause you pain for real," he said, his voice dropping sarcasm. Noor's heart raced as she realized the severity of her situation, but she knew she had to stay strong and find a way out. She silently prayed for a miracle to help her escape from Ahmed's cruel grasp.

Ahmed tore her suit sleeves; she screamed again, hoping someone would come and save her, and the door banged loudly, revealing his mother. "Mom, save me, please." Noor yelled; her mother looked at Ahmed. "Ahmed, someone has come. You can continue it later. Come downstairs." Noor's heart sank at her mother's words.

Ahmed got up from her, and she stayed there like a lifeless body. They left her room; tears rolled down her cheeks as she cried her heart out. She felt utterly alone and helpless, wondering if anyone would ever come to her rescue. The sound of Ahmed's footsteps fading away only added to her sense of despair.

She curled up on her bed, feeling the weight of loneliness and fear pressing down on her. The silence in the room was deafening, amplifying her feelings of abandonment.

(.)

"Why are you here?" Noor's father asked. Zyran settled on the king-size sofa. "I came here to make a deal," Zyran said. Noor's father raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Zyran's proposition. Zyran leaned forward, his eyes glinting with determination as he laid out his offer.

"And why do you think I will give her to you?" Noor's father? asked Ahmed, interrupted in between. "You can't take her." Zyran's gaze hardened as he met Ahmed's defiant stare. "I have something to offer that you can't refuse," he replied, his voice dripping with confidence. Ahmed and Noor's father exchanged a wary glance, unsure of what Zyran's proposition entailed.

Zyran's gaze lingered over Ahmed, his hair messed up, his shirt buttons missing, and a scratch on his face. "400 billion? I will give you 400 billion." Ahmed's and Noor's father's eyes widened in shock at the astronomical figure. Zyran smirked, knowing he had piqued their interest with his offer.

Kaiz pulled out a bag with money and placed it in front of them. "These are 200 billion," Kaiz said before placing another bag. "The rest of the money will be transferred to your account." Zyran said Ahmed and Noor's father hesitated, weighing the risks and rewards of accepting such a large sum of money. Zyran leaned back in his chair, waiting patiently for their decision, confident that his proposition was too enticing to refuse.

"You can take her," her father's voice boomed, his eyes narrowing with determination. Zyran's smirk widened, knowing that he had sealed the deal with his irresistible offer. "Give her to me," Zyran's words echoed in the room, sealing the agreement between them. With a nod of approval, Ahmed and Noor's father signaled his acceptance of the deal, knowing that it would bring both financial gain and relief from their current struggles.

(.)

Noor's mother moved towards her room, opened the door, and saw Noor in a white frock. "You are sold." The words left her mother's mouth; she stopped in her tracks, realizing the gravity of the situation. Noor's heart sank as she looked up at her mother, feeling a sense of betrayal and helplessness wash over her.

"How can you sell your own daughter?" Noor said, her voice a mixture of betrayal. "Don't ask me questions. Come downstairs with me. He is waiting for you." Noor shook her head. Her mother grabbed her hand tightly. "Leave me," she yelled, but her mother pulled her hard as her mother descended the stairs with her. Noor's eyes fell on the mysterious buyer. Noor stopped struggling; Zyran looked at her.

Noor, already looking at him, descended the stairs with her mother and pushed her on the floor; her hair flowed with her each movement. Zyran's eyes narrowed as he watched the scene unfold, a sinister smile playing on his lips. Noor's heart raced with fear and anger as she realized the true intentions of his.

She was so lost in looking at him. Kaiz grabbed her hand and started pulling her out of the house. She turned around to look at him. He followed her out of the house, his hand sliding in his pocket, his gaze turning darker at her sight. Kaiz pushed her in the car; her head hit the window; she winced. In pain, "Kaiz!" Zyran yelled from behind but remained in his posture.

Zyran settled down beside her; she was still caressing her forehead. Zyran's eyes fell on the scratch marks on her hand, but he showed no care or concern; instead, he signaled Kaiz to drive away quickly. Kaiz nodded and started the car; Zyran pulled out his phone and dialed someone's number. "Get the jet ready; we are going italy," he said on the call. Noor's eyes fell on his face; Zyran looked at her, but she quickly averted her gaze.

"Don't feel safe around me; I am sure I will be dangerous to you," Zyran said with a smirk, causing Noor to shiver involuntarily. She knew she was in for an unpredictable and potentially risky journey with him.

(.)

Zyran stepped on the jet's stairs, motioning for Noor to follow him. As they boarded the jet, Noor couldn't shake the feeling of unease that Zyran's words had stirred within her. She braced herself for whatever lay ahead, knowing that she would have to trust him if she wanted to survive.

"Zyran," Noor called out from behind, grabbing his attention. He got up from his seat and moved towards her; he caught her wrist tightly, and she winced in pain. "Don't ever call my name from your mouth, or else I will cut your tongue. Call me sir." Zyran's voice deepened. Noor's eyes welled up with tears. "M-my hand," her voice trembling, Zyran didn't care. "Sir," she said. Zyran jerked her hand.

But a sudden turbulence misbalanced her, causing her to stumble and fall into Zyran's arms. As he caught her, she couldn't help but feel a strange mix of fear and relief at his strong grip. Zyran looked at her, his heart racing, but he quickly composed himself and released her, a flicker of concern in his eyes before he turned away. Noor struggled to stand, feeling a rush of conflicting emotions as she tried to make sense of the situation.

"I'll make sure to make your life a living hell," he whispered to himself. ______________________________________________

Everyone was saying it's February already, waiting for the next chapter, so for you all, I updated this chapter even after my busy schedule, so if you all really wanted the next chapter fast, you could complete the target by voting and commenting on this chapter, and I will update the next chapter whenever you want.

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