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My feet came to an abrupt stop when the man was on red alert. It was the sound from her room. My heart raced at the thought that something had happened to her. I ran towards her room and saw the room empty. I knocked on the bathroom door" but no response came. "Noor" I called out, but no response came.

I pulled out my phone. unlocked the door with my fingerprint. "Door unlocked," a click sound came as Alexa spoke. I saw her lying on the floor, the water pooling around her blood coming out of her forehead. "Noor," I called and grabbed her, my hands wavering over her cheeks, her face pale; the wound was deep.

I came out of the bathroom with her in my arms; she was complete. I drenched her with water, pulled her on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and pulled out the phone. I dialed the Kaiz number "call a doctor immediately" and hung up on the call. I watched her silently, hoping for a quick response. As I waited anxiously, I wiped the water off her face.

"Sir, the doctor came," Kaiz's voice reached my ear. "You can come in." I said the door clicked open, and I saw a lady doctor with Kaiz. "You can wait outside," the doctor I nodded at her words and stepped out of the room, feeling a sense of relief knowing that the doctor was now attending to her. I paced back and forth outside, trying to keep calm while waiting for any updates on her condition.

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The doctor came outside. "She fell unconscious because of weakness, and I think her head hit something. That's why her forehead was wounded. I also changed the bandage on her feet. Make sure she rests well and make her eat something so that she can get back her consciousness." I nodded and emerged in the room.

"Call Ms. Hart," I said to Kaiz. He nodded and left. Ms. Hart entered the room. "Sir, do you need something?" she asked "yeah I want you to change her clothes and then cook a vegetable soup" she nodded at my words and I left the room waiting outside for her to finish.

After a while, Ms. Hart came out of the room and informed me that she had changed her clothes. I thanked her and went back into the room to check on her condition.

She always gets into trouble every time she's left alone.

My gaze fell on her face. She has become more beautiful than before, her long lashes resting on her cheek, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Ms. Hart entered the room with a bowl of hot soup in her hand and placed it on the bedside table. She smiled warmly at me before excusing herself. I nodded.

Moving towards her, I sat down beside her; she was still unconscious. I gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face as I picked up the bowl and took some soup in the spoon, blowing it gently before bringing it to her lips. The warmth of the soup seemed to comfort her, as a faint smile appeared on her face. I continued to feed her, hoping she would soon wake up.

I finished feeding her the soup and placed the bowl back on the bedside table. I sat there quietly, watching over her, waiting for any sign of improvement in her condition.

Her hands moved slowly, grabbing my attention; her eyes slowly opened; she looked at me. "Zyran," she whispered my name weakly. I watched her slowly get up from the bed. I didn't make any kind of move, nor did I say something, just letting her take her time to fully wake up and regain her strength. As she sat up, I offered her a glass of water to help her refresh herself before speaking.

"I am leaving; I have a meeting," I whispered and left the room.



Noor watched him leave without looking at him, leaving her behind, feeling a pang of disappointment in her chest. She knew he had his own responsibilities to attend to, but she couldn't help but wish he would stay just a little longer. She took a deep breath. "He hates me but still cared for me," she mumbled to herself.

He has changed himself so much he knows how to control his feelings and not let them interfere with his obligations. Noor couldn't help but wonder if there was still a chance for them to reconcile in the future.

She got up from the bed and looked at herself in the mirror beside her bed hanging on the wall. She was not wearing the same clothes; she realized someone changed her clothes. Moving towards the wardrobe, she pulled out a white saree.

She went downstairs and saw Ms. Hart working in the kitchen. "Can I help you?" she asked. Ms. Hart shook her head in no. "Did you change my clothes? Noor asked her. "Sir Said me to, change your clothes," Ms. Hart said. She nodded her head slightly. "If you want, you can go to the garden for some fresh air," Ms. Hart said with a small smile playing on her lips.

Noor smiled back and moved towards the garden. The fresh air instantly lifted her spirits, making her feel rejuvenated. She decided to take a walk around the garden, enjoying the peaceful surroundings and the gentle breeze. As she walked, Noor felt grateful for the opportunity to relax and clear her mind before returning to her room. The beauty of the garden helped her find a sense of calm and focus.

After a few minutes of walking, Noor found a comfortable bench to sit on and simply enjoy the tranquility of the garden. The sound of birds chirping and the scent of blooming flowers filled her with a sense of contentment.

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"Mister Frenk, oni mne nuzhny." Zyran said, his voice demanding and serious.

(Mister Frank, I need them.)

"Ya ne mogu dat' vam ikh, mister sikander." Mr. Frank's voice is serious as he takes a quick glance at the contract lying in front of him.

(I can't give you them, Mr. Sikander.)

"YA ne proshu ikh, mister Frenk, vy menya nepravil'no ponyali, ya ikh voz'mu." Zyran's voice is serious.

(Mr. Frank, you're taking me wrong. I'm not asking you; I'll take them.)

Mr. Frank glanced at Zyran. "Are you giving me a threat?" he asked. Zyran nodded at his words.

(A/N: Sidhi baat, no bakwas.👍)

"Mr. Frank I am behaving because you're my business partner. If there were someone else in your place, he would have been lying beneath this ground in a grave." Let's not forget that," Zyran added with a cold smile, making it clear that he was not to be underestimated. Mr. Frank swallowed nervously, realizing the seriousness of the situation.

"Sign those papers," Zyran's voice deepened. Mr. Frank picked up the pen but stopped and started looking in a particular direction. Zyran burrows furrowing, he looked in the direction he was looking at and saw Noor walking around draped in a white saree. Zyran's gaze darkened.

Noor's eyes fell on both of them. She quickly left from there. Zyran watched her running away from there before he shifted his attention to Frank. "Focus, Mr. Frank," Zyran's voice snapped him back to reality. With a final glance in Noor's direction, he signed the papers, knowing he had no other choice but to comply with Zyran's demands.

"Krasivyy," Frank mumbled under his breath, Zyran's jaw clenched at his words as Frank signed them. Zyran took the paper in his hand and walked away without saying another word. Frank couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as he watched Zyran leave with the signed papers in hand.

Zyran entered the dining area and saw her sitting on the chair. He moved towards her. Noor looked at him. "I'm sorry, I just went to take some fresh air in the garden. I didn't know that you were having a meeting there." Noor's voice was soft and trembling. "It's fine," Zyran's voice was calm. Zyran's eyes softened as he reassured Noor, "Don't worry about it; I understand." Noor smiled gratefully.

Noor looked at him. Her soft gaze lingered on his tall figure as she watched him carefully, his gaze following hers.

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The dimly lit room looked dangerous. Zyran reached out for the chair and sat down on it. "Mr. Frank," he whispered dangerously to Frank, who was tied in front of him, "What are you doing?" Frank said his voice was stammering.

Kaiz moved forward with a tray in his hand, the knife shining on the red surface. Zyran grinned wickedly, his eyes glinting with malice as he slowly traced the blade of the knife with his finger. Frank's heart raced with fear as he realized the danger he was in, unable to comprehend Zyran's sinister intentions.

The room was filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the sound of Zyran's menacing chuckle. Frank's mind raced, trying to find a way out of the situation as Zyran's grin widened, sending shivers down his spine.

"Eyeing what's mine," Zyran whispered as he traced the knife on the eyes of Frank, the cold metal sending a shiver down his spine. Frank's breath caught in his throat as he watched Zyran's every move, feeling the weight of the situation sink in. The air grew thick with tension as Zyran's eyes bore into Frank's, leaving him paralyzed with fear.

"Please, don't do this," Frank pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper. The room seemed to close in around them, suffocating Frank with the realization that escape was impossible. "Why did you look at her?" Zyran growled, his grip tightening on the knife. "You should have known better than to mess with what's mine." Frank's heart pounded in his chest as he struggled to find a way out of the dangerous situation he found himself in.

"I didn't know anything about her; I just looked at her." Frank said, his voice stammering, "That's what I am saying. You looked at her. That was your biggest mistake. You know what? Are you looking at his hand?" Zyran said, grabbing Kaiz's hand; his fingers were absent from his left hand. "He dared to touch her, and he pushed her in the car so that her head hit the window." Frank's eyes widened in horror as he realized the severity of the situation. "I swear, I didn't mean to cause any harm," he pleaded, hoping for a way to diffuse the tension before it escalated further. But Zyran's grip tightened on Kaiz's hand, his anger palpable as he continued to accuse Frank of his actions.

"So I cut off his fingers," Zyran's lips curling up in a smirk. Frank's heart raced as he saw Zyran's sinister smile, realizing the danger he was in. The room fell silent as Zyran's chilling words hung in the air, leaving Frank to wonder what would happen next.

"And you even dared to call her beautiful," Zyran said, the knife moving towards his lips as he slid the knife in his mouth. Frank's eyes widened in fear as Zyran's threats became more menacing, his heart pounding in his chest. The room grew colder as Zyran's dark intentions became clearer, sending a shiver down Frank's spine.

A sudden pull on Zyran's cutter, his tongue, and he screamed in pain. Frank's screams echoed through the room as Zyran's sadistic grin widened, reveling in the fear he had instilled. The metallic tang of blood filled the air as Zyran's violent actions left Frank paralyzed with terror.

The knife poking his eyes Zyran pushed the knife in his eyes, causing Frank to let out a gut-wrenching scream. The room fell silent as Zyran's twisted pleasure in inflicting pain on Frank became chillingly evident.

Kaiz watched him silently from the corner, his own dark intentions masked behind a stoic expression. The tension in the room thickened as Kaiz's presence added an unsettling layer to the already horrifying scene.

Putting the knife aside, Zyran forwarded his hand. Kaiz handed him the handkerchief as he slowly wiped the blood from his finger. "You know why I only caused harm to your one eye so that you can watch yourself suffer in agony," Zyran whispered menacingly. Frank's heart raced with fear as he realized the true extent of Zyran's sadistic nature.

"She's mine; no one else can claim her; no one else can look at her. If he tries to, it will be his last day," a sinister smile playing on Zyran's lips.

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I don't know what this man wants.

What do you think about him?

Who else wants to know what happened in the past that he hates her so much?

Tell me how the chapter was.

~Haelyn♡