"Can't you even pretend to be happy to see me for once?" Aliyah pouted with a fake sad look. Zayn already saw through her expression and asked again,"What are you doing here? Aren't you studying humanities? Why are you in the computer department?" Aliyah rolled her eyes and pulled his arm. "Fine," She turned to the direction of the system that was undergoing repairs and pointed at the team of engineers there. "My friend is there so I came over too." "Your friend?" Zayn was puzzled. A male or female? That was when he noticed the lady assisting the engineers. Her fair and flawless palm shot out as she handed over a toolbox to one of the student engineers that gave her a smile in return. Zayn's brows furrowed. He couldn't see the lady clearly because of the long abaya she was wearing which was paired with a niqāb that only exposed her eyes. Why was she being so conservative? Who even wears such unexposed clothes for work? "She's in the computer engineering depart

Zayn got into his Audi and was just a few meters away from the school when he felt someone was following him. On instinct, he glanced at the rear view mirror and realized a suspicious black car was indeed following him. He suddenly thought of the feeling he has been getting lately that someone is tailing him and then smirked before glancing at the car's GPS. As soon as he found what he was looking for, he diverted from the lane to another way. The car followed him. The occupants of the black car were puzzled when Zayn suddenly stopped in front of a store. As they watched him go in, one of them sent a message to their boss. "Boss, it's so weird. He actually stopped in front of a shabby store. Should we keep watching him or just turn around? It is really getting annoying keeping a watch on this useless heir." A response came in faster than expected. "You remember the last time he went missing for two days and you guys couldn't give a clue about his whereabouts— Did you forg

Zayn squinted at the tall man in front of him. He was tied to an iron chair and could only look up at the man assumed to be his attacker. From the moment he had walked in, he immediately recognized the man as the second son of Iqbal's family but he didn't know his name. Iqbal's family is a reputable family in the city. Though they aren't on the leaderboard, they are prominent due to their deep rooted connections in the military. Zayn couldn't help but wonder how he offended a militant family. However he didn't have to think for long because the man had already brought out his phone and switched on the video call. "Is he the one?" Mr Iqbal turned the phone to Zayn's direction. "Yes brother... He's the one," the woman on the phone nodded excitedly. Zayn's eyes narrowed when he saw Ali's mother. Did this foolish woman not learn her lesson? "I paid quite a lot to get the CCTV footage of the dean's office since I couldn't get any information about him," she continued,

As a result of his father's annoying call, Zayn left the company but reached home past dinner time. There was no one in sight anymore aside from the maids. It was quite difficult for him to bathe that night. He had to change the gauze wrapped around his body since it was completely soaked. After applying ointment, he proceeded to eat dinner before returning to his room. As soon as he got in, he brought out his prayer mat. He's been too preoccupied to pray recently and the guilt has been taking a toll on him. "Allaahumma 'innee 'as'aluka birahmatikal-latee wasi'at kulla shay'in 'an maghfira lee," he raised his hand upward and prayed. [O Allah, I ask You by Your mercy, which encompasses all things, that You forgive me.] When he settled in bed later, he took his phone, wanting to send a message to professor Tang for not keeping up with their agreement to meet but soon realized that he didn't have the professor's contact. "Well, I'll just apologize tomorrow," he shrugged a

Yasmin walked forward and snatched away the papers in the lawyer's hands, unable to believe his words. She flipped through the pages and her face contorted with anger when she saw that it really was a divorce agreement. Isn't it supposed to be a chauffeur sent to lead Dahlia to Sultan's estate? How did the situation turn out to be like this? Her eyes landed on one part of the divorce papers and she sneered coldly. Bringing out her phone, she dialed a number. "Layla, is this how you show respect to our family?" She completely lost all sense of courtesy and exploded. "What do you mean?" Layla acted oblivious as she didn't want to exchange words with this senseless woman over the phone. "You... Is this how your family is going to repay us? Zayn practically lived here for the past three years. Eating our food, living in our house, hogging around our daughter yet all you can do in return is to present a divorce agreement?" Layla's stomach churned with disgust. As far as she