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,
After he was treated and his upper body was wrapped in white gauze that soon began to stain with blood, he got dressed in the brand new clothes the old man Iqbal had gotten for him. The old man even personally sent men to get Zayn's Audi where he parked it. By then, the black car was gone. When Zayn finally left Iqbal's residence, it was almost dusk. As soon as he left, old Iqbal trembled with anger. He walked to the room his precious son laid in with doctors hovering over him and treating his injuries. "Aah! Ow! Can't you be gentle?" His son hollered in pain. As soon as he saw him, he cried out,"Father! You have to get revenge for me!" "Shut up!" Old Iqbal yelled even though his heart was in pain watching his son. "There are only a few families in this city that we cannot offend and Sultan is one of them." "But father, he harassed my sister and got my nephew thrown out of AUE. Do you expect me to let it go like that?" Old Iqbal's face finally cracked. So all this is
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
Professor Khan drove to the lecturers' campus lodge which was a bit far away from the main campus. They were simply rows of flats. He stopped the car in front of one block and they got off. Zayn was looking around as the professor led him to his quarters. On the way, he realized that the campus lodge actually occupied a lot of beauties. By beauties, he's referring to the female lecturers. Some even winked at him and he whistled. Is it too late or early to apply to be a lecturer? He wouldn't mind living in the campus lodge if he has all these beauties around to feast his eyes on. Professor Khan noticed this and bit back the laughter threatening to spill out of his lips. "Tang's room is over there," He pointed at a door in the hallway. "I'll change while you catch up with him. I'll be out in a jiffy." Zayn nodded and before he could say a word, the professor already dashed into a room. He tucked his hands in his pants pocket and headed to the room professor Khan poi
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
It was only when Zayn got to Al Iwan that he realized what Salim had meant earlier when he said, 'One of the investors is really eager to see you.' Since he went to the restaurant as his second identity, Lord Z, he was given much more respect than before. He noticed that the manager of the restaurant heeded his advice and replaced the receptionist. The new one was quite respectful as she led him to the bodyguards that were awaiting his arrival. He was led to one of the diamond Vip rooms in the restaurant. Seeing two guards standing by both sides of the entrance, he wondered who his investor was. He had read her information in the car on her way here. Though there wasn't a picture attached and there was a lot of redundant information. Name: Alina Sanchez. Her last name suggested she isn't a true breed of UAE, perhaps a half-caste. Age: Twenty Eight. She is quite young, just three years older than him. Occupation: Ceo of Sanchez Group. He'd quickly skimmed t
"Mom, did you leak the pictures?" Khalid turned around in the swiveling chair and massaged his aching temple. His eyes stared directly at the high glass windows of the office. After he told her against it, she still went ahead to defy his instruction. "No. Of course not. I already promised you," Farah's sweet voice answered. Khalid turned around and picked up the tablet he had abandoned on the desk. He switched it on and stared hard at the tabloid. His hands swiped swiftly through the marriage certificate that was posted online and the wedding pictures. Even though the man's face was blurred out, he could still recognize Zayn. This looked like something his mother would absolutely do which explains why he is hesitating to believe her. Farah sensed his unbelief because she immediately backed up her claims. "I really didn't do it. I was also surprised to see the pictures online. You don't know how mad I was that someone beat me to it. But I already promised I wouldn't do
Zayn got into bed and checked the stock market. Going through his investments and realizing that like before, every stock he invested in was rising not declining, he smiled. The 'ding' sound came every now and then, indicating that his account balance was increasing. He put away the phone and closed his eyes. He only meant to take a quick nap, unknowingly, he drifted off to a deep slumber. If only he had accepted his mother's offer and ate like she requested, he wouldn't have been so hungry the next day. He appeared surprised when he woke up to see that the time displayed on the wall clock was a few minutes past seven. How did he sleep for so long? He got out of bed and all he could think of was how to get food to appease his starved stomach. If others were surprised at him showing up at the dining room in PJs, they didn't show it. He greeted everyone and proceeded to stuff his mouth with food. But just as he took a bite of the fresh bread on the table, someone