"Uh!" The crowd cried in disappointment. Blaze missed his attempt because Zayn had been quick enough to swerve his bike to avoid the hit. But the back tire clashed with Blaze's causing a screeching sound. Zayn secretly heaved a sigh of relief and sped off to put as much distance as he could between him and Blaze. But the latter was particularly persistent and followed closely behind. Zayn focused on the bikes ahead of him when he realized that the first round was coming to an end. There was still no loser yet though other racers were already trying to hit one another. But he was far behind. So keeping in mind that Blaze was still behind him, he headed straight forward for the bike ahead of him. "Let's do this," He accelerated his bike at a fast speed and directly hit the bike in front of him. The racer lost his stance because he hadn't been expecting a hit from behind and he was also preparing to attack someone else at the time of the attack. The audience watc
"You worry too much Hassan," The unknown man patted director Hassan on the back. "Even if they suspect you have something to do with the fraud, they would never find any clue because they do not know just what the money has been transformed into." Director Hassan's knitted browsing relaxed in relief. He picked up a glass from the table and drained it. "Oooh! Yee-haw!" The cheers from the large screen in the room didn't allow Rashid to hear what director Hassan said next. But he swiftly turned away when the director stood. "I have to leave. It's getting late and I shouldn't spend more time outside now that we are being trailed. Who knows... The enemy might be lurking nearby," Director Hassan bade his companion farewell. The response he got was a guffaw from his companion. "Such a coward. Good night. It was nice doing business with you." Director Hassan nodded and walked away. As soon as Rashid heard nothing else, he looked up and heaved a sigh of relief. He then s
"Congratulations Mr Zen," the judge handing over the prize said to Zayn. Despite the pain the latter was feeling, he smiled. "Thank you." "We now announce our new champion, the one brave enough to beat a seven-year record holder and win a whopping sum of 5,000,000AED," The judge's voice rang out in the place. The crowd clapped and cheered. People from the fighting arena and other sports trooped in to see what was going on. "Do you have anything to say, Zen?" The judge turned to Zayn who nodded. He collected the mic and looked at the crowd. He then smiled again causing ladies' hearts to palpitate. "I have nothing else to say aside, if you believe in it, go for it. It doesn't matter if you are an amateur. There is enough love to go around." Pak! Pak! The crowd clapped again. Those that understood his last statement knew it was directed to the other racers that played dirty. You don't have to play tricks to win. One can't always be a winner. Learn to accept and
"Thank you and good night." The chauffeur gave Rashid and Zayn a quizzical look as he drove away. He looked in the rear view mirror again. Wasn't that Hussein's estate? That place is a private residence owned by one of the wealthiest families in the UAE. Even though Zayn won the grand prize back there at El-Akbar, his appearance was quite simple and poor so how is it possible that he and Rashid are related to the Hussein's family? When Zayn saw the chauffeur's questioning gaze just before he drove away, he knew he had made the right decision. No one in El-Akbar can be trusted. He only asked for them to be dropped off at Hussein's estate and the chauffeur was already acting so strange. What if he had mentioned the Sultan's residence? Then everyone in El-Akbar would know that he and Rashid were just under a guise and were actually from wealthy families. "Hello," Salim's voice was hoarse as the call finally went through. "Were you asleep?" Zayn asked as he followed Rashi
Shaquille was having brunch at the dining room when he heard this. The tea cup in his hand fell and shattered into pieces. "What?" His body trembled with anger. He didn't go to the empire today because there was barely little work for him and with the ruckus the directors and Zayn caused, he'd sincerely lost his interest. He knew when Layla was leaving because she seemed happy and was gushing all about how Ramadan was up and coming. "Yes master. She and her maid were abducted," The bodyguards admitted. "What are you still doing? Dispatch people to search for my wife immediately! If she and that girl don't come back here in one piece, forget about losing your jobs, your lives would be gone too!" He ended the call and almost threw the phone away. "I should inform Zayn," He spoke on the spur of the moment and was beginning to dial his son's number when he suddenly remembered the problem at the company. This was already the second day of the three days ultimatum Z
Zayn walked into the restroom and disappeared as soon as he got in. Based on the memories of the vision he had, when he reopened his eyes, he was in the old, abandoned house his mother had been abducted to. "Ahhh!!! Let... Me.. Go!" He got there just in time to see the disgusting thugs tearing off Sarita's clothes. His mother was crying bitterly just like it had been in the revelation. His eyes turned red with anger. With a raging flash, he moved and then... Bam! He picked up one of the thugs on Sarita and threw him off. The man crashed terribly on the floor, groaning in pain. For a stunned moment, the laughter ceased as other thugs stared at Zayn, wondering who he was and how he got in! "Hey! Who are you? How dare you sneak into this place? Are you courting death?" One of the thugs yelled. He came to a conclusion that one of his stupid minions had probably left the entrance unlocked causing Zayn to sneak in. But the latter was courageous to have done so. "Aren't yo
The soldiers trooped in and apprehended the thugs. They didn't even care for those that had broken their arms or other parts of their body and directly pulled them. This caused the thugs to howl in pain. "Is she alright?" Shaquille asked. He walked to Zayn while holding Layla's hand. His wife seemed to be trembling. Just then, the door opened again and the cops trooped in. The soldiers were obviously surprised to see them because they couldn't think of anyone that would have informed them. Zayn knew it was Salim but he didn't mention a word. "We'll take it from here," The chief informed the soldiers who didn't argue as it was the police job to catch these criminals in the first place. Some of the cops recognized quite a number of the thugs as they had already been deemed wanted in the station. "Thank you very much Mr Zayn," The chief came up to Zayn. "We have been searching all over for these criminals that's been terrorizing the civilians' peace." Zayn nodded. But
"It is him!" Alina's chair jerked as she stood. She stared at the tab in shock. Unfortunately, the live stream didn't show Zayn's face again till it ended. "How is this possible?" She scrambled forward and grabbed the tab. She quickly searched for some keywords that had 'Sultan', soon enough, a lot of videos popped up. She found the one she was searching for and played it. When she saw Zayn's side profile again, she turned ashen with shock. "How can it be him? Isn't his name Zen?" Even though she watched the video just twice, she could recognize him. A pop-up appeared on the screen to show that the video was no longer available, that is, it had been deleted. Alina tapped her fingers on the table rapidly as she thought about Zen or should she call him Zayn now? The mysterious and surprisingly charming smirk on his face that night appeared on her mind for no reason. She thought of that unruly young man Iris had desperately tried to force her to look at. To think o