"Mr. Malik, we have a problem," Sara burst into the office, her face pale. "Danish Khan is back in Pakistan."
Zayan's entire body went rigid. "When?"
"Last night. And he's asking about... your wife."
My blood ran cold. "Who is Danish Khan?"
Zayan stood up, his face like stone. "My step-brother. The man who tried to kill me 3 years ago. The same night Aiza died."
I gasped. "He... he caused the accident?"
"He tampered with my car brakes," Zayan's fists clenched. "He wanted me dead so he could inherit everything. Aiza died saving me. She grabbed the steering wheel when the brakes failed."
Tears ran down my face. "And now he's back? For me?"
"He knows you're my weakness," Zayan grabbed my shoulders. "Inaya, listen to me. From today, you don't leave this mansion without 4 bodyguards. You don't answer unknown calls. You don't—"
A gunshot shattered the window.
I screamed as glass flew everywhere. Zayan tackled me to the ground, covering my body with his. "Are you hurt? Inaya! Answer me!"
"I'm... I'm fine," I sobbed, touching his face. "You? You're bleeding!"
A cut on his forehead dripped blood. But he didn't care. He held me tighter. "I won't lose you. I can't lose you too."
Sara called security. Police came. But Danish was gone.
That night, Zayan didn't sleep. He sat outside my room, gun in hand, watching the door.
At 3 AM, I opened my door and found him there. "Zayan, come inside."
"No. It's not safe."
"I don't care about safe," I pulled him into my room, into my bed. "If I die, I die in your arms. Not alone."
He broke. "Inaya, if anything happens to you—"
"Nothing will," I kissed his bloody forehead. "Because you won't let it. And I won't let you face him alone."
He kissed me then, desperate, terrified, loving. "I love you," he whispered against my lips. "God help me, I love you so much it hurts."
The contract was ash. The rules were gone. There was only us. And a war coming.
But Zayan Malik wasn't fighting alone anymore. He had me. And I would burn the world before I let anyone hurt him again.