It was midnight.
Ayesha was asleep when gunshots woke her up.
"BANG BANG BANG"
She screamed. The lights went out.
Her door burst open. 3 masked men ran in.
"Where is she? The Khan's wife?" one shouted.
Ayesha hid under the bed, shaking.
Footsteps came closer.
Suddenly the door was kicked again.
Zain. He had a gun in one hand and fury in his eyes.
He shot the first man. Then the second. Cold. Fast. No mercy.
The third man grabbed Ayesha from under the bed and put a knife to her throat.
"Back off, Khan! Or she's dead!"
Zain froze. His eyes went from cold to murderous.
"Let. Her. Go."
"Never!" The man laughed.
In 2 seconds, Zain threw a knife.
It hit the man's hand. The knife dropped.
Zain shot him in the leg. The man screamed and fell.
Zain ran to Ayesha and pulled her into his arms.
"Are you hurt? Did they touch you?" he asked, checking her everywhere. His hands were shaking.
"No... I'm okay," Ayesha whispered, crying.
Zain hugged her tightly. Too tightly.
"I told you not to leave the room," he said angrily. But his voice was breaking.
"I'm sorry," Ayesha cried into his chest.
Zain picked her up like she weighed nothing and carried her to his room.
His room. The one she was never allowed to enter.
He put her on his bed and covered her with his jacket.
"Stay here," he said. "No one will touch you again. I swear on my life."
For the first time, Ayesha believed him.
Because the Mafia King was scared.
Scared of losing her.