•||Chapter 3: Identical Twins||•

||Mishal's POV||

Half an hour later, the gun shots stopped which felt like hours.

“Ma'am, are you fine?” Driver whispered from his seat.

I hummed because I was afraid to speak anything. I lifted my head and looked out of the window. There were bodies and blood everywhere.

"They must be from the new hidden gang who is trying to take this land and convert it into their territory but don't worry I have already informed sir. It must be his doing," Driver told me like this was a normal thing.

Driver stepped out of the car and opened my door. I stepped out of the car and tried to stand straight but failed. I was shaking as I looked around us, trying to ignore the bloodied dead bodies.

“Sir is here!” He said, nodding his head behind me.

I turned around and saw Zayaan with a gun in his hand. There were few men with guns behind him who were looking around. I slowly went near him as he gave his gun to the other man behind him.

He grabbed me hand gently and said something to the men in Pashto, his native language, which I couldn't understand because I never learned this language.

He pulled me gently towards the other car and I followed him with my shaky legs. He opened the door and I quickly got in. He sat beside me and told the driver again something in Pashto again while I was shaking from fear subconsciously.

Driver started the car and Zayaan pushed a button and a divider was put between the driver and us.

“Are you scared?” He asked in a deep voice that was so smooth for my ears that the fear inside me decreased a little.

I opened my mouth then quickly closed it and nodded my head instead of speaking.

“From me?” He asked, quietly.

I didn't know why but I felt there was a vulnerability in his voice. I looked up at him quickly but there wasn't any sign of vulnerable emotions on his face. He looked normal so I shook my head in answer.

Of course not. I was not afraid of him because he had saved me before. Instead I was afraid of the people who attacked us and it reminded me of an old incident.

He chuckled softly and draped his arm around me and pulled me close to him. I tensed at his touch but the softness of his firm muscles made me relax a little.

I stiffed a little but slowly put my head on his chest and closed my eyes and heard his heartbeat which was beating rapidly. Or maybe it was my heartbeat that was beating rapidly because of being so near him.

I heard him whispering something but I was so lazy to hear and slept in a few minutes.

I opened my eyes when I felt something moving. I looked and saw Zayaan. I quickly sat up and looked away. He slowly removed his arm and suddenly I missed the safety that his arm was providing me.

I tried to remember how I got here in the same car as him then I remembered what happened. I exhaled slowly and tried to forget it but I was shaken from inside again.

The car was stopped and Zayaan got out of the car. I also stepped out of the car and tried to stand straight with the support of the car. Zayaan noticed my abnormal behavior and came near me quickly.

He walked ahead of me and I followed him with my hand in his hand. I blinked my eyes several times because I felt dizziness suddenly. When we entered the house, I felt suffocation like someone was taking all the oxygen away from me.

He turned to me and before I understood what he was saying, I felt a wave of dizziness hit me. Before I lost my balance, Zayaan caught me and picked me up in his arms.

He carried me somewhere while I felt all my energy drained from my body. I closed my eyes and let the darkness trap me in a complete dark world. And the last I felt was the softness of the bed underneath me and a soft kiss placed on my head before completely blacked out.

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I woke up because of the nightmare about something which made me end up in today's situation. I held my head and blinked several times as the rays of sunshine hit my eyes and gave me a headache. I sat up and rubbed my eyes then looked around to see where I was.

I wiped the sweat that was formed on my face and took a few deep breaths to relax myself. I told myself it was just another dream and there was nothing afraid of as a

long as Zayaan protected me.

I got up and quickly rushed to the washroom, feeling nausea. I threw everything out that I ate yesterday then washed my face with cold water and took the tooth brush out of its packet to brush my teeth, which I found.

I looked up in the mirror and saw my face colour was getting pale and my eyes were a little red. I turned the tap off and dried my face with the towel.

When I exited from the washroom, I saw Zayaan with his fresh clothes in his hands.

“Do you need anything?” I asked him in confusion.

“Yeah! My clothes!” He answered me with a frown, staring at me or maybe my pale face.

I looked around the room and realized I was in his room and I slept here. He looked at me for a second then went inside the washroom while whispering lightly before closing the door,

"Don't stress and take care of yourself."

I paused, then looked at the closed door of the washroom for few minutes. I bit my lips and looked away for the door. I looked for my suitcase and took fresh clothes out of it. When Zayaan came out from the washroom, I went in to change the clothes.

After taking a shower and wearing fresh clothes, I went downstairs and looked around. I stopped when I saw some pictures of two Zayaans in one frame.

Identical twins!

Zayaan had told me about everyone in his family but this was the only person that I didn't know. They both looked like the younger version of Zayaan. I touched the picture and saw they had a little distance between them.

“Ma'am, your breakfast is ready!” I felt my heart jump in fear when I heard someone behind me.

I put my hand on my heart and turned around. There was a servant standing there and looked at me with an apologetic smile and mumbled sorry. I turned around and again looked at the pictures then followed her.

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