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Chapter 7

Noora

It had been exactly a month since Sultan and I violently made out in my bedroom like a couple of horny teenagers. A lot had changed since then.

The first thing we had gotten our of our way were the statements for the entire Nageen incident. Mine said the following: “What happened was extremely unfortunate. A man tried to confess his feelings in the most civil and dignified manner. Unfortunately the woman in question was rude, obnoxious and, as it turned out, opportunistic. You have no reason to believe my words because I might sound like the rich villain from the tellyworld or the films. However I have no reason to lie. I have been a very fair person my entire life and I will point out the wrongdoer, irrespective of their gender, cast, religion, age and sexuality. If there is one thing you must know about me is that I am a very loyal friend. Sultan Durrani has become one of my closest friends and a figure in the business world I look up to and admire. When I saw he was in trouble for no fault of his, of course I jumped in to help him. I apologize if I have hurt anyone’s sentiments. I will not make further comments on this incident because I have no intension to give that woman her 15 minutes of fame. I hope we can put this behind us.”

Needless to say it worked. Public opinion about Sultan changed within a few hours, which ended up helping his business and boost his uncle’s political career. His image further cemented when he turned up for the first day of construction of my hotel. Everybody knew Sultan and I were competitors and were expecting his team or his family to make some snarky comments. However, no one had thought he would waltz into the lot, congratulate me, pose for pictures and make positive statements for my venture. I reciprocated the gesture, by turning up at every event his media house organized.

All this because…we were friends. Yup, I had not lied in my statement. In fact we had gotten closer than ever. We hung out every chance we got. Sometimes he would turn up for dinner and sometimes I would drop in at his place at 2 in the morning because I could not sleep. And at times, we went out for dinner and drives, occasionally being papped. The media talked a lot about our friendship, always debating whether there was something more. But well…it was and it was not.

The attraction was very much there. I still felt strongly for him. In fact the first time we met, three after the make out incident, was kind of awkward. He turned up unannounced because he was having an anxiety attack.

He rang my doorbell repeatedly until I opened the door, having seen it was him through the security cams. I was dressed in a thin cami and pajamas, his impatient ass not letting me even put on something more covered. It was not the outfit that got to him, it was the state I was in. You see, all the hickeys Sultan left on my neck had turned dark. During the day I would be dressed in high collared tops and use my best color corrector and concealer to hide them well. But at night, I like to have my me time, sue me. And that did not include me standing in my living room, being stared at by the man who gave me the purple and maroon marks on my neck and throat.

‘Holy f**k. I did that?’ He looked surprised.

I chuckled, ‘I remember having your fingers wrapped around my throat and you biting me everywhere.’

‘Crap, Noora, I am so sorry.’

‘Don’t be, I enjoyed it,’ I winked at him, causing him to grin.

‘Me too.’

I turned around so he would not see the blush on my cheeks, ‘My senses are telling me you are deeply troubled. So what’s bothering you?’

He sighed and sat on the sofa, ‘I can’t talk about this without alcohol.’

But I was quicker. ‘Here you go,’ I said, handing him a glass of scotch on the rocks. Sitting next to him, I clinked our glasses in cheers before taking a sip.

‘How did you—’

‘You think you’re the only one who has alcohol in this country?’ I grinned. ‘C’mon now, drink up.’

He chugged half the glass down and went to get the bottle from where I had hidden it. ‘I am getting flashbacks.’

‘Of us?’ I asked him.

He shook his head, ‘No. My childhood.’

Okay damn.

‘What do you remember?’ I swirled the ice cubes in the glass, trying not to get affected.

‘After what Nageen said that day…I remember how my father treated my mother. He wanted her to be the perfect trophy wife in front of the world. If she retaliated, he…hit her. I’ve seen her cry alone in her room whenever my father would bring women home…can you even imagine that? My father cheated openly! He would be two rooms away, f**king some chic every night!’

I had no idea what to say, listening to him talk. The only thing I could do was place my hand on his, rubbing the back gently, encouraging him to speak.

‘He used to beat me too, after he got drunk. And if I tried to save my mother. I had to eat painkillers but my anger grew. Just think about it, you go to the kitchen in your house and see some skank dressed in riches gifted by your father. Sometimes I even heard them,’ he grimaced, tears welling up in his eyes. ‘And that day…Nageen had said that…men like me prey on women like her, take advantage of them and then leave them in pain and agony. The same words my mother had said to my father, a few months before she died.’

Oh shit.

‘I know she was an opportunistic b**ch but do you think that’s me? What if I am like my father?! Maybe I am an evil assh*le too!’

‘Sultan,’ I kept my glass down and turned completely towards him. ‘You’re not, okay? You’re not your father. You know exactly why Nageen said those things, don’t you? She was trying to manipulate you into being hers. So that she could wrap your around her finger.’

‘But what if I am a terrible person?’ He asked me, his voice soft and weak from his internal pain.

I smiled at him, ‘Sweetie, I know you. And well…I’ve kinda been with you too. You aren’t a monster. You just have problems dealing with normal relationships, which is completely understandable since your dad was a terrible person. Remember how you tried to defend your mother? How much you loved her? If you were like you father, you would’ve never done that.’

‘I guess…you’re right.’

He pulled me into a hug, burying his face into my hair. I felt his tears on my shoulders. ‘Let it all out,’ I whispered. ‘You’ve kept all this inside you for way too long. Its okay.’

‘I am not a bad man, am I?’ He sniffled.

I laughed lightly, ‘Of course not, sweetie. Or else you wouldn’t be here with me.’

‘My mom used to call me that…’

‘Sweetie?’

‘Yeah…’

‘Is it…okay if I call you that? Or is it triggering?’

‘On the contrary, I love it.’

We chuckled, holding onto each other until he stopped crying. I rubbed his back, a sign of reassurance that his secret was safe with me. That he could talk to me about anything. Do not tell him but…I would do anything for this man. And I had no idea how I could feel so strongly for someone I had barely known for a few weeks.

‘You hungry?’

‘Mhmm’

‘I was gonna order Chinese. Is that okay?’

‘Sure.’

‘Come on,’ I pulled out of our embrace, feeling the loss immediately. I grabbed my phone and quickly asked Sultan what he wanted to eat. Surprisingly, we both loved the same food, except he had very low spice tolerance.

‘I can’t believe you don’t eat Sichuan chicken!’ I exclaimed. ‘I am the one from the UK but its you who prefers salt and pepper as seasonings!’

‘Its f**king spicy, Noora. You want me to die?’ He retaliated.

I laughed, ‘You really gotta work on your spice tolerance.’

‘Maybe.’

‘C’mon!’ I pouted. ‘For me?’

‘You know I’d do anything for you, angel.’ His stare made me squirm in my seat.

‘Okay then work on your spice tolerance,’ I said, trying to be as nonchalant as I could.

‘Noora…I get a feeling I might break my promise tonight,’ he said, staring at my lips now. I noticed his eyes darkening immediately and felt a familiar ache building up.

Squeezing my thighs tightly, I said, ‘Anything but that, sweetie.’

I grinned remembering that night. Of course he did not break his promise. But we made another deal. Cuddling and holding was officially allowed when we were alone. So that is what we did. Laying on the cabana-like low seating I had made on my balcony myself, surrounded by fairy lights, fake flowers, ivies and a bunch of stuffed toys, we discussed our childhood, teen years, college life and university years. Sultan really had been something else the minute he turned eighteen.

‘So all the girls in school were after you obviously,’ I said teasingly.

‘No one I wanted to even be around! I began dating when I got into college,’ he huffed. ‘I was basically a saint up till then.’

‘Ooh so after that you managed to gain all these skills haa?’

He buried his face in my hair, groaning in frustration, ‘Ugh you are insufferable.’

‘C’mon!’ I whacked his chest lightly. ‘Tell me more. If you tell then I tell.’

‘Uff. Fine!’ He huffed. ‘So I enrolled in University of Leeds right? For Bachelors. Studied in the Leeds Business School.’

‘Yes?’

‘That’s where I met my first girlfriend. Olivia, I think her name was.’

‘Blonde?’

‘With green eyes,’ he confirmed. ‘We broke up within a month because she felt I paid more attention to my studies over her.’

‘Wow,’ I said dryly. ‘Did that break your heart?’

‘Yeah kind of. I mean, she was my first and all…so that made me stoic towards love.’

‘It was only a month though, right?’

‘You’re forgetting I never saw one good romantic relationship in my life.’

‘Hmm,’ I said, suddenly feeling stupid.

‘Its okay,’ he said immediately, sensing my thoughts. Pressing a kiss on my forehead, he continued, ‘So anyways. It was then I decided that girlfriends would come and go, but all I need is money and power. Even though I have it in abundance, I gotta multiply it. After this, women became more of a weekend thing, or maybe a casual hookup thing. I did date once or twice, but it wasn’t serious from my end, and I made sure the girls knew it.’

‘Did this go on this Masters?’ I asked him.

‘Pretty much yeah. For Masters I moved to London…studied at London Business School.’

‘University of London? No way, that was my alum!’ I exclaimed, sitting up in excitement.

Sultan beamed at me, still lying, ‘So you’re smart too.’

‘You know I am, I won that deal fair and square!’ I scoffed, until I felt him tug at my arms, pulling me down towards him again.

‘Anyways, let me continue the story. Damn, its highly difficult to not kiss you,’ he whispered in my ear.

I bit my lip, ‘Sultan—’

‘I won’t angel, not until you want me to…’

‘Then continue talking,’ I half-breathed, not realizing my right leg had hitched itself around his hip.

‘I intend to,’ he replied, taking in a deep breath to compose himself. ‘Okay…so…umm…Masters, right? Yeah so I had the same pattern. Only now, I was working too, handling business operations from London. I had more responsibilities but I partied in the weekend like no one.’

‘I’d like to see that.’

‘Maybe you will, someday.’

‘And what about now?’

‘Now?’

‘I mean, did you date after returning?’

‘Nope. I was exposed to the Western culture of dating and that did not really fit here. Plus, I didn’t want a typical desi girl you know?’

‘Nick Jonas disagrees.’

‘Gosh…what is it with you and bad jokes?!’

‘My style,’ I quipped. ‘Sorry sorry, continue.’

He shook his head for a couple of seconds, getting back into his flow, ‘I want someone who is independent, financially stable and a genuine person. She shouldn’t have to be in business, you know? But I’ve been surrounded by women in my family who have judged people based on money and who only know how to show off and socialize. That’s not what I am looking for.’

‘Wow. But where are you gonna find someone like this?’

‘Well…I travel a lot and was hoping I’d find someone there. Most of my “girlfriends” are abroad, if you know what I mean.’

‘Casual and no strings, got it.’

‘Yeah but I ended those the night we…got involved.’

I tilted my neck to look at him, ‘Why?!’

‘Because I felt like I found The One. And I still feel so.’

‘But…but we aren’t together,’ I felt a smile creep up.

‘No but…I like to think never say never,’ he replied, stroking my cheek softly. ‘What you made me feel was incredibly insane and I doubt anyone could measure up to it. Now you better start talking about your life because it feels you might break your promise.’

I chuckled before beginning, ‘I dated in High School, went to prom and all that. But I had my first serious relationship when I turned 20. He was Irish and had the whackiest sense of humor. We dated for three years and then called it off. Since then, its been only dates that end up in a kiss occasionally. ’

‘So he was…?’

‘My first? Yeah,’ I nodded. ‘It was painful, I won’t lie. But I had lots of work to do, so I got over it.’

‘So you haven’t had any in a while. Explains the sounds you made that night,’ he grinned at me.

I swatted his chest, ‘Hey! Maybe it was because of your skills!’

‘That I do have,’ he rubbed his nose against my cheek. ‘Now tell me, what’s your ideal type.’

‘Sultan?’ My voice shook warningly.

‘I am not breaking any rules, angel. Forehead kisses are vanilla. Now c’mon, tell me.’

‘I uhh…okay. So…someone who respects me, understands me, doesn’t judge me because I don’t want to hide my past. And who…doesn’t interfere in my professional life because I love my job. And…obviously someone I share insane amounts of chemistry with…who loves me dearly.’

‘Did you find him?’ He said lowly in my ear, his baritone sending tremors down my spine.

‘I did…a month ago…’

‘Then why are we fighting this?’

‘Because of the complications, Sultan. I admit I feel strongly for you, but you know how f**ked up everything has gotten.’

I do not know how but he had managed to turn us over, me flat on my bed while he propped himself on my right elbow, half on top of me. ‘We could fight them.’

‘You know it wouldn’t be easy,’ I breathed. ‘And I don’t want to be a hinderance.’

‘On the contrary,’ he hummed. ‘You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.’

‘And you say this after meeting me for the fourth time today?’

‘I know what I feel.’ He replied strongly, his dark eyes boring into mine. ‘But the question is, what do you feel?’

‘I am not gonna say it,’ I whispered.

‘I can make you say it.’ He moved closer to my lips, stopping merely an inch away. ‘Tell me angel, how strong is it?’

‘Very,’ I clenched my thighs, feeling his fingers trailing my neck and throat.

‘All of these…mine…’ he growled, talking about the hickeys.

‘Sultan, please, we can’t.’ I nearly cried, feeling how close, yet how far we were. ‘I can’t ruin our friendship.’

He sighed, dropping his face in the crook of my neck, ‘Is that what we are? Friends?’

‘Well, I’m trying but you’re making it very difficult,’ I snapped at him.

He pulled away, looking guilty, ‘Sorry.’

‘I don’t want to lose you, Sultan,’ I said softly. ‘Saying the words won’t help our case.’

He sighed, ‘Neither do I.’

It was tough.

But we managed to make it work.

As time passed, our friendship became stronger. At the same time, so did my feelings for him.

We continued bonding over drinks, food and secrets. At the same time, I continued falling for him harder.

Finally I had reached a time when I could not do without seeing him at least once in my day. Even video calls worked, but I really missed him.

Honestly, I did not know how harder I could fight this. And I saw it in his eyes too.

Our challenges were far from over though. Sultan had showed me Narmeen’s texts to him, demanding to know how he could do this to her. We laughed, but deep down I knew it was going to get ugly.

And that day finally arrived. As of this moment, I was getting fitted into a beautiful midnight blue anarkali-styled suit with my hair in a French twist and diamonds adorning my neck and ears.

It was Mujadad Durrani’s Benefit Day at Larkana.

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