'The well known, famous celebrity, Asim Sheikh whose recent movie 'Struck With Me' was a very big blockbuster isn't with us anymore. He was found brutally killed yesterday night in his apartment. The police had started investigating the case, although it is not confirmed but they are suspicious that it was Mafia's doing. Or maybe it could be the same murderer who has been killing the well known rich people since last few months. But none of its confirm yet. To know more, continue watching our news channel. We will keep you updated!'

With one gesture of his hand, the television that was on one of the wall of the gym was turned off.

Switching off the treadmill, Ramiz step down from it. With just a trouser on his body, baring his upper half. Sweats was glistening on his eight pack abs and his muscular body. He walk slowly, as he stretch his shoulders, all the while feeling three pair of suspicious gazes on him. Taking a seat right opposite them, he let out an annoyed sigh.

He snap his fingers and a second later, two maids was right by his side, washing his sweats that was on his body with a towel.

"I wasn't behind this." He stated honestly, as he met their gazes.

Tabrez who was wearing one of his expensive armani suits and was seating with one leg crossed over the other, gives him a look like he doesn't believe the words that he just said.

"You had a fight with Junaid last week. And the very next day he was found dead." Waqas who was wearing a dark black suit, matching his darkest soul, the only practical one of our group, shoots back.

"The same incident happened with Bilal." Said Yawer with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Who was wearing casual T-shirt paired with jeans, like he usually do. He was the mischievous and most fashionable one. "Atleast you should have told us, we would have joined you. It would have been more fun that way."

Waqas, Yawer, Sehrish and Tabrez were Ramiz family, on which he could rely on. They were successful billionaires in their respective fields. Just like Ramiz they were billionaire in the morning and Mafia at the night.

Waqas roamed his hand in his hair, as he let out a tired sigh. Anger flickering through his dark eyes. "This is serious, Yawer. Everyone thinks it's us, killing that shit of a people. And you know what this means." He pinches the bridge of his nose, as he paused, taking his time. "This means a war! And we can't afford a war right now."

"It wasn't me." Ramiz repeated again, this time a bit firmly. He snap his fingers again and the maids stop what they were doing and left the room. The moment they were out, he continued. "If it would be me, I wouldn't take another day to kill them. I would have kill them the very next second."

Yawer seems to be the only one that believe what he was saying. While the other two were still busy gawking at him with suspicious look. Not that it was their fault. Ramiz had quite a reputation.

"Then who is this person going around killing all the powerful and influential people?" Waqas asks, with crease between his eyebrows.

Ramiz stays silent for a moment. Thinking the same thing. The person that was going around killing them, was quite brave and smart. Letting the people know that he/she is going to be dead the next day. And killing them in the most brutal way.

"Whoever that is, seems to have no intention of stopping." Tabrez who was sitting in silence, said, his voice deep and low. "And we need to find out who that person is, before that person create more problems for us." His tone is firm, leaving no room for argument.

"Where is Sehrish?" Ramiz asked as he eyes the trio and find the fourth one missing.

"Having fun like usual." Yawer states with a grin and not before glancing at Tabrez. Who gave no reaction to him.

"How much are you going to avoid, Tabrez? If you really feel something towards her, man up and accept." Ramiz sighed, as he stated seriously. "Warna Phir Aesa Na Ho Ki Koi Aur Shakhs Sehrish Ko Tumhaare Naak Ke Niche Se Le Jaaye."

He stare up at Tabrez who leveled him with a look. As if saying to drop the topic.

"Okay, okay." He backed off. "Was just trying to put some sense into you."

"Bolne Aur Karne Mai Bohot Fark Hota Hai, Ramiz. Jab Tum Pe Bitege Jab Pata Chalega Tumhe." Tabrez says gruffly.

Sensing the tension, Waqas quickly changed the subject.

"Have you found her?"

Knowing very well, about whom Yawer was asking about, Ramiz shake his head in no. It been years since he last saw her. The picture of her in his head was slowly fading away, as the years goes on. And he can't afford that, they had too beautiful memories to forget her. He need to find her, even if takes me an eternity.

"We can always help you in finding her."

With just one look directed at him, he stopped. They had this conversation multiple times, he didn't wanted their help, not atleast he have used all of his sources. And when he had put all the efforts and still can't find her, then he will surely take their help.

"Thanks for the offer." Ramiz smiled.

"So are you going to Mr Ali's Birthday!" Yawer asked.

"Yes, I am. Anyhow I need to have this deal."

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"Ramiz." Waseem Ali headed towards us, "I hope you are enjoying the party."

"Saalgirah Mubarak Ho. Kabhi Aesa Hua Hai Ki Koi Aapki Party Mai Aaye, Aur Aish Na Kare." Ramiz said with his lips curved upwards, as he raised his glass towards Mr Ali, for cheers.

"Absolutely not." He click his glass with his.

"So when you are getting married, Mr Baig?"

"Not anytime soon." Ramiz stated, as he take a sip of the drink. "Aese Koi Mili Hi Nahi Jisse Mohabbat Ho Sake."

A laugh escapes Mr. Ali's mouth, as he shook his head and he claps him on the shoulder. "All you need to do is roam your eyes around and then you will found what you had been looking for."

Mr. Waseem Ali is a tall man in his late fifties wearing an expensive grey suit with short dark hair and glasses.

"Sher Ke Saath Sherni Hi Acchi Lagti Hain, Mr. Ali." Ramiz glass has been refilled once more, and he take another long, slow drink.

Music was playing in the background, as some couples danced in the middle of the stage.

Mr Ali gaze snapped up from Ramiz to someone behind his back. And he smiled. A genuine one.

"There she is."

"Who?"

"My special guest."

"What so special about her?" Ramiz couldn't help but ask.

"She's the daughter that I never had."

That has Ramiz attention. He glance at where Mr Ali was looking at. But when she came into sight. He froze.

Beautiful.

Only this word came to his mind, as his gaze fell on her. He was taken aback by her beauty. And couldn't help but wonder. How can a woman can be so beautiful?

Her heels hit the tile floor with a fierce click-clack. A lady around her mid twenties entered wearing lavishing plum saree. She was undoubtedly one of the gorgeous women, he ever lays his eyes on.

Her shiny brown hair is ironed perfectly straight and falls over her shoulders like a waterfall. It's so glossy that he can swear he can see his own reflection. Her smoky black eyes, her glossy red lips, her curves, the way she was carrying herself etched themselves into his brain forever.

To say he was intrigued by her would be an understatement.

Her brown hair blows softly in the wind as she continued walking in their direction. Everyone went silent. All attention diverts towards her. Unknowingly, Ramiz fist curled in a fist, as he observed how she had every man's attention to her. And he didn't like it a little bit.

"Assalamualaikum, Mr Javed. Happy Birthday." She says in a voice that matches her look; confident, powerful, in control. "I hope I am not late."

"No. You're absolutely not. As long as the party is on, one can never be late."

"Maya, meet Mr Ramiz Baig, CEO of Baig Enterprises. Mr Ramiz, Miss Maya Zaidi, CEO of Glow Up Enterprises."

Her black eyes finally lay on his, which was void of any emotion, taking him by suprise.

"Assalamualaikum, Mr Baig. It's nice to meet you." She says in her businesslike tone, although her tone says otherwise, giving away the clear message.

She's unfailingly polite, but he can't help but notice the clipped edge in her tone. She's not rude. Just direct. The kind of woman you don't want to mess with.

"Walekum Assalam. All pleasure is mine." His voice was smooth and oozed a little bit of flirtation. "Miss Zaidi." Averting her gaze from him, totally ignoring his comment, her hazel eyes went on Mr Ali.

"There is something I want to discuss with you. Can we talk in private for a moment?" Sensing urgency and seriousness, Mr Ali nodded. Both Maya and Mr Ali excuses themselves to have a conversation at the corner of the room.

Ramiz took a large gulp of the drink, as his gaze stayed on her. While Yawer, Tabrez, Waqas and Sehrish gathered around him.

"Seems like Miss Zaidi had captured your attention." Yawer grins, as he took a drink from the waiter passing by.

Ramiz couldn't deny it. He spotted her at the corner of the room with Mr. Ali. With her back to Ramiz, she was in deep conversation with Mr. Ali.

He ran a thumb along the rim of his glass and observed her in silence. His eyes roams over her features, which was spelling it's magic on him.

Maya was deep in conversation with the him and from their looks he knew they were having a serious conversation.

"For once, you are right." Ramiz drawls. He set his empty champagne glass on a nearby table, his face unreadable. "She is different. She is fire, which I would like to burn in."

"Just be careful with this one. She's quite dangerous." Sehrish who was standing beside Tabrez stated, as she observed her silently.

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Maya leans against the terrace's railing and looks toward the dark sky. Her plum saree clings to her tall curvy figure.

She looked divine as the moonlight felt on her features and curves. With the wind rustling her hair, she looked like a queen ready to fight for her people.

"Smoking ain't good for health." A masculine voice said, which didn't startle her at all. A shadow appears behind her, as moonlight fell on his masculine figure. His eyes glint, his black hair slightly messy. His masculine scent filled her nose.

"So does alcohol." She says, she looks over her shoulder, hitting him with an expressionless face. "But you didn't seem like one, who gives a damn about health."

"Seems like you already had me figure out, Miss Zaidi." A low chuckle rumbles through Ramiz's body, his teeth gleaming from his grin, as he lean on the railing and stare at her. "So what do I seem like to you?"

Her eyes take all of him, his expensive suit and shoes. She catch sight of his watch. A chunky golden Rolex. The mischievous glim in his eyes and the gun in his waistband.

She purposely took another drag to show him, she was smoking. "Rich, Arrogant, Cruel Bastard."

His eyes dance with delight, "How would you know I am cruel? Because as far as I know I didn't do something which had you think I am cruel."

"It takes one cruel person to know the other, Mr Baig."

"So are you trying to say, you are cruel?"

She lifted her chin, refusing to back down beneath the weight of his steely stare. Her eyes met his, and the air between them zaps with electricity and sexual tension.

"That's what people who came across me says."

"Ma'am!!"

Someone yelled, catching their attention. Maya and Ramiz broke their stare contest and turned. A girl in her early twenties wearing formal suit, her secretary was standing at the door that lead to terrace, she seem to be out of breath, from all the running.

Before she could utter a word, however, a gunshot ripped through the night, and chaos ensued at the party beneath.

There was another gunshot, followed by more screams.

We need to get out of here----------" Her secretary stop mid sentence, as the blood drains from her face, as a gun was placed towards her head.

A man was standing behind her pointing the gun at the secretary, which had her body stilled and her eyes widen.

Her whole life flashed in front of her eyes. As her lips wobbles, as she felt the guys hands wrapped around her waist and tugged her body closer to his.

Maya snatches the gun from Ramiz's waistband in a blink. But before the man could do anything, he was shot straight in the head and fell on the ground, dead.

She drops her cigarette on the ground, smashes it with her high heels.

"Khuda Hafiz. Umeed Karti Hu Ki Yeh Hamare Aakhri Mulaqat Hogi, Mr. Baig." She said, passing him his gun back.

With that she walked towards the girl, and said sternly, "Let's go, Jiya."

Ramiz mind whirls with the scene he just witnessed, lost between what he was actually feeling. That woman was no ordinary woman. And he was pretty much impressed by her.

'Seems like he met his match.' He smirk to himself. 'One who wasn't afraid of him. And knew very well how to use a gun.'