Sahriar and Ibrahim come to Zimal, but the moment they stepped in, their eyes caught something unexpected.
A boy was standing too close to Zimal, holding her hand.
Sahriar’s expression changed instantly.
Without thinking twice, he rushed forward in anger and kicked the boy hard, sending him stumbling backward, his face turning sharply from the impact.
Zimal gasped in fear.
”Scared…” she whispered, frozen in shock.
Ibrahim quickly moved toward Zimal and gently held her hands, trying to calm her down and pull her away from the chaos.
But Sahriar was still fighting the boy, his anger completely out of control.
Zimal looked toward them and shouted,
”Sir, stop it!”
At that moment, another voice cut through the tension.
”Zaroon… why did you come back?”
Zaroon stepped forward slowly, his eyes fixed only on Zimal.
”I came back for you,” he said firmly.
Zimal’s face hardened immediately.
”You are nothing to me now.”
Zaroon stopped in front of her, his voice turning bitter.
”Do you even realize how much I suffered because of you?
And you still behave like this with me?”
Hearing this, Sahriar tried to move forward again, ready to hit him.
But Zimal quickly raised her hand, signaling him to stop.
”Please don’t,” her eyes pleaded.
Sahriar paused, but his anger didn’t fade.
Zaroon smirked slightly, his voice lowering.
”You’re mine, Zimal.”
Zimal’s eyes flashed with anger.
”Shut up.”
Zaroon sighed, shaking his head.
”Okay, madam… but this is not fair.”
Sahriar Sikander stepped forward again, his voice cold and dangerous.
”Control your tongue… or maybe I’ll cut it out.”
Zaroon turned toward him slowly, finally noticing him properly.
”Oh… Sahriar Sikander.
I know you,” he said, then looked back at Zimal.
“But she is mine.”
The moment he said that, Sahriar lost his control completely and moved forward to hit him again.
But before he could, Zimal suddenly grabbed Sahriar Sikander’s hand.
She pulled him back with surprising strength and led him outside the room.
Zaroon called after her,
”Zimal!”
She stopped for a second, turned slightly, but didn’t go back.
”Ibrahim… don’t do anything to him,” she said firmly.
Ibrahim looked at Sahriar, then at Zimal, and finally followed them outside without saying a word.
Zaroon stood there alone, watching them leave.
And silence filled the room.
Zimal looked at Sahriar and immediately her face changed.
”Why did you hit him?” she asked sharply.
Sahriar clenched his jaw.
”But he hit me too,” he replied, still angry.
Ibrahim quickly stepped closer.
”Sir, are you alright?” he asked with concern.
Sahriar only nodded.
”Hm.”
Then Zimal’s eyes fell on his hand.
”Look at your hand… it’s bleeding.”
For a moment, Sahriar’s anger faded and his voice softened.
”Sahriar Sikander… are you okay?” she asked, more carefully this time.
Ibrahim spoke again.
”Miss, I can drop you home if you want.”
Zimal shook her head immediately.
”I can go by myself.
I’ll take Zaroon with me.
You both can go.”
Sahriar’s expression darkened.
”No need.
I can teach him a lesson.”
Zimal’s tone turned strict.
”You will do nothing to him.
Got it?”
Just then, Zaroon stepped out.
Without waiting, Zimal turned and walked with him.
Soon, Zimal and Zaroon sat in the car and left.
Sahriar watched them go, his jaw tight.
Then suddenly he shouted loudly,
Ibrahim looked at him carefully.
”Sir… I think I’ve seen him before.”
Sahriar narrowed his eyes.
”In that picture… with Zimal?”
Ibrahim nodded.
”Yes… you’re right.
So what will you do now?”
Sahriar’s voice dropped cold and dangerous.
”I will kill him.”
At another place, Zimal stood with Afifa in front of Zaroon.
Afifa frowned.
”Why did you come back?”
Zaroon looked at her.
”You are also asking me the same thing?”
Zimal’s voice was tired.
”Please leave me alone.”
Zaroon sighed.
”I already told you… we are just friends.
I know you don’t like me like that, so I accepted it.
Don’t worry.”
Zimal looked at him sharply.
”Then why did you come back?”
”Because I wanted to meet you,” Zaroon replied simply.
Afifa stepped forward angrily.
”What an entry… are you kidnapping her?”
Zimal muttered under her breath.
”Idiot… don’t show your face to me again.”
Afifa added,
”Okay, now get lost.”
Zaroon frowned.
”Behave.”
Zimal raised her voice.
”Get lost from here!”
Zaroon finally sighed and turned away.
”Okay… but I need you.”
Zimal didn’t even look at him.
”Get lost.”
Zaroon stopped for a moment.
”What about my wound?
My hand is still hurting…”
Zimal pointed toward the door.
”Out.
Now.”
Zaroon finally left.
After he was gone, Afifa turned to Zimal.
”Are you okay?”
Zimal didn’t answer properly.
”I… I’m okay… but Sir Sahriar’s hand was bleeding.”
Afifa sighed.
”Uff…”
At that moment Ibrahim called her.
”Are you okay?”
Zimal replied softly.
”Yes… I’m okay.
What about Sir Sahriar?”
Ibrahim answered,
”Yes, his hand is still injured.”
Zimal quickly said,
”Okay… take care of him,” and cut the call.
On the other side, Sahriar was sitting while Ibrahim tried to treat his wound.
But Sahriar suddenly froze when he remembered Zimal touching his hand.
”Hm… her hand was so soft,” he muttered under his breath.
Ibrahim looked at him confused.
”Sir, please take medicine for your wound.”
Sahriar didn’t even listen properly.
”But she touched me… on that hand… how can I even look at this wound now?”
Ibrahim sighed helplessly.
”Are you crazy?”
Sahriar shot him a cold look.
”Behave.”
Ibrahim shook his head.
”Sir, please… your wound is serious.
You are bleeding a lot.” This chapter is updated first at g.com.
Sahriar’s eyes were still burning with anger.
”That Zaroon… he held her hand,” he said coldly.
“I swear I’ll cut that hand.”
Ibrahim quickly tried to calm him.
”I’ll take care of him.
You don’t worry.
Please just put medicine on your wound.”
Sahriar refused instantly.
”No, Ibrahim.”
”Yes, sir,” Ibrahim replied helplessly.
Meanwhile, Zaroon had already left, but tension still filled the air.
At another moment, Zaroon appeared again, standing in front of Sahriar with a smug expression.
”So, Mr.
Sahriar… I heard you’re crazy about my Zimal,” he said mockingly.
Sahriar Sikander’s eyes turned sharp.
”You’re the one who is crazy.
You’re calling her ‘mine’ when she doesn’t even want to go back to you.”
Ibrahim stepped forward angrily.
”You want to die?”
Zaroon smirked.
”You both can’t do anything to me.
I’m sure she told you not to hurt me… because she still loves me.”
Sahriar snapped instantly.
”Shut up.”
Zaroon laughed lightly.
”You yelling won’t work on me.
I will take her with me.
And you’ll be left with nothing.
So don’t waste your time.”
Ibrahim shouted,
”Get out!”
Zaroon adjusted his coat calmly.
”Okay, I’m leaving… but remember, Zimal doesn’t want this.
Because she still loves me.”
Sahriar moved forward angrily to hit him—
But Ibrahim quickly stopped him.
Zaroon gave Sahriar a hard punch instead.
Ibrahim reacted instantly.
”Hey!”
Zaroon smirked.
”Control yourself, sir.”
Then he turned and walked away.
Sahriar stood there, breathing heavily.
Strangely… a faint blush appeared on his face—not from happiness, but from frustration and confusion.
Ibrahim looked at him carefully.
”Sir, are you okay?”
Sahriar looked away.
”Look at his condition… not even a scratch on him.
That means Zimal doesn’t love him.”
Ibrahim sighed.
”I think I’m losing my mind dealing with all of you.”
The next day, Sahriar arrived at Zimal’s office.
Zimal looked up in surprise.
”Sir… you are here?”
”I had some work here,” Sahriar replied calmly.
Then his eyes dropped to her hand.
”You didn’t take care of your wound.”
Zimal immediately took him to the meeting room and brought a first aid box.
She sat beside him and gently started cleaning his wound.
”Who cares less about yourself, sir?” she said softly.
Sahriar just watched her… quietly smiling, his eyes full of warmth.
Zimal applied medicine carefully.
”Okay, done… but sir, please take your medicine on time.”
”Okay,” he replied softly.
Just then, the door opened.
Zaroon walked in.
”Zimal… my hand also needs you,” he said casually.
Zimal’s expression turned cold.
”What are you doing here?”
Zaroon smiled.
”Miss Zimal, it’s my company.
I’m the CEO here.
So why are you asking this question?”
Silence filled the room again…