Maaz was fast asleep when he felt someone standing beside him. Slowly, he opened his eyes and was shocked to see Anaya standing next to the bed. He gasped and propped up.

'Are you mad? You scared me, Miss. Hasan.' He scolded.

Anaya smiled and sat beside him, he blinked at her. She smiled and moved her hand, placing her finger on his lips.

'Sir, how many times should I tell you? It is Hussain, not Hasan.' She said and shifted closer. Maaz gulped and moved back. She kept looking into his eyes, a seductive smile on her lips.

He eyed her lips briefly and gulped noticing water droplets on her lips, cheeks. His gaze followed a water-drop that trickled down her jaw to her throat. Anaya shifted placing her hand behind his head. They looked into each other eyes. It was then, Maaz realized she was still dressed in a drenched white shirt and skirt. His eyes slipped to her cleavage peeking from inside her shirt. He lowered his gaze and eyed her lavender bra that was visible clearly from behind the wet transparent shirt. He looked up into her eyes. She inhaled sharply as she placed her palm on his bare shoulder.

'I admit I hated you when I first saw. But tonight, after seeing you I can't control myself. You have such awesome physique.' She complimented him and licked her lips. Maaz smiled with pride and moved his arm. She blushed as he held her waist and pulled her closer.

'Trust me, I didn't like you either, but I think I can change my mind about you.' He tilted his head and admired her. She kept eyes lowered, her cheeks crimson red. Maaz held her waist with his other arm as well. She gasped as very swiftly picked her and dropped her on the bed beside him. He came over her and gazed into her eyes.

'It must be terrible being stuck in wet clothes, right?' – He asked, and she nodded with a cute pout, he smiled naughtily, - 'Then, let me free you from it.' A mischievous glint in his eyes. Anaya flushed and closed her eyes. He kept admiring her as he unbuttoned the first button of her shirt. Then next, and next and....

Maaz felt uncomfortable and his eyes sprung open. He stared blankly at the ceiling. His breathing had increased. He propped little on his elbow and groaned feeling uncomfortable. He rubbed his face with his palms and took a moment to himself before climbing down the bed and walking towards the bathroom. He couldn't believe he had a wet dream about a geeky secretary. This shocked him. Maaz washed his face a couple of times and looked at his reflection.

'What the hell is wrong with you, Maaz Ali?' – He paused for a while and looked away, - 'But tonight, she looked very hot.' He thought and then smiled to himself. Then, he wiped his face with a hand-towel hanging beside the mirror cabinet and walked out of the bathroom. He slept with a broad smile on his face.

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Anaya shifted in her place as she felt sunlight hit her face. She winced holding the back of her neck. She steered and felt her leg fall off the sofa. Then, she realized she was cramped on the double sofa.

'Argh!' She sat up, moved her hands and covered her face with her palms. A moment later, she got up. She adjusted her loose ponytail and yawned covering her mouth with the back of her palm. She was about to open the door but paused right on time. Recollecting last night send a shiver down her spine and quickly she retracted her hand. She gulped softly and cleared her throat. Hesitating for a moment she knocked on the door with her knuckles. There was no response. She shifted on spot and knocked again. Still no response. She raised her hand but before she could knock for the third time there was a door-bell. She frowned and turned around.

Anaya scratched the back of her head and yawned repeatedly as she walked towards the main door. She opened the door and her eyes widened upon seeing her parents on the other side. She was numb as they greeted her, her mother hugged her, and they walked past her. She came out of shock only when she heard her mother's stern voice.

'What is a man's clothes and underwear doing on your dryer.'

Anaya gulped and turned around. Her mother was looking curiously at her while her father had begun fuming. His piercing gaze made Anaya tremble with fear.

'Check her room.' Her father said strictly. His deadly glared fixed on Anaya.

Oh No, shit! Ma please don't go into my room – Anaya wanted to scream but her voice was lost, her throat parched, and her feet rooted to the ground. As her mother walked towards the room, she simply hung her head in shame. Still, she could feel her father's gaze on her. There was a deadly silence that was punctured by her mother's loud shriek. Alarmed both father and daughter looked towards the door.

Maaz was fast asleep until he heard a woman's awful ear-splitting squeal. He sat up straight on the bed and realized he was naked, but thankfully he was covered waist-down. Quickly he wrapped the blanket around and stood up. He looked at the woman, who looked so pale as though she will faint any minute. To add to the embarrassment, Anaya and a man entered the room. He looked at Maaz from top to bottom while Anaya slapped her forehead.

'What the ****? Who are you and what are you doing in my daughter's room—that too—naked?' Mr. Hussain growled. Maaz flinched but maintained a straight face. Anaya took a step but before she could speak Mr. Hussain raised his palm and she quietened instantly. She gulped and retracted her step.

Maaz's eyes darted from Mr. Hussain to Anaya and then stopped at Mr. Hussain, - 'I am—I am – err—um—your daughter's boyfriend.' He blurted out and Anaya's jaw dropped, eyes widened. He gave a what-else-to-say look and looked back at Mr. Hussain. Judging by his expressions, Maaz realized it was a bad idea.

Shit!

'What the hell? How dare you?' Mr. Hussain roared. Anaya and her mother flinched while Maaz gulped. He thought for a millisecond before answering,

'Why are you screaming your heads off at me? Ask your daughter.' He pointed towards Anaya. She had turned pale and her skin cold. Maaz was relieved when Mr. Hussain turned his gaze to his daughter.

'ANAYA!' He screamed. Anaya shuddered, her head lowered. Her voice was lost. Mr. Hussain charged towards her and raised his arm but before he could slap her Mrs. Hussain interrupted her.

'Please not now.' She pleaded. Anaya broke down to tears. Maaz felt terribly guilty and so he added.

'It is not what it-'

'Shut up before I-'

Mr. Hussain's words angered Maaz and very rudely he interrupted him, - 'Mind your language. You are her father that is why I was tolerating you,' – Anaya looked wide-eyed at him, Maaz continued staring bravely into Mr. Hussain's eyes, - 'I am Maaz Nawab Ali, son of billionaire Rashid Nawab Ali. So, think twice before messing with me.' He spoke sternly.

Mr. Hussain was taken aback by his tone and didn't argue back. Maaz shot a glare at him before gathering the duvet and walking out of the room. As he passed by Anaya, his shoulder accidentally hit her, and she thought he did it on purpose, everything that he did now was on purpose. She clenched her fists tightly.

When Maaz came back, he found the trio were still standing in the room; a perfect silence. He shrugged and walked into the bathroom. Minutes later he stepped out, fully dressed. Anaya turned and glared at him. Her eyes were red and moist. Maaz looked away and quietly left the room. After he had left, Mrs. Hussain dropped on the bed. She was still shocked and so was Mr. Hussain. Anaya looked back at her father and cautiously took a step. She gulped softly and opened her mouth, her voice coming out hoarse and it quivered, - 'Papa-' He turned swiftly, and she froze swallowing her words. He looked angrily at his wife.

'See your daughter has gone rogue. She has a boyfriend and they,' – He looked away disgusted, Anaya bit her lip, - 'This is why she was not happy marrying Sheeraz who is such a perfect gentleman.' – He paused placing his palms on his hips, - 'Now, I must do something. Enough is enough.' He spoke determinedly. Anaya feared the worst but unlike always she wasn't beaten by him for defying him. That was a little relief.