Owned by Billionaire

Mujtaba stopped outside a lavish bungalow—Adnan's home in Pakistan.

"Come inside, at least," Adnan offered, pushing the door open. "Sibra's going to kill me if I don't drag you in."

"No need, bhabhi's sweet but I have work. Besides, we already had dinner," Mujtaba replied.

The front door opened just then, and Sibra stepped out, dressed in black dress. 

Her eyes sparkled when she saw Mujtaba.

"Mujtaba bhai, you came all the way and won't even come inside? That's not fair!"

"I wish I could, bhabhi," he said politely. "There's still something pending back at the office."

Sibra pouted. "At least have chai?"

Mujtaba smiled faintly. "Next time, I promise you"

Sibra sighed. "Take care."

Adnan leaned down, kissed his wife's forehead, and said "Let's go inside"

They entered the house together as Mujtaba left. 

Adnan flopped onto the sofa and leaned back with a sigh. "It's been years now. I wish he'd let someone in."

Sibra smiled faintly. "Like back in university days... Remember? He was never like this."

Adnan chuckled. "Yeah. Us three were unstoppable. You, me, and him."

Their bond went way back—same university, same friend circle. Sibra had fallen for Adnan during their second semester, and Mujtaba had been the only one who knew before anyone else. He'd even helped Adnan plan the proposal.

That's why today, despite his cold demeanor and mafia reputation, Sibra still talked to him like a friend, not like some distant brother-in-law.

Back at Mujtaba's Mansion

The massive black gate slid open soundlessly as Mujtaba's car approached. Guards straightened up instantly as the car rolled in. He parked, stepped out, and handed the keys to one of the staff before making his way inside the grand mansion.

As he entered, his eyes fell on the long mahogany dining table.

His mother and father were already seated, quietly having dinner. His mother noticed him first and smiled softly."Come join us, beta."

Without a word, Mujtaba pulled out a chair and sat beside his father, who gave him a nod of acknowledgment.His mother gestured toward the maid, "Bring Mujtaba's dinner too."

But Mujtaba raised a hand gently. "No, Ammi. I already ate with Adnan at the hotel."

His father, placing his spoon down, looked up with slight surprise."Oh, so he's back?"

"Yes," Mujtaba replied calmly, sipping the water.

His mother chuckled, her eyes warm. "And he's already married now, isn't he?"Mujtaba nodded, not looking up.

She continued with a little teasing smile, "Love marriage, I heard. Beta, if you like someone too, don't keep it from us. Tell us. We won't say no."

Mujtaba paused for a moment, his fingers tightening slightly around the glass."There's nothing like that," he said curtly, brushing it off with a practiced ease.

Meanwhile...

Noor entered the house quietly. Without resting even for a second, she walked straight to the kitchen. She washed her hands, tied her dupatta tight, and began preparing dinner.By the time the food was ready, she served each plate silently. Her aunt and cousins sat and ate like royalty, barely acknowledging her presence. Once everyone had finished, she gathered the plates, scrubbing each one clean.

When it was all finally over she went back to her so called room that was actually a store room.

She closed the door softly behind her.

It was small, dimly lit, with a thin mattress on the floor, an old bookshelf, and a cracked mirror. But it was hers.

She laid out her prayer mat, adjusted her dupatta, and stood facing the Qibla.