Shadowed Thrones- The return of the dragon

Once upon a time, Amyra was almost dead

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"My name is Zain," he introduced himself, his voice barely hiding the guilt he felt. Ashar watched him for a moment, noting the distress written across Zain's face.

"This whole mess is my fault," Zain admitted, his voice subdued.

Ashar's gaze softened. "Poor guy," he thought. But aloud, he offered, "I hope the girl's okay and forgives you. She could sue you, you know," he added with a shrug.

"Honestly? I hope she does. That might be easier than facing her. She could have died." Zain ran a hand through his hair, his fingers massaging his scalp as if to alleviate the mounting headache.

Ashar tried to offer some reassurance. "She'll be fine. Don't worry."

Just then, Aahil appeared, his face alight with relief. "Zain, come quickly! She's awake!" Without a second to spare, Zain dashed inside, his heart pounding. There lay Amyra, her face frail and cheeks bandaged, struggling to open her eyes as she gazed up at the ceiling.

"Amyra?" Aahil whispered, his voice tender. Slowly, she turned her head to look at him, her expression pained.

"I missed the meeting, Dad," she murmured, the effort of even sighing causing her discomfort.

Ashar stared in disbelief. She'd barely escaped with her life, and her first thought was about a missed meeting. Just how driven was this girl?

Aahil nodded, determined. "And you're going to miss every meeting until you're as healthy as a horse." He moved to her bedside, gently taking her hand. "You gave me a scare there, kitten."

Amyra tried to smile, her lips curling weakly. "Oh, Dad, don't fuss. I'm fine. Where's that buffoon, anyway?"

Zain stood off to the side, looking as if he wanted to disappear into the wall. "I'm...sorry," he whispered, his words barely audible.

Amyra shot him a mock-glare, a spark of her usual fire shining through her exhaustion. "Just wait until I get up, Zain," she warned. Then her gaze shifted to the stranger beside him.

"And who's this?" she asked, curiosity momentarily overtaking her discomfort.

Aahil blinked, realizing he'd neglected introductions. "Ah, this is Ashar Aarez. He saved you. Pulled you out of the car just in time—the car was on fire."

Ashar gave a small nod, looking a bit sheepish. "Hi. I hope you recover quickly."

Amyra studied him, noticing the stains of dried blood on his shirt—her blood. Despite the situation, she gave him a weary smile.

"Actually," Ashar continued, looking down, "I owe you an apology. The accident happened because I drove on the wrong side. I—I'm sorry."

Amyra regarded him quietly, her expression unreadable. "Thank you," she said, her voice soft, "for saving me. Honestly, though, this accident was inevitable with a friend like him around." She shot a pointed look at Zain, who cringed at her words.

"Seriously, Zain," she went on, her tone frustrated, "why did you even come to India? To make my life miserable? And what could possibly have been so urgent that you needed a car that early?"

Zain's gaze remained fixed on the floor, his guilt etched into every line of his face.

"Just keep standing there, looking like a fool," she snapped.

At that, Zain sighed. "You're getting married, Amyra. How could I miss that?"

Amyra rolled her eyes, wincing as her cheeks throbbed. "Oh, fantastic. So you came to stop me from getting married. Well, congratulations. It looks like that's not happening anytime soon."

Ashar watched the exchange in amazement. For someone fresh out of a life-threatening accident, she certainly had energy to spare.

Feeling a bit out of place, he cleared his throat. "I should get going."

Zain immediately jumped at the chance to escape. "I'll come with you." He cast a last, apologetic look at Amyra before following Ashar out.

Aahil gave Ashar a grateful smile. "Thank you for everything, Ashar. Maybe we could have dinner sometime? Why don't you give Zain your number?"

Ashar hesitated, smiling politely. "Sure, sir," he replied. But inwardly, he was less certain. Now that he recognized Aahil Shahzeb as the chairperson of Shahzeb Enterprises—and Amyra as the company's CEO—he realized this event would make headlines for days. The last thing he wanted was to be pulled into the whirlwind of media attention that would follow.