Don't give up on me.

SEVENTEENTH

Johum was worn out after eight hours of function. She just wanted to go home and sleep on her bed, she also wished for it to be a dream but she knew it was reality. Zayan had done nothing other than standing, sitting or walking by her side all day and now at night as well. He was talking to people, accepting the congratulations with a polite smile and even talked to her family - charming them beyond words.

But now, her feet hurt and her eyes were closing on their own from exhaustion. She had backache as well and she wanted all of this to be over. At one point during the night, Johum didn't even care that he was the man who forced her in to something she never wanted, whom she hated and was supposed to be angry at him. She was so tired that she didn't bother lifting her head up when it fell against his shoulder and her eyes closed.

Of course she was aware of her surroundings, she just chose not to pay any attention to the name of the person she was leaning on. She also noticed the way he tensed. She needed it to be over. She let out a sigh as she heard a voice approaching them.

"I think it's time for us to leave." The voice came from above her and she realized that Zayan was speaking.

"Are you sure? She looks tired, maybe you both should come with us." It was Murat speaking. Zayan's hand tightened around her waist.

"Don't worry, I'll drop her off after a few hours. She needs to see something." She was too tired to frown.

"Okay, alright. Just take care."

"Sure."

"Za'ir left a while ago so I'm not sure if you have a car. Do you need one?" Murat offered. Thank God Za'ir had left an hour ago. Johum felt more at ease after he left.

"No, I did bring my own. We'll be leaving now." She felt the shuffling under her ear and realized that his shoulder was moving as he adjusted her. Johum's tired eyes flew open and she blinked at him. One of his arm was around her shoulder and he was crouched down a little as his eyes intensely looked at her. He was going to pick her up thinking that she might have been sleeping.

She stepped back and looked around the hall, a few people were left only. Faris Helmy was talking to her father along with his wife, some of the family members were left and few waiters.

"Where are we going?" She asked, blinking heavily at him, "I want to sleep." She looked in his eyes. He removed his arms from her body and slipped them inside his pockets.

"Somewhere, come." He grabbed her hand and dragged her outside. Johum sighed in annoyance and followed him reluctantly. He was just too irritating and she wanted to ignore the fact that they were related now. She sulked all the way to the parking but was surprised when he stopped in front of Murat's car. She looked up at him.

"Are we taking this car?" He looked at her and shook his head. Even after giving her the answer with the shake of his head, he kept looking at her. By the look on his face, it seemed like his mind was elsewhere but he was indeed thinking about something related to her. Without further delay, he blinked and turned towards the car. Zayan opened the door and leaned in, he opened the dashboard and pulled out something before shutting the door.

"Here." He grabbed her hand and slipped the ring on her finger. 

"Oh." She raised her brows at it.

"Don't take it off. It's a tracker basically so I will know where you are all the time." Not creepy at all, she mused.

"But, I am with you now." She mumbled, a scowl morphing her lips.

"Everything isn't rainbows and sunshines princess, you are now a part of dark side of world. Be careful." She shivered at his comment and bit her lip as he guided her towards another car, which happened to be a sleek black BMW. He sure loved black.