𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈 [Completed]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑-1

He stepped out of his jet at Dubai Airport, dressed in a simple white polo shirt and jeans. His hair was messy, and his commanding aura was unmistakable. The guards opened the doors of the Range Rover, and one of his trusted men provided him with details, to which he listened with a stoic expression, gazing into the distance.

The car came to a halt outside a house, and a guard swiftly opened the doors. He strode out and entered the house with purposeful steps. A female servant approached him and said, "Sir, she is in her room and regained consciousness a few minutes ago."

He nodded and proceeded in the direction pointed out by the servant. Knocking on the door to announce his presence, he entered the room.

As soon as she saw a man, fear gripped her, causing her to crawl onto the bed.
"Relax, angel, it's me, Jahan, your cousin. Remember?"

"Haan?" she hesitantly confirmed.

"Yes, Haan," he replied, offering a reassuring smile.

"Haan, Mom and Dad... they left me all alone," she uttered, reaching out for him. He enveloped her in his arms, attempting to console her.

"Hush, relax. You are not alone, hm?" he whispered gently.

She glanced up from his chest and nodded slightly. He wiped away her tears with his thumb and handed her a glass of water.

"Rest now, and then we will go to Pakistan. You don't have to worry about anything," he spoke with polite tenderness, as if addressing a child. Helping her lie down, he covered her with a quilt before leaving the room.

"Take care of her," he ordered a servant in his usual cold tone.

He is Jahan Haider Shah, a man who is hard to crack, one who issues commands and speaks very little. If anyone sees him conversing with a girl, with sweetness and politeness.A shock for them. However, she is special to him. She is Alizey Rehman Shah, his innocent angel.

Yesterday, the Shah family received news in Pakistan about the tragic accident that took the lives of their younger son and daughter-in-law. They have one daughter, 18 years old, who was living with her parents in Dubai. As she was now alone, Jahan, the elder grandson of the Shah family, traveled to Dubai to bring her back to Pakistan.

Entering his uncle's study, he settled into the leather chair, closed his eyes, and leaned his head back. Memories flooded his mind of the day when she was born, a little girl swaddled in a pink fluffy towel. He had only glimpsed her for a second on a video call. The second time he saw her was three years ago, during a business meeting that led to an unexpected dinner with her family. Since then, she had begun to carve a place in his heart, despite their limited conversations. She had given him the name "Haan." Now, here she was, in his arms, all grown up into a beautiful young girl, and he realized that he might have fallen for her. She was the first girl to stir such emotions within him and occupy his thoughts. Pushing aside his musings for a moment, he refocused his attention on his work.

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