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Rehen Arora, a beautiful, selfless, yet strong willed woman returns home to find the passing of her father, leaving her not with a sizeable inheritance but a last wish.
To marry his best f...
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Chapter 5: His Abode
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"Simba, I don't agree with this figure, the property is worth triple. Tell them to change or else I will get this deal the other way, Omar screamed in displeasure, cutting the phone, while sitting in the driver's seat as Raheem placed the suitcases in the boot.
"Where are we going?" Rehen asked while fastening her seat belt as she sat in the luxury black leather seat of the plush convertible car, after bidding Abbu and Ammi farewell.
"My Abode" he growled glaring at her as his voice was now dark and angry. He started the car and drove on the road. A long silence fell on them as he looked back at the road while his jaw stiffened, muttering some proficiency under his breath, his hand brushing his hair as a deep worried look had taken over his face. What was up with him, definitely diagnosed with bipolar.
However there was no other conversation between them, somebody's mood was certainly off. He continued to drive in silence, now through a deserted road, there were a large number of trees passing by from the window like a blur that the time had gone, but not a single person could be seen.
"Are you okay?" Rehen asked nervously.
The ringing of a phone had snapped him out of his silence trance as he picked it up and his face was neutral of any emotion.
With each word the large man in front of her gripped onto the steering wheel tightly as his face became hard filled with rage, making the petite girl fear for her life as he throttled the car with full force. Rehen wrapped herself in a long silky shawl securely, the chilled air and wind blew through the open roof car with a powerful force that her hair beat her face and blew above her head, as the goose bumps formed on her skin.
"I don't care his voice boomed, find out every single detail, once you have found the man, torture him for the next 24 hours, I need to know the reason why that fucking bastard has betrayed me," Omar temper flared as he banged his hand against steering wheel. "Anyone who crosses with me in the wrong way, pays with their life or with their dear one's lives- no exception".
"The Italian's have got away with this shit for so long, the crates have been stolen in our own compound by our own fucking men, a traitor, I want you to find out who did this, torture him, if you have to but don't kill him yet, he is gonna bleed in pain till his last breath. I never offer anyone mercy, it's not in my blood!" The anger that took over his body was indescribable.
Rehen's brain had mentally shut down, there was a glisten of sweat on her forehead, her eyes stood out of her socket as if someone was coming to deliver the fatal blow. Those words were so out of character, so far from what she knew about him, a devil.. But this man was talking about cold blood murder, her brain formulated no thoughts other than to register that she was in shock and shit scared and didn't know who this stranger really was. Is it true Omar Khan is cruellest as the rumours told her?
