𝐂𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐕𝐨𝐰𝐬

Prologue

“Pl-please, sir… I’ll do wh-whatever you say.”

The young girl, Aamirah, stood trembling before him. She was dressed in a simple black suit, her dupatta neatly settled over her head, hiding her hair almost completely. Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded in front of this beast of a man, the one who seemed to have no heart at all. He was selfish and arrogant to the point that even Satan would fall behind him in those traits.

“Whatever?” Osman, raising an eyebrow as his sharp gaze settled on the fragile woman standing before him. She was shivering, trying desperately to hold herself together.

“Y-yes, sir… please,” Aamirah replied, her eyes fixed on the floor. “Just this once, help my father. None of the hospitals are willing to take his case. I-I will do whatever you say.”

The tears she had been trying so hard to suppress flowed freely now, like an unending river. It was painfully clear to Osman that she had been crying for hours. Aamirah looked vulnerable, so broken that she hated herself in that moment. But she had no choice. She had to be strong, if not for her parents, then for her younger sister, who was barely twelve years old.

“Salem,” Osman spoke coldly, his eyes never leaving the girl, “tell our medical branch to take care of Mr. Hamad’s case immediately.”

Aamirah let out a shaky breath as he gestured for her to sit on the sofa. She obeyed silently, still crying, her gaze never lifting. Osman already knew one thing for certain, he would marry this girl.

His son, Mohammed, was extremely picky. After the death of his wife, Zuhra, Osman had hired many nannies and caretakers, but none of them were trustworthy enough. He could not leave his child with just anyone, not for even a moment. Mohammed was the only heir of the Al Syed family after the recent assassination attempt, and his safety was everything.

But this girl, this fragile, broken woman, there was something about the way she cared for his son that gave him hope. Hope that his child will be safe. The world knew Osman as a beast, but the moment he held Mohammed in his arms, something inside him shifted. That feeling was indescribable.

This marriage would be purely out of convenience. He would give her everything she needed, and in return, she would take care of his son. He was not some college boy chasing love stories, he didn’t give a damn whether this girl was beautiful or not. The only thing that mattered was his child.

“Thank y..” Before Aamirah could finish, Osman interrupted.

“I’m not doing this out of generosity,” he said flatly. “Tomorrow, you will marry me.”

He continued his work as he spoke, placing his gun on the desk, an unmistakable warning that refusal was not an option.

“K-kya? Kyun… par..?”
(What? Why… but..?)

Aamirah whispered in pure horror as she lifted her hazel eyes to meet his light brown ones. This had to be a nightmare. How can I marry him? What about my family? her mind screamed. “Did you say something, girl?”
Osman grumbled, clearly irritated.

He knew his presence intimidated people—but this woman couldn’t even form a proper sentence. And nothing annoyed him more than wasted time.

“J-ji… main-main kaise? Aap..”
(H-how can I? You..)

Aamirah whispered, silently reciting Ayat-ul-Kursi in her mind. Osman had enough. He raised his phone, dialing Salem. “Salem, stop Mr. Ham...”

“No!” Aamirah shook her head frantically, standing up in a heartbeat. “Please, ruk jaiye. Mera woh matlab nahi tha.”
(No, please stop. That’s not what I meant.)

She couldn’t lose this chance. She couldn’t gamble with her father’s life. Whatever this man demanded, she had to listen, calmly, carefully. Osman’s eyes darkened at the woman’s sudden audacity.

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