A career-driven girl, content in her life with close friends and family, finds herself entangled with a stoic billionaire lacking love . Read to know what happens as they enter a marriage of convenience
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As the first light of dawn creeps over the horizon, casting a soft glow on the empty streets, I lace up my running shoes and step out into the crisp morning air. Consistency. It's the mantra that echoes in my mind as I embark on my daily ritual, the key to unlocking the secrets of accomplishment.
With each stride, I push myself forward, my muscles warming with exertion as I settle into a steady rhythm. The world around me is still asleep, wrapped in the quiet embrace of the early hours. It's just me and the open road, a solitary figure moving with purpose through the silent landscape.
Returning home, I gulp down a glass of fresh juice, the tangy sweetness a reward for my efforts. Then, under the warm spray of the shower, I let the water take away all the frustration of mine with itself. Why did I call her mine? Wasn't I in my senses? Why is my life getting this confused? Sometimes I want her and sometimes I want to distant myself from her. I used to be a clear minded person, but now I'm not even sure of my actions the next minute.
Maybe it's the effect of her healing the old wounds through her embrace? Maybe it's because she witnessed those part of mine I always masked from this world or I'm getting attracted to her? I do agree I've been attracted to Tanzeela since the day she stepped into my office but calling her mine was a bit too sentimental wasn't it?
Keeping my thoughts aside, I got ready and hit the road for my office.
As the guards push open the office doors for me I'm welcomed with the familiar scent of polish wood. All the slow murmurs, and hustle bustle comes to an end when they Senses my arrival.
Something feels different today, as I make my way through the cooridors I can feel the undercurrent of tension in the air. Besides why is tanzeela not here?
Stepping into my personal office, I'm greeted by the anxious gazes of my pr team and the raging aura of Azlan. What is he doing in my office? Sensing my state Azlan begins "have you checked your phone?" He asks, his voice low and grunt "No" I bluntly answer "why?" The PR team exchanges gazes, their silence conveying to me that whatever their news is it isn't pleasing.
"Some anonymous website leaked your photos that triggered the topic of you and Tanzeela Ali are dating" a pain flickers in my chest "their are extremely pathetic allegations against her that she's using you for your money" each word hitting me like a punch to the gut Rumours, speculation, accusations and Tanzeela.
I sink in my chair trying to process this sudden transformation in my day. "I'll have all those pictures and rumours scrubbed from the internet in no time I just require 20 minutes" Azlan assures which I already am aware of he'll do it in less than 20 minutes. "But this isn't ideal sir" one of them says her voice is heavy with worry "not with our project on horizon" I ignore her words my thoughts consumed by Tanzeela. Is she fine? How is she coping with all this? The concern sits heavy on my shoulders, distracting me from the urgency of the situation.
