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The previously bustling hall quieted down as Arzal made his entrance, exuding an aura of power, wealth, and authority. Women couldn't help but be captivated by his presence, while a few envious glances from men lingered in the air.
Arzal Malik was, after all, one of a kind.

In the hushed atmosphere, some curious eyes turned towards Emaan, who was slightly shaking because of the unwanted attention.

A middle-aged man approached Arza and greeted him warmly, saying, "Mr. Malik, it's a genuine pleasure to have you here."

As the music resumed, guests returned to their activities. Arzal engaged himself in conversations with some powerful-looking men, leaving Emaan seated with a stern warning.  "Jaana, don't talk to anyone. Stay where you are. If you need anything, just ask me. Remain within my sight. Do not wander anywhere, understood?"

"Yes," she quietly replied.

Emaan observed the hall with her large, curious eyes. There were hundreds of people in there. Everyone adorned themselves in lavish, expensive clothing, chatting and sipping drinks with confidence.

As her gaze wandered, it fixed on the macarons adorning a table a bit away. A slight growl emanated from her stomach; she hadn't eaten anything all day. The tempting sight of those macarons made her hunger more noticeable.

Emaan looked towards Arzal whose gaze was already on her while engrossed in a conversation.
She gestured towards the table, as if seeking permission to go there. Arzal responded with a subtle nod, accompanied by a nearly imperceptible smile.

Joyfully, she made her way to the table and selected a tempting chocolate hazelnut macaron. She looked at Arzal once more to ask him before permission before eating that who nodded his head. Bringing it to her lips, she took a small, delightful bite, closing her eyes to fully savor the rich flavor. Her love for macarons knew no bounds. She tasted new flavors she'd never tried before.

Arzal observed her with a subtle smile playing on his lips. Amidst women absorbed in drinking and showcasing their sugar daddy's wealth. Emaan stood out, radiating happiness simply by enjoying her favorite cookies.

Having satisfied her hunger, Emaan returned to her seat, she grabbed a glass of water from a passing server. While sipping it, a young woman approached, donned in a lavish black short dress with bold makeup, that made Emaan feel a bit uneasy about her own appearance.

"Hey, did you come with Arzal?" the woman inquired.

"I-uh... yes."

"So, you're his mistress."

Taken aback, Emaan felt a wave of humiliation. "I-no... I'm his fiancée," she stammered, extending her hand to display the engagement ring.

The woman laughed scornfully. "Nice joke. Arzal Malik would never consider being with a lowlife like you."

"What is even your status?" Persistently insulting her, the woman continued, and Emaan felt tears welling up. She scanned the hall, desperately searching for Arzal, but he was nowhere to be found.

"You can have fun with him, but he will marry me only." With a smirk, she left from there.

Trying to hold back tears, Emaan shifted her focus to fond memories with her family, attempting to distract herself from the hurtful encounter. As she reminisced about happy times, the warmth of those moments provided a comforting refuge, momentarily easing the emotional turmoil.

Emaan went to the restroom and did her business. As she was about to exit, someone abruptly pushed her back inside.

She let out a surprised squeal as she quickly stepped back, finding herself face to face with an unfamiliar young man.

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