" 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲"
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𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐲𝐞𝐝 :
a billionaire with insomnia.
something's happened to the sunshine guy in the past 2 years that left him with a...
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— ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧ Rayyan's Pov :
As I was beating Kamil to a pulp, he was doing the same to me. I landed a hard punch straight on his face, and blood gushed out from his lips. At the same time, he punched me back with equal force, causing my nose to bleed.
"You bastard, you're going to beg on your knees for Sehmat to forgive you for everything you did by eloping." I hissed while wiping my bloodied nose.
" I fucking am not going to do that" he roared back at me while grazing his finger on his wound.
Anger surged even more within me at his audacity. I grabbed him by his collar and fiercely hit him by bumping my head against his while glaring daggers at him.
"Okay, stop, brat. I will ask for forgiveness, and after that, you and Sehmat should get off our back, got it?" He made a deal, and without thinking for a second, I agreed because all I wanted was for him to beg on his knees for what he did to my wife.
"Sehmat," I snapped my head to call her, and my eyes roamed everywhere, but I couldn't find her. My heart started racing as I ran towards the car where she was standing a while ago.
I even checked inside and all around, pacing back and forth. Fear started to consume me as I couldn't locate her anywhere, my heart beating at an abnormal speed.
"Nimra?" Kamil's concerned voice filled my ears as he began searching for his wife, who was also present, but I didn't really see her as I was too focused on dealing with this situation.
We both searched frantically for our respective wives, but they were nowhere to be found. I then realized I should call her, so I dialed Sehmat's number.
Her phone rang, momentarily easing my heart, until I saw Kamil on the ground, holding a phone. I hurried towards him with my phone to my ear, anxiety gnawing at my stomach.
"I think it's Sehmat's," Kamil handed me the phone, and as I glanced at the caller ID showing 'My Rude Husband,' I was unsure whether to find it cute and smile or feel guilty about it.
It was indeed Sehmat's phone.
"I think they're in danger, I think they're kidnapped" kamil informed worriedly.
My jaw clenched, teeth gritted as I hissed, " They were kidnapped right in front of us, but we couldn't see." I tightened my grip on her phone so much that I felt like I could crush and crumble it.
" I know where they can be, if it's about kidnapping and that too the both of them" kamil informed and I felt the urge to strangle him to death because my suspicion was on him.
