His Imposed Wife

Chapter No 87

He was driving while his hands were tightened on the steering. He moved his fingers in his hair. He was completely not ready for this. He was not prepared for messes. Suddenly, his phone rang and Kristen came out of his senses. He answered the call and as it was connected to the car's Bluetooth, the voice echoed inside the car. 

"What Max?" he asked, annoyed. 

"Your assignment is ready and you have to leave by tonight," said Max from the other side. 

He bite his lower lips. 

"Max, I am not doing it," he said. 

There was silent for a moment. He was staring at the road. It was 3:12 am in the morning and he was driving. 

"You have to," said Max, coldly. 

He looked at phone with cold eyes. His green eyes were furious but cold. 

"You know who you are talking to. When I say I am not doing it I won't do it," he said, clenching his teeth. 

He heard Max taking deep breath. 

"I already told boss that I am not going to convience you but he did not listen to me. Listen Kristen, you have no other choice this time. You have to go there and look into the matter," said Max, slightly irritated because he knew even if star and moon collied Kristen would not change his words. 

"You have to do it, if you want to know the truth behind that case," Max added putting pressure in his words. Kristen took a deep breath and hang up which was 'his kind of yes'. 

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She got in the hospital and found this place very odd and dark. She was still cursing Roman because she was there because of him. He left her all alone. He snatched everything she ever had and even killed the most loving person in her life. He snatched everything from her and still she was unable to know why? Why he did that to her? What was her fault? She looked at the tall building ahead  and then walked ahead. There was glass door. The security cameras were on the top of the door. She took a deep breath and pressed the button. A voice echoed from the speaker nearby. 

"Hello, welcome to mental institute for the criminal. Your name and Identity," asked a woman. 

"Saliha Ahmed," she said. 

"Student ID number," asked the woman again.

"26788535," she said. 

"Okay, give me a moment," said the woman. 

Saliha looked around, this place was on the country side. 

"Okay Miss Ahmed, your identity has been confirmed, you may come in," said the woman and the door opened with the click. 

She drags her luggage and got in. 

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He was driving while listen to song 'Juda ho k bhi' by Atif Asalm. The rain drops were falling on the windscreen and the vipers were moving side to side to clear the view ahead. His expressions were cold. He opened the bear bottle and took a sip.  Green eyes were continously moving on the road. He was not happy with his mission but the crime branch assigned him for the work. He has to find evidence regarding human trafficking in the hospitals and the institute of criminals was most prominant. 

He took another sip when his phone rang. He looked at the phone screen form the corner of his eyes. Salaar Uncle was written on the screen. He answered the call. 

"Are you there?" Salaar's cold voice approached his senses. He rolls his eyes and looked ahead to the road. 

"Kristen, answer," he demand.