Yours Ryan [Original Edition]

Chapter 25: Tanya confesses

Tanya straightened up after placing a bouquet on Ryan's tombstone. She read the name "Andrew Jake Thompson" and snorted.

"Are you seeing what's happening around you?" she asked, then huffed.

"But how can you? You're dead, right?" she blurted out accidentally, immediately feeling a pang of guilt.

"Ryan, I... I don't even know how to think of you. You're neither my husband nor anything to me. Then why the hell am I crying?" she snapped at herself, wiping her tears harshly.

"I loved you, Ryan Raichand, believing you were my soulmate, but in reality, I'm married to a man who uses your face and voice," she said with a sigh.

"And because of that, I don't think I can ever let go of this feeling," she continued, staring at the tombstone. "Because only I know how much I loved you."

No Tanya you love Andr...

No....

She scolds he mind. "How can I love a man who cheated on me ?" 

After a moment of silence, she resumed, "I'm considering everything as God's destiny. Meeting Andrew, the marriage, everything..."

"I don't know what lies ahead for me... but my only wish now is never to see that man again in my life."

"I am fed up with everything: the play-acting, the lies, the fake relationships, everything," she uttered in a defeated tone.

"Now I will have my way, and he will have his. After getting his revenge, I'm sure he will return to his playboy ways, blah, blah, blah...."

"So I decided to leave this country. And before going, I thought I'd visit you," she said with a gentle smile.

"Lastly, I want to say one more thing: I'm not sure I can ever love anyone like I loved you, so I need to say this... 'I love you, Ryan,'" she whispered through her tears.

**ZAK Industries, Dubai, UAE**

Today is the official meeting between ZAK and RR Industries. The preparations for the meeting were already completed by the staff, and now they awaited the guests.

"Bhai, they are here," Amar announced. Zafar glanced up from his file and smiled at him.

"Tell her to get ready," Zafar ordered, and Amar smirked.

The glass doors opened. Andrew and Nick entered, dressed in suits. Zafar frowned upon seeing Andrew's face. Andrew noticed this and laughed to himself.

"I... I think I've seen you somewhere," Zafar muttered, rubbing his forehead, trying to remember. "But I can't place it."

"Mr. Khan, I think there's a misunderstanding. I'm seeing you for the first time, so how could you have seen me?" Andrew replied innocently.

"Yeah, that's right, but..."

"Bhai, stop this. You're degrading our impression in front of them," Amar whispered in his ear.

"Ahem... let's start the meeting, shall we?" Zafar said, clearing his throat. Andrew nodded and gestured for him to proceed.

"As you know, my company has reached the second position in the fashion industry, and our next step is to become number one," Zafar began.

"That we know, Mr. Khan. But the point is, what will I get from this proposal?" Andrew asked directly.

Zafar smirked and pushed a file towards him. "2,500 billion."

Nick made an 'O' shape with his mouth.

"This is not enough, Mr. Khan," Andrew stated seriously. Zafar clenched his jaw, controlling his anger, knowing this meeting was crucial for him.

"Amar, call her," Zafar ordered. Andrew glanced at him doubtfully.

After a few seconds, Amar returned with an Arab model who threw a seductive look at Zafar.

Andrew saw this and turned towards him angrily. "What is the meaning of this?"

"Gentleman, chill!... This is Aliya, the number one model in the UAE," Zafar introduced, side-hugging her. Aliya smiled and walked towards Andrew.

"You're pretty handsome," she cooed, licking her red lips. Andrew shook his head in disbelief.

"Mr. Khan, what is her role in our deal?"

"Well, it's for your own good, Mr. Mustafizur. Men need woman, I mean a beautiful sexy lady to quench their thirst. So take her. She's your special gift," Zafar winked. Aliya gave him a dirty smile.

Andrew chuckled. "What if I don't need your so-called special gift?" Zafar's smile dropped.

"You..." Aliya pushed her index finger against his hard chest. "I am the highest-paid model in this country."

"Yes... but not the highest-paid model in the whole world," Andrew mocked. Aliya's finger dropped.

"I've slept with many beautiful and sexy ladies, and they look better than you." Aliya closed her eyes in shame. Without saying anything, she grabbed her sling bag and marched towards the door.

"Aliya, I..."

"Don't. I'll see you another time," she snapped, glaring at Zafar before rushing out.

Zafar's jaw tightened in anger. He took deep breaths and put on a fake smile before looking at Andrew.

"You're a different man," he murmured slowly. "Are you gay, Mr. Mustafizur?" Nick pressed his lips together to stifle a laugh.

"I never said I don't want a woman," Andrew snapped, sitting on the rolling chair.

"That means you do?" Zafar's face brightened.

"Yes."

"And who is it? I'll bring her for you."

"You will?" Andrew asked again.

"Of course, I'll bring her from any part of the world for you," Zafar replied. "Who is the girl?"

Andrew leaned back and looked at him with a smirk. "Your wife, Mumtaz."

The room fell into silence before Zafar's guards and Amar roared, drew their guns, and pointed them at Andrew. Nick screamed in horror and hid behind the couch.

"Guys, chill!... Let your boss answer first," Andrew said, glancing at Zafar's pale face.

"I've seen your wife, Mr. Khan, and I must say she's a hot piece," he commented shamelessly.

"Stop talking about my bhabhi," Amar shouted, pressing his gun harder against Andrew's forehead.

"Amar, no..." Zafar gripped his arm.

"But, bhai, he..."

"DROP YOUR GUNS," Zafar commanded.

All the guards, including Amar, stepped away from Andrew. He stood up and straightened his outfit.

"Your wish is accepted," Zafar stated, and Amar gasped in shock.

"Mumtaz will be in your arms, on your bed soon." Andrew gave a curt nod.

"I like your attitude, Mr. Khan. Also, your dedication to your company," Andrew said, patting his shoulder with a proud smile.

"ZAK is not only my passion; it's my dream. And for that, I will do anything," Zafar declared.

"But bhabhi is your wife..."

"No more comments, Amar," Zafar ordered, and Amar bowed his head.

"So, are you ready to sign the contract?" Andrew asked.

"Yes."

"Gentlemen, according to the contract, 70% of ZAK Industries will be under the control of Mr. Mustafizur until this bond ends. Also, if the company reaches the top position, Mr. Mustafizur will be awarded 2,500 billion and..." Zafar's chief secretary paused and glanced at Zafar, who nodded for him to continue. "Um... also, Mr. Zafar Khan's wife, Mumtaz."

Andrew and Zafar stepped forward and signed the contract.