𝐑𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐪 𝐊𝐞
Aisha's life takes a whirlwind turn when her pictures with Aaraiz, a dominant yet deeply protective man, are leaked. Forced into a marriage she never wanted, Aisha's playful innocence clashes with Aaraiz's strict and comm...
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Aaraiz entered the house after a long day at the office, his body heavy with exhaustion. His tie felt suffocating, his blazer constricting, and he wasted no time shrugging them off, letting them fall haphazardly onto the nearest chair.
With a tired sigh, he slumped onto the couch, his head resting against the backrest as he closed his eyes for a moment of peace. He loosened the top buttons of his shirt, trying to breathe easier, hoping the brief rest would help him recharge.
Just as he started to drift into that comfortable place between wakefulness and sleep, a voice interrupted his thoughts. "Aaraiz, you look so tired," came a sweet, familiar voice.
His eyes fluttered open, seeing Palwasha standing there, her eyes gleaming as she stepped closer.
Aaraiz blinked, still trying to process the sudden presence of Palwasha. He sat up slightly, pushing himself to be more alert, but the tiredness of the day still clung to him. "I'm fine, Palwasha,"
But Palwasha had other ideas. She stepped even closer, her voice soft and almost flirtatious. "You work so hard, Aaraiz. Maybe you need someone to take care of you. To help you... relax."
"I don't need anything, thanks," he replied, sharper this time. He felt his patience thinning as she moved closer, her hand casually brushing against his arm.
He glanced at her hand, his mind racing. This was too much.
She didn't seem to get the message.
"You know, Aaraiz, you deserve better. Someone who truly understands you, who can give you everything you need." Her words dripped with suggestion as she leaned in slightly, the proximity making Aaraiz's discomfort rise.
He stood up abruptly, his patience snapping. "Palwasha, THAT"S ENOUGH!" he said firmly, his voice low but commanding. His tall frame towered over her, and he stepped back, putting distance between them.
But Palwasha wasn't done yet. She moved towards him again, a playful smile on her lips as she tried to close the gap. "Oh, come on, Aaraiz. You know I'm only trying to help."
Just as she reached out, a cold, stern voice cut through the room."Palwasha."
Aaraiz and Palwasha both froze, turning toward the door. There stood Anazir, her expression thunderous, her eyes narrowing at Palwasha. "I think it's time you leave,"
Anazir's voice held an authority that no one dared to challenge.
Palwasha's face paled, and she stepped back immediately, stumbling over her words. "I... I was just—"
"Out," Anazir commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Now."
Without another word, Palwasha scurried out of the room, the weight of Anazir's disapproval heavy on her.
