Shiddat

fifty eight

Baran's pov

My body and eyes freeze upon seeing her in front of me.

She is not covering her hair right now and looks like fresh meat.

But what is she doing at my club?

Never mind, I think today is my day. God, I don't even have to blackmail her for the things I want to do with her.

Just my magical pill, and she will be moaning beneath me.

Argh, this sole imagination drives my groin Hard.

Okay, I am a man-whore, I admit it, and Bulut Arshalannn is the proof of my whoring.

She sits with two teenagers on a sofa, isolated from the music and bar.

God, she looks so edible. What if she bears my child instead of that unknown bitch? But somehow, I am thankful to her for silently leaving Bulut's without demanding any of my heritage.

Don't worry, Baran, make her bear your child. Ah, I can't even imagine the beauty of the baby she will carry.

"Sir... Berk sir is here, and we are having trouble handling the girls," one of my staff informs me.

Glancing at her, I went towards the VIP room to meet Berk, but halted, thinking of something, and turned my steps towards her sitting form.

"Rubab... I am so excited to see Berk. See, my heart is beating so fast," the voice of a girl sitting beside her reaches my ears, and I smirk.

Let's play your cards, Baran.

"Tell him to wait for me; I'll be there soon," I said loudly, making my staff confused.

"But sir... he is waiting for you," one of them said.

"So what? I am the one who invited him. It's my club, and right now, I am seeing other things," I said, walking towards the bar but stopping upon hearing something.

"Rubs, did you hear? He is the owner. God, he will surely help me meet him personally, or I can have a photograph with him instead of an autograph," the same voice reaches my ears, and I smirk.

Baran, your mind is rocket science when it comes to women. They are too innocent to manipulate.

"No... Dilan, are you stupid? It's not a good idea," another voice reaches my ears.

"And why would that man help us?" the same voice, I think the bespectacled one.

I turned and started faking an emergency call a few feet away from them to hear their conversation.

"Rubs, please, let's beg him. You know how much I love Berk."

My butterfly took a deep breath, and her angelic voice reached my ears.

"It's not a good idea, Dilan. We should wait like others," she said lovingly.

"No... see the rush, Rubab. I want to meet him, please. Tumhe Taha bhai ki kasam, talk to him for my meeting," she pleaded.

"Don't bring Taha into this, and I will not plead to a stranger," she said sternly.

Taha... that old manager of mine. Is she his girlfriend? Anger rushed into my eyes.

"Sir... Berk sir is getting angry because he has another event to attend," one of my staff informs me, making me clench my jaw.

"Did you hear, Rubab? He has another event to attend. Please, let's talk to him," that girl stood up and came towards me, making my butterfly also come with her and a teenager too.