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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟗

FAIZAN

Someone paid a journalist to write that article to start a rumor and target us.

Although I got the article taken down, the news has long spread. Not only in the office building but around the press.

Everyone is making assumptions about whether or not Arzo and I had an affair behind everyone’s back.

It would have been fine if they were mainly targeting me but the media and press is starting to talk about Arzo and I don’t know for how long I can keep my cool and not attack anyone, making everything worse.

“Any updates?” I ask Kamaal- my assistant- who I ordered to dig up information about the journalist who uploaded that article.

“The journalist used a different pen name in order to not be caught. We’re still looking into who it was and by whom they were paid.”

“What about the rumors?”

“The press is still active and investigating the rumor. And the fact that the article was taken down is spreading more suspicions among them. However, we are trying to clear their suspicions.”

“Okay-”

The door of my office bursts open, slamming the wall.

My jaw clenches, not at the fact that my door was just slammed against a wall but at the unwanted presence standing in the frame.

Layla.

Ya Allah, give me patience.

“You can leave, Kamaal. I will ask you about the updates later.”

Kamaal nods, turns on his heels and leaves. Layla shuts the door as soon as he’s out of the office.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Wale Kum Assalam,” I say to her.

“I knew it. I knew that woman would be a problem to you.” she says as she steps forward, “why are you still with her?”

“She is not the problem. The press is.”

“She is nothing compared to you. You’re a billionaire, Faizan. She’s just a mute student. An intern.”

“She is more than what people think she is. I don’t understand why this is affecting you so much.” I say, anger rushing through my veins, “the press is targeting me, it has nothing to do with her. The article is a lie to start rumors.”

“She will be the reason for your downfall.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” I start, “Arzo could never be the reason for my downfall. Her existence in my life is the reason for my happiness, her existence is opening doors for me I never thought were there. The rumors will disappear as if they never appeared and I will stop at nothing to make sure Arzo lives a peaceful and happy life. Whoever tries to hurt her has me to face.”

I will find whoever started this rumor and tried to fuel the fire. And when I do, I won’t sit back and do nothing. They will have to pay for their actions.

A knock appears on my door before it opens, cutting Layla from saying whatever nonsense she was about to.

Arzo appears in the door, holding a bundle of files and freezes when she notices Layla.

Layla glares at her then at me, “you’ll regret this.” she grits out before she sharply turns around and stomps out of my office.

As soon as my gaze locks with Arzo’s, they soften.