Beauty and the Bangles - An Islamic Thriller of Love & Mystery

22| He is Coming for Her!

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Dressed in a crisp white shirt with sleeves rolled up, revealing his athletic forearms, and sleek black pants, he commanded the boardroom with a presence both charismatic and authoritative.

His silky, deep voice filled the room, "... and so the Shah Industries is leading the—"

The sudden jarring ringtone of his phone interrupted his presentation.

He exchanged a quick, apologetic glance with his meeting partners before swiftly answering the call, his voice tinged with wrath yet edged with concern.

"Why the interruption, Tiger?" His eyes of molted gold narrowed slightly, a furrow appearing on his brow.

"Sir, Miss Juveria is in grave danger," the caller's voice quivered, "being pursued by mysterious figures."

He choked out, "My Princess!" Worry flickered across his face. "But I just checked on her before the meeting. She's supposed to be safe at home with Junaid guarding her." The urgency in his voice was palpable. 

"No sir. My source insists she'll be attacked within five to ten minutes," the informant pressed urgently. "She's headed south, and there's a truck—"

"You're telling this NOW?" His jaw tightened, his knuckles tightening into a fist. Fear for her safety surged through him. "Send her location, AT ONCE!" 

Without a second thought, he left the boardroom with swift, decisive strides, leaving the occupants in stunned silence.

Biting his lower lip, he rushed into the elevator. 

His employees exchanged amazed glances, unaccustomed to seeing their normally composed and irresistibly charming boss in such a hurry.

Sweat tickled down his brows. He tapped his feet nervously as the elevator descended, checking the location Tiger had sent while his mind calculated the fastest route to her.

When the doors opened, he sprinted out, his secretary hurrying to keep pace. 

"Sir, the meeting—" she began, trying to remind him of the critical billion-dollar funding discussion.

"Cancel it, Jen. She's more crucial than any business deal," Burhan waved her off, his mind singularly focused on her well-being.

"Sir, please, the investors—" Jennifer's breath quickened as she persisted, emphasizing the financial stakes.

"Damn  the investors, Jennifer!" He fixed his gaze on the road ahead as he mounted his Ducati with practiced ease.

His hands trembled slightly when he gripped its handlebars, the quickened pace of his breath conveying his emotions more subtly.

I can't even breathe, God! What has she done to me? 

He murmured to himself as the Ducati roared to life, surging forward. His jaw set with unwavering resolve.

She is to me what breath is to the body.  I won't let anything happen to her. 

God let her be safe!

Behind, Jennifer shook her head, watching her boss disappear into the distance. At that moment, she realized he wasn't just a CEO; he was a hero driven by love, willing to do whatever it took to safeguard the woman he cared for.

Snarling, she strode back to the boardroom to apologize to the investors. Her heart couldn't help but feel a sense of envy as she wondered who this "she" was that held such a profound place in her cold-hearted boss's heart.

The December wind whipped against Burhan's face, carrying the scent of rain-soaked asphalt.

In the amber depths of his gaze, one could see the fiery heart of the earth, blazing with a timeless, enchanting light.

he was coming,