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— 𖤐 𝐙𝐀𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :
"Nope, Mr. Malik, we are not proceeding with this if you're a bachelor."
My jaw clenched tightly as I hear the bitch named Scarlet Raven, CEO of one of the most influential companies in New York, casually scrolling around my office in those noisy fucking heels, before nonchalantly settling into chair in front of me.
Mrs. Raven is in her mid thirties, known as the black cat queen of the business world.
She exudes an aura of arrogance and power that you could feel in the air.
"I believe my personal life shouldn't concern you, Mrs. Raven." I managed to grit out, attempting to maintain my composure.
"Oh, I understand that, but I have a principle. I prefer not to collaborate with bachelors, especially ones as young as you, Mr. Malik. Marriage represents stability and commitment, qualities I hold in high regard. It's not merely about being married, but the values and principles associated with it." Her tone is unwavering.
"It's my policy, and I don't impose it on anyone. If you choose not to get married, that's entirely up to you. We can simply call off the deal."
My jaw clenches even tighter.
I couldn't afford to lose this deal.
Not only it is incredibly beneficial for my company, but my rival, Hunter Blackwood—the only person I would gladly commit crime for, most preferably murder—would pounce on this opportunity.
Losing this deal would not only be some kind of blow to my business but also a triumph for Blackwood, the motherfucker who would stop at nothing to see me fall.
And I won't fucking let him.
"Marriage isn't a joke, and finding a wife can't happen overnight."
"You're a young hotshot billionaire, women must be lining up for you, so finding a wife shouldn't be a hassle." She shrugs nonchalantly.
I can't quite figure out if she's a CEO of an influential business company or CEO of a fucking marriage bureau, because the woman is just simply unbelievable.
"Do you have someone in mind? A special lady you fancy? Someone you like? Girlfriend, maybe whom you wanna wife up?"
I go completely stiff.
Hearing the terms—'special lady', 'someone you like' , 'Girlfriend', 'Wife'—the first and only person that pops into my head is that oddball who always grins at me like a fool.
It's not like I haven't heard this terms before, I have, constantly, because being an Indian and raised by typical Indian parents does that, who are always like, "𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐣𝐚, 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐚."
