♡I want all of you.
Your body, your heart, your soul♡
Previously known as "Deewangi"
She was a 20-year-old practicing muslima who deeply values her faith and the teachings of Islam. She lives with her father, whom she holds a special bond wi...
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"I don't know who left it, sir, but I saw your name on the envelope with the flowers, so I called you", Shahroz said as we looked keenly at the envelope and the flowers on my office table.
"Have you checked the outside cameras", I asked, adjusting my glasses and reaching for the envelope.
"I did, but the footage wasn't clear and his face is covered", Shehroz replied, turning the laptop towards me to show the screen.
The image was dark, the time displayed around two in the morning. On the laptop screen, a man approached the office gate, glancing around before placing the items down and leaving.
His face was obscured by a black hood and mask, and he was dressed entirely in black. He appeared to be around 6 feet tall, with broad shoulders and a muscular build. The aura around him emanated danger, making it clear that it was Shehryar Sikandar---the bastard was outside my office.
I opened the envelope and read the letter, which made me see red. How dare he! This bastard.
♧♧♧
The notorious mafia boss, with all due respect, requests an audience with you, dear father, to discuss a matter of utmost importance. I have set my eyes on your daughter andhavefallen deeply in love withher. I assure you, I will treather with the utmostrespectand provide her with a life of luxury and security. However, understandthat my offer is not a request, but a demand. It would be in your best interest to grant me permission to marry yourdaughter, or else, you will face the consequences of denying me. I trust that you will make the wise decision for both your familyand mine.
Until then, take care of your chanda, sasur ji
"Yours soontobe son-in-law, Shehrayr Sikandar".
♧♧♧
I tore the letter and threw it in the air, staring to toss things around. How dare he even think about my daughter? How dare he keep his dirty eyes on my chanda!
My baby is pure; she doesn't know how cruel this world and the people in it can be. She only sees the good in people and is drawn to beautiful things.
I know she's always quite excited to hear about this jerk and is also attracted to trouble. This time, the devil himself is after my daughter, and I must protect her at all costs.
