Aryan's Lethal Obsession

Aryan

Beautiful— was an underrated word to describe Adah in her bridal dress.

Her golden-brown hair curling at the bottom and resting over one shoulder or her veil trailing over the other made my heart skip a beat. I fisted my palms when her nose pin glinted under the light, and the strong urge to kiss her passionately clouded my rationality. But one looked at her tear-stained face and gaping eyes; I folded the thought and tucked it in the closet of my heart.

With Osama and Tareq beside me and Jahanzeb following, I had to stifle a sigh at the sight of her hands with henna adoring them. Her beauty took my fucking breath away for a moment. And the sound of her bangle rattling with her body shivers went straight to my cock. I would have spent my entire night admiring her exquisite sight; if I hadn't gatecrashed with a mission.

As instructed, my men surrounded the place, forcing the guest into one corner away from Adah. Alas, this grey-eyed seductress was successful in driving me completely insane. Aryan Abdullah, who took great effort to keep his pristine image of a law-abiding citizen intact, went recklessly, and that too in front of so many witnesses.

But what I was about to do, those witnesses were to come in handy. Adah's eyes kept flickering between me and my men.

"Everything's ready," when Tareq murmured beside me, I ordered Jahanzeb, "Get me the priest."

At my voice, she started crawling back, shaking her head in horror.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Her mother screamed at us but soon was silent when Osama raised a gun at her.

"No," I could make out her soft plea even amongst hundreds of noises.

"What about her father?" I asked Osama who was enjoying the most among us.

This made Adah gape at smirking Osama before resting her stare on me. She shakes her head in what I assume is a plea. However, my attention was on her earrings, brushing against her face with the motion. Moving my eyes from her earring to her wide eyes, I didn't break the stare or move toward her.

Just like the first night, her expectant eyes were pleading with me to spare them, but this time, I couldn't promise. I will do what I came to do.

Adah broke the stare and screamed when Osama shoveled her father onto the dais. She rushed to his side and clung to his arm. She flinched when the air was filled with gunfire. It was one of the guests that was attempting to escape. I didn't bother to grace them with my attention as I had already bought the area sub-inspector, who assured me to remain deaf to whatever was happening in the wedding hall.

Again, a decision that I have taken out of my character by involving the police in the plan.

My men were proficient in execution, and in no time, Jahanzeb brought in a priest.

"Come." I raised my hand at her.

She stopped breathing, and terror washed over her face when the realization hit her. Her grip tightened on her father's, and she did the most typical Adah action—hide behind her father.

"I don't know who you are, but please leave us. What have we done to you? Why are you barging in like this and threatening us? What do you want?!" her father exclaimed.

"Your daughter, I'm marrying her."

"Stay away from Addy," a skinny boy growled, and I assumed it was her brother.

"I will not be verbal with my next warning," I said calmly.

She knew better the warning behind my composed demeanor, "I'm sorry, please."

She shrieked when I marched towards her and grabbed her wrist, pulling her away from her father, who was screaming incessantly, "Leave my daughter." When I snapped my finger, a few of my men came and pulled her family away from Adah, who was hitting her tiny fist over my hand, holding her.