"I'm really proud of how far you come along, Aryan," Sam patted his shoulder.
"I wouldn't have done without your support, Uncle. If you hadn't taken a chance and given me a job, I wouldn't have dreamt of becoming a doctor," Aryan replied.
When his internship started two months ago, at Roohi's request, he quit his job in the bakery. A part of him was saddened, reminiscing about his time in the bakery, especially the time he spent with Zoya.
"I'm so glad to see you again. Where is your friend? Why didn't you get her along with you?" Sam asked, to which he replied, "She got an internship in a different hospital, and we couldn't be in touch for some time. But I will definitely bring her with me someday."
Sam was about to say something when he was informed one of the staff had fallen sick. Already understaffed, he needs help delivering the refreshments. Aryan, noticing his worry, offered to help as a courtesy of Sam taking care of him when he was in need.
Amidst Sam's numerous thank yous, Aryan slid to the driving side and started the truck. Following the navigation, he reached the bungalow and waited patiently outside the gate for approval. He looked around the decoration and caught a glimpse of the engagement banner through the window. He smiled, imagining Zoya's face when he would propose to her after their internship.
"You can go inside and take a left turn," one of the guards motioned him to move.
As instructed, he drove and stopped when he noticed the staff door. A guy was already waiting for him, and as soon as he opened the truck, he started unloading the boxes. Having nothing to do, Aryan walked around appreciating the lawn and the bungalow.
"Omar...."
A familiar name and voice caught his attention. Gripped by curiosity, he went toward the voice and frowned when it was followed by moans. He stopped for a moment, but something compelled him to continue. The moment he turned the corner, he froze, looking at the view ahead.
A couple was making out in the isolated corner, but what made his blood run dry was Zoya's face contorted in pleasure. Clad in a party gown and a veil over her head, she was engrossed in heated pleasure with Omar's hand under her dress.
"Omar..." she moaned.
Aryan felt like someone had poured cold water over him, and his mind was too numb to process. Even when their eyes connected, he couldn't understand the slow smirk appearing on her face instead of guilt.
"Yeah, baby...just like that," she moaned, locking her hazel eyes with his.
"Zoya," Omar's voice was thick with lust.
"Baby, why don't we put on a great show for our audience," she whispered in his ear, making him turn around.
Dressed in traditional attire, Omar grinned, enjoying the shock marring his face. Zoya tilted her head when he added another finger and thrust into her pussy rapidly.
"Do you like that, baby?" he asked, not bothering to hide or averting his eyes from Aryan.
"Yeah, now faster," she replied with hooded eyes, smirking at him.
When she knew she was about to orgasm, she grabbed Omar's face and kissed him hard, not breaking her stare from Aryan. A lone tear dropped from his eyes, looking at the girl he loved in the arms of another man doing something so intimate. As soon as her body twitched, she shrieked in pleasure while Omar grunted, overwhelmed by his lust, biting her collarbone.
Aryan's knees gave away, and he fell to the ground. Having enjoyed his despair, Zoya straightened her gown and chuckled, "How could I forget to invite you to our engagement?"
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Aryan's Lethal Obsession
Romance"Here," he threw the gun at me, which I had to catch with my two hands. "Kill him." The moment the words were out of his mouth, I dropped the gun in shock and took back steps. "I will let you go if you kill him," he was pointing towards John. "No,"...
