[𝗔𝗠𝗔𝗬𝗔 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗭𝗬𝗥𝗔𝗡]
When a business deal is struck, she finds herself in the confines of the only man she thinks is insufferable. She is to survive but will this just remain as it?
>Marriage of convinience
>Forced proximity
{𝐀𝐘𝐋...
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Ahmer's POV:
Solitude.
Its bliss to an introvert and a nightmare for the opposite until it isn't. There was an odd calm which came with locking yourself up with your thoughts and reflecting on the choices you made,until it wasn't. And right now there was nothing I'd not give to get out of my utterly infuriating thoughts.
Thoughts that require a certain Fashion Designer and the bigger plan.
My pen taps against the desk as I stare out of the ceilings high windows showcasing the City of Lights,Karachi infront of me. The bigger plan, To get the culprits to where they belong and get me my damn peace back. It isn't as easy as it seems,doing justice to my eleven year old self but I'll try-I'll try to get my childhood back and fix all the mess my kidnapping created.
A hard time,that was Indeed.
As for Ayla Rehman,the girl is so much more then I thought she would be. First she nearly makes me crash my own car,second she has to be the daughter of the man I owe-after everything will be done. And Thirdly she had to be the fricking girl I see almost every night in my dream.
My calm after the chaos.
There is no way this is gonna end in a matter of four months, If she is the girl who was there with me and the only thing I remember apart from the torture I faced in that hell hole then Ayla Rehman Qureishi better hold tight.
This is gonna be a long ride.
I can feel the pieces clicking in to place, the wounds, me at a house with a girl crying those beautiful eyes of hers out, for me. I was at Sir Rehman's house. Now the only thing I have to find out is why and how?
MY thoughts are interrupted as a knock resounds soundly on my door. "Come in." I reply to whoever the hell is on its other side as my secretary bobs her head out of the doorframe uttering me a greeting and, "Sir Ayla Rehman is here, should I send her in?" Well, damn me.
"Yes." I sigh, knowing the disaster I am about to face with this girl's wrath. A moment later the door clicks open and Ayla walks in with her all glory, clad in a basic flowery sundress which looks so good on her, I am humbled for a second.
Which also means she isn't here from work. "Can I have a seat?" She asks but before I can answer she plops down on the sofa in front of me anyways. "So what's brings you here, darling?" I ask with a snicker, one which soon dies into a clearing of throat after seeing her pointed glare.
"You haven't been coming to the office, may I ask what has gotten in to you?" She squints her eyes and tries not to let her annoyance show, which I catch easily. "I manage tons of shares, those too in different companies I was busy." I lie.
Her gaze drops, "It wasn't me who wanted you back, you missed a meeting an important one and these aren't work tactics, Mister Ahmer." Oh shit, she is angry. "I am well aware-" I lean myself on my desk, my hands crossed on the wooden surface as I complete my sentence. "I'll try to give you 3 visits per week." I lie again, there was no way I was gonna see her only 3 times a week, considering there are still tons of things left and a past of ours to rediscover.
