He was never meant to fall. She was never meant to find out.
Zayn Afzal Khan - arrogant, cold, and untouchable. As the CEO of The Khan's Empire, he rules the business world with an iron grip. But beneath the suit and success lies a far darker truth...
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"Tell him how you meet my sister, Rayan."
I glared at Azaan that I'm surprised it didn't make a hole between his eyes. He raised his brows, giving me a 'what?' look. "No! It's okay." I said quickly. "I need to go to the office. I have some work. You guys carry on." I add before that stupid Rayan starts.
I just need to see this bastard and I did. "See you soon, Amyra." I said, looking at her beautiful eyes. Her sparkling eyes were irresistibly charming. With a simple glance she could calm a torrid sea of heart ache or restless soul. No sight no matter how inspiring or breath taking matches them.
Her expression softened, lips pressed together in a half-hearted smile. She must be wondering why I am talking to her because in my life I never talked to her as her brother's best friend but only as a masked man.
I came out of the mansion as Azaan followed me behind. "What the hell is wrong with you?" He asked, blocking my way. "What's wrong?" I asked back. "Wait. Why are you even here in the first place?"
"I told you. To see you. That's it." I said.
"Am I looking like a dumbo to you?"
"Hmm...If someone looks at you they wont know but if they talk to you, then they know that you are one." I laughed.
His brows furrowed as he glared at me. "Go to hell!" He said as I got into my car and drove off.
𓆩♡𓆪 The Khan's Empire
I took my seat, spinning the paper weight, not knowing what to do. My mind is full of that fucker who was standing beside my woman. My blood was boiling and I so wanted to gouge his eyes out for looking at her.
But I controlled myself from doing anything like that. I had to calm myself down for Amyra. Had she not been there, that idiot would have been in hell.
I kept on spinning the paper weight until a point and threw it on the mirror with a force that made it shattered into small pieces. I took my phone and called Mr. Mirza.
"I need your help."
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