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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Zayn's hand rested possessively on my waist, his touch both commanding and protective, a silent claim only I could feel. As we walked towards the mansion, I saw the elders of Khan's family were waiting for us at the entrance of the mansion.
A smile appeared on everyone's faces upon seeing us, looking so content. Zayn's grip on my waist tightened subtly, his touch possessive yet gentle. Leaning closer, he murmured, "Perfect, isn't it?" His voice was low, meant for only me to hear.
I swallowed, my heart betraying me with its unsteady rhythm. "What is?" I asked, pretending not to understand. The 6'6" tall man lowered himself to my level, he made sure our eyes met, his presence overwhelming yet irresistible as he whispered, "You. Here. With me."
I swiftly dropped my gaze, hoping he wouldn't notice the heat rising to my cheeks. This is the thing about him-always leaving me like this, flustered and helpless against his effect on me.
As we approached them, Zayn's father's voice reached us first-calm yet firm. "Welcome to the family, bacha. We all have been waiting for this day and it's finally happening." He smiled.
My fingers curled together as I lowered my gaze, a quiet sense of nervousness settling in.
Zayn's grandmother placed a gentle hand on my cheek, beaming. "Our prayers are listened to by the almighty, beta. There's finally someone who can keep Zayn in check."
Zayn scoffed beside me, shaking his head in disbelief. "May your marriage be filled with love, patience, and children who won't inherit Zayn's temper." Zayn's mother said, placing a hand over my head.
Heat rushed to my cheeks at the children's part, but I kept my gaze steady, a faint smile tugging at my lips-too small for anyone to notice.
Zayn let out a sigh, his grip on my waist tightening slightly. "I am standing right here,"
"Shush, Zayn, let us welcome our daughter properly," Dadi scolded, waving him off.
Zayn's aunt came forward, smiling as she said, "Amyra, I don't know what you did, but this boy actually looks... normal these days. I think we all owe you more than a mere 'thank you' for handling him."
"I agree on that," her husband said, joining her, making the others let out their laughter.
My lashes fluttered, and my fingers curled into the fabric of my dress.
Before anyone else could speak, Zayn's sister and his cousins hurried toward us, excitement written all over their faces. Anaisha literally jumped in excitement. "Okay, okay, enough of this! Bhabhi, we have a surprise for you!"
