Revenge Marriage

Chapter-2

One month had passed, and Reyhan was still in a coma. There was no sign of any improvement. The doctors had discharged him, and Zayan brought him home. He hired a team of personal doctors and nurses to take care of Reyhan, who stayed by his side at all times.

Every time Zayan looked at his brother's condition, the burning desire for revenge against Alishba resurfaced in his heart.

He sat in his lavish office, elegantly decorated with contemporary furnishings. The sleek black leather chair stood at the center of his circular office, positioned in front of a large grey desk. He rose and walked over to the glass window behind his desk, folding his arms over his chest as his gaze drifted outside. As he stared out the window, Rafe entered through the white glass door.

"Zayan," Rafe said, looking at his friend. Zayan remained fixed on the view outside.

"They accepted your proposal and sent you a dinner invitation," Rafe added, raising his voice slightly to ensure Zayan heard him. A smirk tugged at the corners of Zayan's lips as he turned around and made his way back to his chair. Rafe followed, sitting across from him.

Zayan sat down, placing his elbow on the desk, his hands neatly folded. "So, finally, I'm so close to my goal," he said, his gaze shifting to Rafe.

"I'm still not sure about this, Zayan. Are you really going to do this? It's her whole life we're talking about," Rafe said.

"She's lucky she's still alive," Zayan growled, clenching his jaw. "I'm not going to kill her, but she's going to suffer."

Rafe hesitated. "But Zayan... it was her choice to say no. It's her right—"

"Yes!" Zayan shouted, cutting him off. "It was her choice, her right to say no. But no one has the right to bully or hurt someone to the point where they try to take their own life!" He slammed his fist on the desk, the anger evident in his voice.

"But Zayan... you can file a case against her or—"

"Or what? For the court to forgive her or slap her with a fine? That's it?" Zayan snapped, his eyes blazing. "My brother is suffering every single day. I can't hear his voice. I can't see him walk. He's a shell of a person. I want her to feel that same pain!"

Rafe looked down, unable to find the right words to ease his friend's pain. He knew Zayan's anger and thirst for revenge were consuming him, but he couldn't stop him. "Are you ready for this marriage thing?" Rafe asked, changing the topic.

Zayan leaned back in his chair, exuding confidence. "I'm all set. Now it's time to play the final game."

"You have to impress her hard. She's not like other girls," Rafe warned.

Zayan chuckled, a self-assured smirk spreading across his face. "Don't worry about that, Rafe. I've got the looks to impress any woman."

Rafe gave him a bemused look. "Alright then, all the best for tonight."

"Are you not coming with me tonight?" Zayan asked.

"I'm sorry, Zayan. I'll help you in everything, but I can't be a part of this. My conscience won't allow it," Rafe replied, standing up and heading for the door. Before Zayan could respond, Rafe left, shutting the door behind him. Zayan sat in his chair, deep in thought.

He knew Rafe well. They had been childhood friends, and after the death of Zayan's parents, Rafe had been the one to console him, standing by his side through thick and thin. If Rafe disapproved of something, Zayan knew he wouldn't change his mind.

Zayan grabbed a yellow file from his desk and opened it. A smirk appeared on his lips as he flipped to the first page. "Alishba Abdul" was written at the top. He had gathered every detail about her—Alishba Abdul, the only daughter of the renowned businessman Abdul Malik. She was the younger sibling of Arhan and Arham, and her family adored her. She was in the final year of her interior design course at university.