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Anwar was already moving toward her. "Anwar... don't," she whispered. His hand reached for her veil. She screamed, the sound tearing from her throat as panic took over. "Keep quiet!" he shouted, his voice thunderous, shaking the room. She fought back, pushing at his chest, struggling with everything she had. Fear made her hands shake, but she didn't stop resisting. Her breaths came fast and broken as she tried to escape his grip. his father's call came through and puts it on speaker. "What is happening there?" his father demanded. "Who is screaming like that?" Anwar didn't hesitate. "It's my wife-to-be." Nayara opened her mouth to speak, to scream for help-but Anwar's voice cut her off. "Stay quiet," he warned sharply. On the line, his father's voice exploded, ordering him to stop whatever he was doing. Anwar ignored him. Instead, he picked up his phone again and dialed another number. It rang twice. "Nayara?" her father's tense voice came through. "Where are you? Why aren't you home?" She tried to answer. "She's with me," Anwar said instead. There was a pause. "Who are you?" her father asked. "Her husband-to-be." "What nonsense is this?" her father snapped. Anwar's voice turned cold. "I don't have time. My father is on the line. I want to marry Nayara immediately." Both men started shouting at once through the speaker. Anwar leaned closer to Nayara, lowering his voice so only she could hear. "Tell him." She shook her head, tears filling her eyes. He raised his voice again. "I want her as my wife. Decide now." His father roared through the phone, furious, ordering him to step back. Anwar didn't move. "I'd rather touch her as my wife," he said calmly into the phone, "than do something I won't take responsibility for. If you refuse this marriage, don't expect me to change my mind." Nayara let out a broken scream. Her father's voice cracked as he demanded, "What do you want?" Anwar answered without hesitation. "Marry her to me. Now."

Maya Khuzaif is THAT girl. Pretty? Yes. Confident? Obviously. Dramatic? ...maybe just a little. But one thing she does NOT do is men with ego. So why is Omar Farouq Abbas - tall, quiet, annoyingly fine CEO - suddenly everywhere she turns? Her house?? Her school?? Her café time??? Allah ya kiyaye. The worst part? He talks to her like he knows her. Corrects her like he owns her. And stares like he's trying to read her soul AND her browser history. Maya insists she doesn't care. She swears she's unbothered. But her heart rate says liar. Now it's enemies... with jealousy sprinkled like seasoning... yearning that's embarrassing at this point... and a pride that is READY to shatter like glass. Because when pride falls? Girl, it doesn't fall gently. It trips, somersaults, and FRANKLY- drags the heart along with it. Omar Farouq Abbas is the problem. But maybe... he's also the cure?

They say love always ends in a happily ever after... But what if it doesn't? What if love is not enough to save you? What if freedom comes at a painful cost? What if destiny blocks your path... no matter how hard you fight? Zaitoonah was born into power-into a world where control meant everything and obedience was not a choice, but a rule. But she refused to be controlled. She chose love. She chose rebellion. And she chose a life she was never meant to live. But every choice has consequences... In a world ruled by fear, power, and silence, will she find her freedom- or lose everything trying? THEN.... LET'S FIND OUT!! .