In love with my CEO Cousin
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Aaliya Siddique: Definition of strong-willed, Confident, Sharp minded businesswoman. She has quite immediately made her name in the corporate world with her sharp mind, intelligence and some credit can also be given to her family reputation as she belongs to The Popular Siddique Family, a big name in the corporate world. But she has worked hard for her fashion brand which has made its place in people's hearts in no time due to affordable prices and uniqueness.
Arslan Siddique: He is a prince of the modern era, with name, fame, and Greek god-like handsome features. He decided not to join his family's legacy and went abroad and started his chain of hotels across the world, started his construction company, and several other businesses on his own.
Aaban Siddique: He has followed his father's path and started working in a family business, which made him reach the top in no time, he is confident, handsome features with brown hairs and Striking blue eyes, he has been made CEO of Textile business.
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Her mobile rang flashing Aaban's name on the screen which made him scoff at her.
"Go, I think he might need you. Why don't you provide him comfort through your words and hugs?" He felt bitter saying those words but that is what it is.
"Are you out of your mind?" She yelled at him in anger not taking his non-sense talk anymore.
"Oh, did I say something wrong? But then again it's fact right. As I have always seen you close to him on the other side it feels as if my touch burns you!" He too shouted at her, his insecurities and jealousy were talking on behalf of him.
"It's because he is my Mehram, he is halal for me!" she said in a comparatively small voice looking at him with hurt expressions.
His eyes snapped at her with disbelief, does that mean..
"You two got married?" He whispered in a small broken voice trying to gulp the big lump formed in his throat as well as to keep his tears at bay.
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