"Leave me alone, Azlan," Shahana choked out, her voice tight with anger and despair. "I'm not going anywhere with you."
Ignoring her pleas, Azlan reached for her wrist, his grip firm but not brutal. Shahana flinched, the memory of countless similar moments flashing before her eyes. She tried to pull away, but his hold was unwavering.
Desperate, she cast a pleading glance at her father, who stood frozen, his face a mask of conflicting emotions. His wife reached out to comfort him but was stopped by a subtle shake of his head.
"Azlan, listen to me," Shahana said, her voice shaking. " I don't want to be in this relationship anymore. I want a divorce."
The words hung heavy in the air, met with a tense silence. Azlan's jaw clenched, his eyes hardening. He wouldn't let her go, not without a fight. Yet, amidst the fire of his determination, a flicker of pain flickered across his face.
Shahana, emboldened by the spark of vulnerability, shifted her gaze towards her in-laws. "Baba," she pleaded, her voice trembling slightly. "Please ask Azlan to stop. I don't want to leave with him."
Azlan's father, a man known for his calm demeanor, took a hesitant step forward. "Azlan," he began, his voice measured. "Perhaps we should all..."
Before he could finish, Azlan cut him off, his voice laced with a controlled fury. "No, Dad. This is a private matter. Let us handle it."
Even in the heat of his emotions, respect for his family shone through. He may be a ruthless businessman, but he wouldn't disrespect his father, the one person he truly valued. However, on this issue, he was determined to have his way. Ignoring everyone, he marched towards his car, grabbed her arm, and ushered her into the passenger seat. Without a word, he started the engine and sped away.
"I thought I told you to stop telling me what to do." I whispered meekly.
"I thought I told you that I wanted you here, with me. I want your happiness. Not your anger." His lips touched my ear when he spoke; I was shaking.
"You never said you wanted that."
"But that is what I meant."
"I don't live in your head, Adam. I can't just figure out what you want."
"But you do." The hand that had been on the edge of the skin trailed up the side of my waist and then back down. "I can't fucking focus on anything else. Even now there's only thoughts of you in here. I'm wondering if you'd taste as sweet as you smell."
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When Shireen Naseer stumbles upon a sight not meant for her eyes, the young fashion designer is roped into a mess bigger than she's ever created. Suddenly, she's married to a brooding soldier and living in his home as she awaits the dangers of the outside world to pass.
But Adam Zaman is not just an average soldier. He laughs at her stupid jokes, tries to keep her happy, listens when she rants, and is so very patient with her. She's falling hard and fast, but he will not step over the line.
Protecting her and her honor is his responsibility, so how can he tarnish it?
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Bro, this belongs to me. Don't post it anywhere else.