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Aisha's life takes a whirlwind turn when her pictures with Aaraiz, a dominant yet deeply protective man, are leaked. Forced into a marriage she never wanted, Aisha's playful innocence clashes with Aaraiz's strict and comm...
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Zain was passing through the corridors when a girl with a smile passed by him. Zain putting her on ignore, kept going ahead. As he reached his cabin, he pushed the door and enter inside it. He closed the door behind him and sat on his seat with a huff while looking at the pile of files.
"He took leave himself and look at this whole bundle. I'm his poor, little, handsome, cute yet hot brother but he never give me importance." Zain started speaking his usual famous and feelings. His tone annoyed.
He looked at the stack in front of him and rolled his eyes bit reluctantly started doing the work as he had no other option.
Now it's almost an hour left, Zain was now engaged in checking the files that were later to be signed by Aaraiz. These files were of Aaraiz and were given to Zain as Aaraiz had taken a leave for some important work. He assigned this work to Zain as he said that he don't trust someone right now more than him.
Now, Zain was confused that should he be happy, that Aaraiz prioritized him or be angry for giving the bundle of files. He was cursing his own brother while working when his hands halted on their place.
His eyes widen."H-how? How could this be p-possible?" He read the lines and words again.
He slammed the file on his desk. His mind was all blur now.
Nothing just the words betrayal, bad faith, lie..
He was in darkness till now?
He wasn't what he used to think?
He get up and took his Kawasaki's keys. Picking up his coat and phone he walked out of office. Aaraiz secretary, Hamad, was coming to Zain's office when he saw him going out.
"Sir, Mr. Zain?" He called and Zain stopped, leisurely he turned to Hammad.
His eyes showing emotions that hammad couldn't put to word.
"I've to do something." Without any second word or waiting for Hammad's answer, Zain left. Sitting on his Kawasaki, he started it but never wore the helmate.
His bike now running aimlessly on Islamabad's roads. It's speed increasing with normal pace. From 0 to it was now 200 yet Zain seemed to be fearless. In fact his mind wasn't in this world. He was long lost in the thoughts of him getting betrayal, when suddenly...
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