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"Marry her" Abaan got shocked for a nanosecond when he heard Sufyan, who was sitting across the table in blue tuxedo . Sunlight was coming through the glass walk enlightening the whole office which somehow reduced the hostility of that cold room of that cold person who was sitting like a king on the his office chair . The sunlight coming behind him through the glass wall was making his posture like a holy man as the sun rays were oozing out around his posture causing his dark brown hairs to gleam and the platinum plate on the table with his name ,Abaan Junaid to beam in all its might.

He was sitting with his fist under his chin like he was in deep thoughts with grey button up shirt ,which top two buttons were opened as usual causing his black tattoo to peak out from the area of his chest .

"Look Mr Williams is a polite man with a decent family . He don't know anything about Mafias and it's important for us and our business to sign a deal with him but he only step towards them who seems decent and polite to him with a good family for which you should marry someone and by the way you don't have to worry for that because you have many girls drooling over you everywhere." Sufyan was trying to make him understand in every manner because that deal was good for them but Abaan's cold behavior and lonely life wouldn't condemn Mr Williams to sign the project with them and Sufyan don't want that soft hearted man to suffer Abaan's wrath in any manner because he could take anything he want whether he took from a good way or a bad one.

"But these women around you are not worthy to impress him by their gestures but Fatima can she is all that type Mr Williams like you know modest etc etc." Sufyan said at the end loosing his tie waiting for a response from him after giving a long speech.

Abaan move forward a little and rested his both elbows on the table , intertwine his fingers. He knew about the deal as it was important for them but marrying Fatima ...he didn't think about it. He always felt different whenever he was around her as he always got mesmerized by her eyes which remembered him about those eyes which he could never forget. At that morning when he heard her father that he would take her away from him he felt a sudden rage in him . It didn't like that he couldn't get angry often but only on this statement that she would go away from him built an unknown emotion in him which he didn't endure before. He just wanted to hurt his father by hurting her that's why he slapped her in front of him so he could feel the pain ,he could do many worst things with her but he didn't do because her eyes didn't let him do anything further.Β 

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He immediately went out from there because he can't see her like that with her hand on his cheek and tears streaming out from his eyes. He didn't slap that much hard but was sure that it would leave the bruise. He thought it would ease the pain inside him for his sister but it increased due to guilt after slapping her.Β 

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At that night when he went home , it was late at midnight . He was walking towards his room but halted in steps when he was passing in front of her room's door . He remembered the events happened that morning so he without thinking went in her room . He found her sleeping on her bed peacefully . He sat beside her and removed the locks scattered on her face to find a light bruise on her cheek where he slapped her. He felt a pang of guilt in his chest . He quickly walked outside towards the kitchen to find an ointment to apply in her cheeks. After few minutes of struggle he found one and hurriedly went into the her room. He slightly applied it on her cheeks to which she stirred a Little in her sleep because of the burning sensation. After applying the ointment he sat there for a moment seeing at her angelic face which sent a soothing sensation inside his body .But when he realized what he was doing he immediately walked out of the room .

" Ok marry that Ryna ,don't marry Fatima someone else will marry her" Sufyan suggested other girl as he didn't receive any answer from him .

"Why someone else will marry her" His husky and impatient voice radiated in the room. Abaan's veins of temples were popping out after hearing him.

"It's obvious she will marry someone in the future why are you asking?" Sufyan asked narrowing his eyes at him . Only he had this guts for doing these things to him while other people barely made an eye contact with him.

"I kept her with me so she can't go anywhere " Abaan said while relaxing his posture on the chair as he was reassuring himself.

"She can if Aima got healthy again " Sufyan reminded him.

" She can't until she endure the pain my sister is enduring." He said with greeted teeth .

" Ok fine she is not going anywhere " Sufyan said raising his arms surrendering." Then you should marry her so you can make her life hell " he suggested.

" Hmm" Abaan just nodded his head and opened the file placed on the table .

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They went home early because of the marriage ceremony they held today.Β 


"Don't you think it's too early" Sufyan spoke breaking the silence in the car, earning a glare from him.
"I don't like to wait" he said while typing something in his phone.


" Fine. But we didn't ask her yet" Sufyan's biggest tension was approval from fatima .Β 


"Do you think I care about her" he raised an eyebrow at him ,to which he just sighed and started staring out of the car. If she denied what will he do with her? Sufyan sighed.


The car stopped in front of his mansion and they stepped out of the car and headed towards the main door. All the guards standing in front of the gate bowed their heads to him. He just nodded his head towards them. They went in and sat in the living room.

He heard sounds of laughter from the kitchen. He tilted his head to find the source of this laughter seemed a melody to him.

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