"Wait a minute, you want us to believe that you broke his two poor buttons, tore his Armani shirt worth $10,000, and you both had a-"

"Zip your lips, Aleena!" Ayesha shut me up with her stern voice and sharp look, while Jasmine and I were still too stunned to process everything she had just said.

After Asad's cute interruption, we were back to our gossip session. Ayesha was half-lying on the bed with a pillow resting on her stomach. Jasmine and I were lying on our stomachs, staring at this dangerous, unromantic woman who had just done something with Dr. Zaid that we'd never imagined-especially with someone she calls her enemy.

"Okay, fine. Tell us, when's the wedding? I don't think you guys will even bother with an engagement at this rate," I asked the most important question with calmness, though Ayesha's eyes were warning me to keep my mouth shut.

"You're still stuck on the wedding, Aleena? Forget that-tell us when the honeymoon is!" Jasmine broke the last thread of Ayesha's temper, and she smacked Jasmine with the same pillow she had been resting on.

I burst out laughing, Ayesha glared, and I turned to look at Jasmine, who was on the verge of laughing uncontrollably.

"Forget about me-tell me, Jasmine. Did you really push that poor soul into the swimming pool?" Ayesha's sarcastic tone turned Jasmine's laugh into a nervous gulp.

"Well... actually..."

For the first time ever, we saw Jasmine stuttering to say something, and honestly, she looked incredibly adorable doing it.

"He broke my deal!" she exclaimed, and in seconds, Jasmine snapped back to her usual self, unwilling to admit any mistake.

"Deal? You literally threatened people, Jasmine!" Ayesha's tone was laced with sarcasm, sharper than ever.

"Absolutely not! It was just a small punishment!" Jasmine yelled, as though raising her voice would make her argument more convincing.

"Punishment? You're acting like he's your boyfriend, come on, Jasmine, you two aren't even dating!" I teased, holding up a mirror to her behavior.

"But he belongs to me!"

Her one sharp, resolute sentence was enough to silence both Ayesha and me. This was unexpected, even for Jasmine. Suddenly, it was hard to decipher her emotions-was this love or just a fleeting infatuation?

Her eyes lit up at the mention of his name, and even though she tried to act bold, her flushed cheeks betrayed her.

"Say that to Rehan," I challenged, my eyes narrowing at her.

"I will," she replied without hesitation, her tone firm and unwavering.

"Well, you claim to love him, but you didn't exchange a single word with him during the car ride, sweetheart. Care to explain?" Ayesha wasn't about to let Jasmine off easily.

"He was tired-" Jasmine began, but I cut her off.

"So?"

"I didn't want to disturb him!" she said softly, her voice barely audible as she dropped her gaze. Jasmine? Not disturbing someone? This was the same girl who'd snatch our phones if we dared to ignore her, yet here she was, tolerating someone else's ignorance.

Ayesha and I exchanged glances. This version of Jasmine was entirely new to us, and honestly, a little unsettling.

"And what about after we got back to the farmhouse? He went straight to his room and drifted off to sleep. He couldn't even say goodnight to you. Doesn't that bother you?" Ayesha pressed, her tone more serious now.

"So what? Like I said, he was tired. Besides, it's better if he sleeps early-it gives me more time to admire his face while he's sleeping," Jasmine defended, doing everything she could to justify Rehan's actions.

The dreamy tone in her voice made me and Ayesha sigh in resignation. But just as we thought the conversation was over, Jasmine's next question completely floored me.

"And what about you, love?" she asked, her grin widening. "You danced with the man you supposedly hate, got jealous of some random girl who just stood near him, and even pushed her before they could take a single step. Care to explain, please?" I didn't hear a word she said. All I heard was that single word-love.

The moment she said it, my heart betrayed me, hammering wildly in my chest. His breathtaking face flashed in my mind-those sharp grey eyes staring at me as if I am the only view he sees, those large hands gripping my waist as if it was their rightful place, and not his maddeningly perfect face that I claimed to hate. Yet, whenever his name came up, it felt like someone was punching me right in the stomach.

"It wasn't me!" I stammered, I had no Idea what on earth I was speaking right now. As my mind replayed our dance, and I could already feel myself losing focus.

"Oh, so your soul did it?" Jasmine snapped her fingers in front of my face, pulling me back to reality.

"Yes!" I blurted out instinctively.

"Uh... no! I mean..."

"First, stop blushing, Aleena," Ayesha interrupted, making me blush even harder.

"What's wrong with these cheeks nowadays?" I muttered under my breath, trying to compose myself.

"I'm not blushing!" I defended, although I knew I was lying.

"Yes, you are," Jasmine said, her mischievous smile widening. That smug grin of hers was enough to make me glare at her. If she didn't stop teasing me, I'd make sure this was her last day on Earth.

"Let's change the topic," I said quickly, desperate to steer the conversation away. "Where were we?"

"Oh, right. On Ayesha and Dr. Zaid's honeymoon," Jasmine said slyly, clearly determined to get on Ayesha's nerves next.

"What will it take for you two to shut up?" Ayesha groaned, clearly done with our antics. Her frustration only made the whole thing funnier.

"Dr. Zaid's card for shopping!" Jasmine and I shouted in unison.

Ayesha's shocked expression was priceless, and Jasmine and I exchanged a proud smile. Our plan had worked flawlessly.

"No way I'm doing this! Are you crazy? How am I supposed to ask him?" Ayesha exclaimed, throwing her pillow at Jasmine again in frustration.

Instead of feeling sorry for Jasmine, I silently thanked God that I wasn't lying next to her. My back was safe from her wrath!

"You don't even have to ask, Hayat," I said smugly. "Just say, 'Zaid, I need the card for-' and before you can even finish your sentence, Dr. Zaid will hand it over to you. It's that simple."

I flipped my hair with pride. There are zero percent chances of Dr Zaid saying No to Ayesha! I mean, come on, he's the most richest man we have seen!"

"I'm not doing it-" Ayesha started to say, but before she could finish her antics, there was a knock at the door.

A sudden flicker of hope stirred inside me. What if it's him? What if he came back to talk to me? I was ready-even if he grabbed me, pushed me against the wall, and in his deep, aggressive voice asked, "What the hell is wrong with you, love?"

Excited, I practically jumped out of my spot and ran to the door. But when I opened it, my anticipation faded. It was just a member of the staff, standing there with his gaze lowered.

"Yes?" I asked, trying to hide my disappointment.

"This is for you, ma'am, from sir," the staff member said, handing me an envelope without looking up.

"Thank you," I murmured, unsure of what to make of the situation.

As the staff left, I closed the door and turned around, only to find both Jasmine and Ayesha staring at me with pointed looks.

I froze under their gaze for a moment, then, without hesitation, I ran towards them and jumped onto the bed. The three of us were now huddled together, eager to see what was inside the envelope.

"What could Mr. Asad Raez have sent me?" I wondered aloud, my curiosity growing.

I carefully opened the envelope and pulled out an old, folded piece of brown paper.

As I unfolded it, I couldn't help but be mesmerized by the handwriting. I didn't know he had such beautiful handwriting.

"Just read it aloud already!" Ayesha snapped, her patience wearing thin.

Finally, I began to read the first letter I had ever received from a man.



I was stunned as I read each line of his letter.

Subject? Is he writing me an offline email?

Five-foot firecracker? Has this mafia guy seriously measured my height? I'm freaking 5'2!

A date? Seriously? This feels more like a warning than an actual letter.

He could've just sent me an email instead of going through all this effort to write a threatening note! And from which angle does this even look like a romantic love letter?

This man is determined to ruin all my romantic fantasies! And if he doesn't change his cold, infuriating attitude soon, I swear I'll murder him myself!

I folded the letter and closed it, but my anger didn't subside. His words kept playing in my mind, and my eyes burned with frustration.

10 a.m. sharp? Does he really think I'll listen to him?

Ayesha and Jasmine were equally stunned after reading the letter. A strange silence took over the room.

"Are you going on a date-" Jasmine began, but I shot her a sharp glare before she could finish her sentence.

"Yes," my other personality snapped out before I could stop it. Great, even my own organs betray me when it comes to him.

"I mean, I'll go, but on my own time. Let him wait." A mischievous idea popped into my mind. Irritating him would be my small revenge.

With that, the three of us decided to sleep, but I couldn't.

I got up from the bed, walked over to the couch, and sat down, still holding his letter in my hand. I read it again. And again. And again.

I felt a wave of anger when I saw he'd called me a "five-foot firecracker," but then my gaze fell on the word "dear."

He called me dear?

I placed the letter on my lap and looked up, trying to cool my burning cheeks. Then, unable to resist, I picked it up again and focused on the word "love."

And that was the last straw. I became a blushing mess.

I hate him-no doubt about that-but why does my heart flutter when he calls me "love"? Why does this stupid feeling take over whenever he's mentioned?

This letter, no matter how infuriating, has become something I'll cherish forever. It's the first letter I've ever received from a man.

I know he hates me, and I hate him too. But... what if? What if there's a chance he loves me? What if he forgets about the deal? What if I could help him recover his loss?

What if...

Carefully, I placed the letter back into the envelope and allowed myself to drift into sleep, where he had already taken up a place in my dreams.

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A beautiful sunrise touched my face, accompanied by the chirping of birds, like a melody gently reaching my ears. I woke up and checked the time-it was already 8 a.m. To my right, our sleeping beauty Jasmine was still lost in her dreams, snoring loudly. Ayesha wasn't on the bed, which meant she was already up.

Letting Jasmine continue her sleep, I quietly left Ayesha's room. As I walked toward my own room, admiring the elegance of the farmhouse, a large black door caught my attention.

The door was slightly ajar, and an irresistible curiosity pulled me toward it. My feet moved on their own, taking me closer to the mysterious room.

I slowly peeked inside, my eyes wandering around the room. It had a black theme-every piece of furniture was adorned in shades of black. In front of me was a large king-size bed. I assumed this was either Asad's room or his friend's, and it didn't feel right to walk in if it wasn't Asad's. Just as I was about to walk away, the blanket slid off the bed, revealing a whole meal in front of me-I mean, Asad's sleeping face and his bare upper body.

Despite my hesitation, my feet betrayed me and moved forward. His long black hair was a total mess, and his face, as always, was expressionless yet utterly breathtaking. My eyes refused to blink; I didn't want to miss the rare sight of this calm and peaceful Asad because I knew the moment he woke up, his threats would resume.

My shameless gaze drifted to his biceps. His right arm rested wide on the pillow, and his biceps looked like an actual pillow. I thought, If I just tied a pink bow around them, he'd look even cuter-my cute Mafia. I blushed at the thought, but then my gaze shifted to his abs.

One, two, three, and four? Only four abs? Where are the rest? I realized the blanket was covering the rest. My inner urge told me to pull off the entire blanket, but I restrained myself. Instead, I picked up the blanket that had fallen and moved closer to cover him again.

As I approached, my breath caught at the sight of his Adam's apple. No way this is happening now! He had no right to look this good with that infuriating attitude of his! My hand moved on its own, lightly brushing against his Adam's apple. Then my fingers dared to reach his jaw. Just as I leaned closer to look into his closed eyes, they suddenly opened.

His serene grey eyes locked onto mine, staring so deeply into my soul that I felt like he could devour me if I didn't move.

"What are you doing here, Aleena?" My name sounded so good in his sleepy voice that I practically melted on the spot. No way am I getting obsessed with his sleepy voice now!

His calmness caught me off guard. I had expected him to shout or push me away, but he didn't even move my hand, which was still resting on his jaw. I was mere inches from his lips, and the craziest part was that I could feel his warm breath on my neck, and he could probably hear my wildly beating heart.

"Your abs fell down..." I blurted out.

"My abs?" he questioned, his voice still groggy.

"I mean, your blanket fell down!" I cursed my inner self for embarrassing me in front of him.

"Done?" His tone suddenly turned sharp, his usual firmness returning, snapping me back to reality.

I quickly nodded and rushed out of the room without daring to look back. Once inside my own room, I shut the door with a loud thud, trying to calm my crazy heartbeat that was on the verge of stopping altogether.

His addictive grey eyes, his voice that felt like a drug, his stone-carved abs, and his pillow-like biceps flashed repeatedly in my mind, making it impossible to hate him.

He shouldn't be this hot! I can't even trust my hormones anymore-they're head over heels for him now!



My peaceful sleep was rudely interrupted by the sunrise-how I hate it! Still half-asleep, I got out of bed, stretching and letting out one last yawn before freshening up to enjoy my favorite view.

After taking a shower and wrapping myself in a bathrobe, I opened my suitcase, which had already been placed in my room. These three men had apparently decided our rooms and neatly arranged our luggage accordingly. Cute. A small smile crept onto my face as I began searching for a particular outfit.

I tossed clothes onto the bed, rummaging through to find the perfect one, until my eyes landed on a black embroidered long gown with a side slit and intricately designed long sleeves. I immediately decided on it, slipping into the gown that fit my body perfectly. I paired it with my black YSL heels and stepped out, ready to search for him.

As I wandered through the house, my steps came to an abrupt halt when the delicious aroma of freshly baked cookies wafted from the kitchen. Intrigued, I made my way there, only to find Ayesha busily making a cake.

As I moved toward her, a woman in her mid-thirties passed by me, carrying a fruit salad and heading out.

The strange thing was that last night, all the staff I saw were male, but today, they were all women in their mid-thirties. Was my eyesight playing tricks on me, or had I simply not noticed the female staff earlier?

Curiosity to explore the beautiful farmhouse overtook me, and I decided to wander around.

Stepping outside, I inhaled the fresh air, marveling at the meticulously cared-for flowers that were beautifully arranged. I became so engrossed in admiring the floral beauty that I didn't realize when I wandered toward the pool.

I would have just explored the surroundings and walked away, but it seemed like destiny wanted me to see him again.

Mr. Rehan Qureshi was standing near the pool, doing some yoga poses. His back was turned toward me, revealing his bare, perfectly sculpted back. He wore black trousers while performing those poses-who even wears trousers while doing yoga and still manages to look this hot? He was driving me absolutely crazy.

This angry bird barely talks, ignores me like I don't exist, sleeps early as if he has work to do even on vacations, and now, his mere presence is enough to spark my darkest fantasies.

He doesn't just have a normal back-it's a perfectly V-shaped, masculine back. His biceps are the cherry on top, not to mention his long hair, which swayed freely in the breeze.

I started walking toward him, and as I took a few steps, my attention was drawn to the fruit salad nearby. Did that female staff bring this for him? That meant she saw his back too? Is she married? A strange sense of uneasiness consumed me, and the mere thought of another woman even glancing at him set my nerves on edge.

I'll deal with that woman later, I decided. For now, I just wanted to admire this angry bird.

I sat down on the chair and began eating his fruit salad while watching his weird yoga poses, amazed by his flexibility. It would've been even better if he turned toward me-at least then I could see his front view.

"Done staring at me, princess, or do you want to stare some more?"

I choked on the apple I was eating as his loud yet calm, dangerously authoritative tone startled me.

Rehan wrapped a towel around himself and came running toward me, handing me a glass of water.

Without blinking, I swallowed the water in one go, but his expression caught my attention. He looked worried. Does he actually care about me?

"Are you fine, princess?" he asked with genuine concern, his hand softly caressing my face.

"What were you even doing here?" he asked, his hand still not leaving my face. He continued caressing it so softly with his rough hands that it felt like my cheeks were on fire. My voice seemed to have gotten stuck in my throat. As I tried to gather the courage to speak, my eyes wandered to his neck and then...

"Look at me, princess. What were you doing here?" His tone was commanding, demanding an answer. His soft voice turned cold in an instant, and his face became void of any emotion.

"I was just admiring the most beautiful view," I blurted out without much thought. Great, I scolded myself, my stupid brain stops working whenever I'm around him.

"Liked the view?" he smirked as his hand moved to my neck, caressing it softly.

"It's not enough, I could admire it for a lifetime," I replied, gulping when his hand brushed against my collarbone. His cold hands weren't helping; they only intensified the urge I had to pull him even closer.

"Will you blink, princess?" he asked, smiling. Wait-did he just smile? His eyes sparkled mischievously, a smile lingering on his lips.

"It would be a sin to even blink while looking at you, Mr. Qureshi." My voice was calm but filled with confidence. There's no way I'm blinking and missing even a second of this moment.

"Don't you think you're a bit... weird, princess?" he teased, standing up and covering his arms with a white towel, as if I might devour him.

Of course, I would-just not now.

"I guess I am becoming weird, now," I replied as I started to stand.

Before I could fully get up, he extended his hand toward me. Blushing, I took it, holding him tightly as I rose to my feet.

Rehan folded his arms across his chest, completely covering himself, and I felt an undeniable urge to pull his arms apart just to count how many abs he actually had.

"Be ready at 5:00 p.m., Mr. Qureshi," I commanded confidently.

"For what?" he asked, his expression confused.

"A date." I turned and started walking inside, but not before glancing back to see his shocked expression, as though he was completely done with me.

Mr. Qureshi, let's see your strength tonight, I thought, blushing at the idea of how our date would unfold.

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