Javaria's POV

This wasn't fare in any way, how come that orphan got someone so handsome like Asad and I'm stuck here with Aabid? I grunted when I got an e-mail from Aabid demanding to know why I blocked him. 

I put my phone away and focused on driving the lambo I had rented using what remains of Aabid's money, I don't know who the hell he think's he is thinking he could keep me around when he doesn't have anything else. 

I pulled up to the hotel my parents and I were staying at and parked. I got out and pulled my Louis Vuitton bag outside fixing it on my shoulder, and fixed my Gucci glasses. Every guy was staring at me, every guy besides Asad. 

I ignored all of them and entered the elevator until I got to the top floor, I entered the last door in the corridor walking confidently in my 9 inch heels.

I bet Rayyana can't do this, she can't ever be as graceful as me.

A smirk fell on my face when I thought about that loser, that loser that Asad for some reason won't leave.

 I walked straight until I saw my parent's sitting down on the beds. 

"Javaria, where did you go?" My mom demanded, I sat down on the bed and took off my shoes. "Out with Asad." My mom's ears perked up "Really?" I took my glasses off and nodded at her. 

My dad was on the other bed, staring outside. He wasn't on board with any of this and said we should stop, but what does he know? I actually didn't like my parent's together or separated in fact I hated them. 

Rayyana was so lucky, she didn't have to worry about her parent's constantly nagging at her. "It was going great before Rayyana came and ruined everything." I finished rolling my eyes. 

My blood still boiled at the way she had just barged in, and the way Asad immediately focused on her and not me. That little dog had him wrapped around her dirty finger. 

 But she's forgetting, people like rich more then poor.

Asad will soon be mine

Rayyana's POV

I stared into the fire Asad had lit up, my mind was everywhere besides here in the beautiful cabin. 

Me and Asad weren't about to have... No! I won't allow him too.

I turned to look at him, he was busy checking the kitchen for food. "Nope, nothing here which is weird since I bought some food yesterday." I sighed in relief and got up "Well, look's like it's time to go home!" 

I rushed to the door and was about to open it when I stopped suddenly... Where was the door handle?! "Looking for this?" I turned around to see the door handle in Asad's hand. 

"How did you- Give that back Asad!" I yelled at him, I jumped around trying to get it back but Asad was way too tall. I huffed in defeat and sat back where I was before. 

I frowned into the fire wondering what was about to happen. "So... Mois huh?" I nodded "Is he... hot?" I flared my nose and snorted "No." Asad raised an eyebrow at me. "Look Asad, it was a one time thing 6-7 years ago! Let it go." 

He had no right to keep me in this cabin. "Hm." He sat down next to me also staring into the fire, I always imagined me and my husband like this. 

Now I despise the idea. 

"Why is Javaria here?" I couldn't tell him, I have to come up with something. But what? "I don't know." I said shrugging. "Don't lie to me Rayyana, why did she come to me specifically?" I shrugged again "I really don't know." 

Asad sighed in frustration "Why did you fucking come in the restaurant mad?" I sighed back at him "I said I don't know are you deaf?" He suddenly got up "SHE WANT'S ME RAYYANA, SHE FUCKING WANT'S ME."

I stared up at him trying not to show my fear, something about grown men yelling always got me shaking. "SHE USED MY COUSIN, AND NOW SHE WANT'S TO USE ME, WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT THAT RAYYANA? ARE YOU GOING TO LET HER STEAL YOUR MAN?"

I looked into the fire before getting up brushing myself off. 

"My man? who is my man? You?" I crossed my arms across my chest "Asad, you said yourself that this marriage is a business deal and nothing more. And besides, your a grown man. You can say no to her." 

I was falling for the man in front of me, all those little moments between us where he was acting like a caring husband got to me. And for a good 2-3 days I thought we could be an actual couple but clearly not. 

Me and Asad were getting along fine these past few days, and now Javaria ruined it but also saved it. Actually, saved me. Asad had followed her, he had sat with her in a fancy romantic restaurant and actually listened to her. 

Maybe he would have followed her back to her hotel if I didn't come. Me and Asad don't belong together, and now if he divorces me I'm going to say okay because isn't that what I want? I could live here in Canada on my own. 

I could start a book, become a writer like I've always wanted to be. And then possibly get married again... probably not.

But as I think about it more and more... I hate the idea. I hate the idea of Asad and me divorcing, I hate the idea of him and Javaria getting married. 

I hate the idea of us separating. Because deep down Asad and I belong, if he could just see me more then a deal. 

But that was never going to happen was it?

Javaria had saved me by showing me that this man in front of me doesn't deserve me. 

But then why was my my mind telling me other wise? Why did I actually believe we could work in some dark twisted way? 

I blinked back at Asad remembering we were in an argument right now.  

"That's it?" He was calm now, too calm. I just stood there waiting for him to say something, something I want to hear. 

"You don't care if I divorce you and marry Javaria?"

I do

I shook my head "No."

"You don't care that no man will ever want you because your divorced?"

I do

"No."

We stood there staring at each other before he let out a soft laugh. 

"Sorry Chasmish but no matter what happens, whether we fall out or not your not leaving me. You will continue to stay and be my wife as long we both live."

He walked away and fixed the door handle before turning to me 

"And if you do decide to leave me, I will kill any man that so much as breathes in your direction." 

I gulped and heard the door behind me slamming shut, then I heard the roar of the engine and then it fading away. 

He had done it again.

He had left me just like always.

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