HE was raging.

He wasn't sure what led to this moment. Why was she looking at him that way? His manager explained that this campaign will change the views in so many ways so he said yes. What was he missing?

He wasn't sure. At this moment, he doesn't even care. He had to physically restrain himself to not go after her. He needs to fix whatever this is and he will once he gets the chance. For now, he needs to give her the space she needs then she was his.

She leaves the elevator and immediately his manager starts accusing her of delaying the shoot. She nibbles on her lips hiding her emotions behind her famous mask. Yet, he was the only one who could affect her enough to break her mask.

She took a deep breath after she changed into the red wedding dress as she sat for her makeup.

Mahira leans beside her, "Hubby didn't listen to you?"

She winces at the cringe from her words. Who even says, hubby? She can never call her husband such words.

She rolls her eyes, ignoring Mahira knowing well enough that this woman craves attention and her attention is not as cheap as Mahira's.

"He must really hate you for getting me here and besides you". Mahira egged her on as a fake laugh leaves her lips, "Don't worry. I am sure he will realize I am much better than you".

"Fat chance". She finally said, "You can try everything you want with him. I know my husband enough to know he will not even glance at you once".

She knows she was playing Mahira's game yet she cannot hold herself back.

"Wait and watch". With that, Mahira was thankfully away from her

Her manager came in without meeting her eyes. She cannot blame her. She needed protection desperately. Such desperation that she even married a man for it. Having Mahira in her case was probably weaker.

She chews her lips when her manager places the Boba tea in front of her. She can't help the small smile that appears on her lips. She loves Boba Tea. She rarely gets the chance to have it though. Because her diet demands halting such luxuries.

She smiles at her manager as she munches on her Boba Tea forgetting momentarily about everything bad. She was ready in less than fifteen minutes in which his manager was constantly screaming at her.

She drapes her dupatta over her shoulder as she balances the heavy dresses towards the set. Just as she entered the area her steps halted and so did her heart for a second. Before her heart started to pump faster than ever at the sight in front of her.

A man.

Not just a man, a model.

A model she will be working along with.

Shit.

It was too soon. Too soon because she just rejected her husband's touch and to be near a male in close proximity is meant to break her. She turns to look at her manager and now she understands why she was given a Boba Tea.

She felt like vomiting that Tea as soon as she saw who the model was.

Ibrahim Ali.

She had rejected thousands of proposals to work against him. People usually ship them and they said they will make a fire couple. She never gave in to that pressure.

If she was getting into any relationship it was on her terms, not because people wanted her to be with someone. It was no doubt that Ibrahim was a beautiful species. He started young and this world groomed him into a handsome boy.

But that was what he was a boy, not a man.

He was an egotistical jerk.

Not one but on many occasions, he had said things about her. She rejected all proposals because of personal reasons, not because she thinks highly of herself yet this man defame her on national news.

He was there to interview his new fame yet he degraded her for no reason. It was amazing to see how the media laughed at his crude sense of humor and replayed it so many times.

Until, her fans bashed them all. It was amazing to see how much her support got to the channel. They did apologize later. But this man never did.

She felt the piercing pain in her chest as she stood frozen at her spot. She couldn't even breathe and they thought she will model with this man? It wasn't just the way he looks at her or treats her. It was the fact that he was the opposite gender. A gender she was scared of.

After a confrontation with her husband, she couldn't handle a male near her just yet.

"Why?" She asked her manager who stood by her side

"I am sorry. His manager forced me. I wanted to protect you. But his manager didn't give me any options". Her manager rambles as she tries her best to calm herself

Even as she argued with her husband, there was something in her that was calling for him. She wanted her husband. She wanted his arms around her. Maybe, she won't reject his touch this time. But she needed him. Here with her.

Ibrahim turned towards her and with a charming fake smile, he started to come towards her. She held her breath when he invaded her personal space.

"It's good to see you finally stepping down from your high horse. Guess your husband really shaped you into how a woman should be. I would have done it. I am glad someone did though".

She clenches her fist because if not she might attack this man. She can't afford that. Not when she was the owner's wife. She wasn't alone anymore. Her name was attached to her husband's. She had to step back for him.

She glared at the bastard taking her position in front of the mirror. The first few shoots were with Mahira.

She hissed when Mahira stepped on her feet. She was barefoot because she was taller than Mahira. And Mahira was wearing heels.

Heels with sharp ends.

She stepped right onto her feet. She looked down at the blood coming from her feet. Her manager immediately comes towards her with a tissue to clean the blood while huss fell over the team.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry. I was just trying to move past you". Mahira said gasping and she can see the amusement in her eyes, "You should have moved".

She nodded, nonchalantly. Even if her feet hurt badly she wasn't going to give anyone satisfaction. She went into her modeling phase. She ignored everyone and focused on the camera.

"Now Ibrahim". The director said as he position Ibrahim behind her

The gap between them was obvious. It was enough for her to not run away. Yet the first few clicks later, Ibrahim was close to her. She thought the first time his hand touched her waist was an accident. Yet when it happens again, she gritted her teeth.

The fear starts to overcome her senses as she tried to fight back. It was common to be harassed by people in this industry that's why she stayed clear of most people.

She felt her skin starts prickling when the bastard's hand slide slightly down her body. The disgust and panic gather in her chest and she wishes to scream it all out. The ants start to feel all over her skin, especially where he was touching her.

She must have zoned out because one moment she was trying to breathe and the next the bastard was screaming behind her. She turned around to find the bastard on the floor with blood oozing out of his nose as he stared at her husband who had murder written all over him as he stood above him.

"How dare you?" He growled as he pounce at the man but she immediately hold his hand

She thought it was foolish to come between them especially when her husband was raging. It could end so badly. She knows when men lose their senses, they can attack, even by accident.

However, the minute she held on to his cufflinks to block his attack, he pauses. Almost immediately. It stunned her how he stopped all his movement as his eyes turned toward her. The fury was there. But it was there for her.

He took a step back, pulling her in his arms and his nose going directly to her the space between her shoulder and neck. He inhaled deeply and she knows he was trying to put a leash back on his beast.

He kept her in his arms for a few minutes before he took her away from everyone's eyes. They arrived back at his office and she didn't even realize it until he had her on his lap with his arms tightly wrapped around her as he whispers soft words in her ears.

She was shaking.

She knows because he held her hands trying to warm them. She took a deep breath as she snuggle into his body heat.

"It's ok, baby. You're ok. I will handle everything". He whispers, kissing her forehead, "I am sorry I wasn't there on time. God, I will skin that bastard for touching you".

She breathes deeply, "I-It's fine. I am ok".

"No, you are not. And you don't have to be. I can't even imagine ever being in such situations or my mom/ sister in this state. To have my wife there, you have no idea how much I wished to kill him". He roar, "One of my fears include killing someone yet all I wanted to do was kill that bastard for violating you".

She heard the strong rhythm of his heartbeat as she feels her heart calming down.

She pulls away from him, "You don't have to kill for me, ever. You, being near me helps". She feels redness coming onto her cheeks and his eyes soften as adoration shines in them, and his hands come to her cheeks, "I mean it. I am fine now".

"Do you want something to eat? Drink? Something that can help? I am so bad at this". She sees how a frown appears on his face as he tries to find all possible ways to ease her stress

"Just hold me for a minute".

"Just hold you for a minute?"

She nodded, "That's all I need".

After the chaos, he fined the bastard all that he was worth. The videos made the round immediately after the scene. At first, it was Mahira who posted a video of how her husband was an animal who went over an innocent artist doing his job.

Which pissed her off, she never truly went into a confrontation with the little witch, yet she couldn't hold herself from posting a long post on her Instagram. She never used her platform for explanation or harassment yet she did for her husband.

Soon after her post, the video came out of the way the bastard was touching her and in a minute everyone was on their side.

She rolls her eyes when she saw the way people change in seconds. She was happy that there were no more rumors attached to her husband's name. Already there were a bunch of them, she wants to end them all. Even if it means breaking her heart.

As she tries to find a picture to post of her husband she couldn't help herself by stalking all the pictures available on Google. Even when he wasn't posing specifically in any of them. Most of them were random shots from when he was heading to the office, airport, or events.

Yet, he looks so good.

She felt her heart thunder in her chest as she continues to browse when she stalked his Instagram, there was no post. Yet, when she refreshed his page there was a new post.

Her breathing hitched.

It was a picture of when she was looking at something as she zoomed in, she found that it was a picture of when she came back home today with him. After he made sure she was going to be ok, he went to his office.

But, it was later when she sat on the couch with her book to draw something to take her mind off things. It was a picture of her curling into herself with a thick blanket around her and she was focused on the book. Her hair was in messy knots and her clothes were too simple. Yet, the light from sundown was shining over her.

She looks beautiful.

She looks at the caption and her heart must have stopped.

It was a heart.

Just a simple heart in his caption yet it took her breath away. The comments were filled with people swooning and she was far behind.

She wrote, "Better together" under his post and a cheesy smile appears on her lips.

"What got you smiling like that, baby?"

She jumped a mile away when she heard his voice and her eyes meet his eyes.

"Nothing".

He leans on the doorway, amusement appearing in his eyes, "We have a wedding to attend tonight. Do you think you can go?"

"Why not?" She shrugged

"I don't want to overwhelm you". He said, brushing his hands through his hair with a sigh, "With everything, I would rather not attend anything. But it's one of my business partner's weddings and it will look good on our image".

"I will go".

He looks like he wants to say something. But he just nodded walking away.

She has to say that being his wife has perks. His manager delivered a brand new suit from their collection that she can dream of. It felt like pride to wear her husband's brand clothes. Even though he wasn't directly aligned with the clothing unit.

She twirls around liking the way the dress gathers. She stumbles a little and his arms come out holding her elbow. He gazes down at her in awe as he tries to form a sentence. She did mention he was the worst at the compliment and he wants to say something.

"The dress makes you look good". He blurted out

He almost slapped himself.

"That means I don't look good unless I have the right dress?" She teases and he knows she knows how bad he is at this

He rolls his eyes, as his thumb brushes over her cheeks, "You don't need anything to look good".

"Sure".

He shakes his head, taking her hand as they exit the house. He opens the door for her, helping her sit in by bending down and gathering her dress pushing it inside the car. He places it in such a way that creases don't happen.

She smiles as his hand brushes over her feet and a wince leave her lips. He frowns as he brings her feet to his eye level looking at the redness.

"What is this?" His voice was thick

"It's nothing. I just get hurt easily".

He didn't believe her. But he didn't push, "Why are you wearing heels then? They will hurt more".

Before she could have said that she was habitual to wearing heels, he was off somewhere inside the house. As she waits for him, she finds a pair of flats in his hand with an antiseptic in the other hand. She felt her heart fluttering as he bends taking her heels off, throwing them somewhere, applying antiseptic, and placing the flat on her.

"No need to hurt yourself for nothing". He grumbles

She smiles. He pushes back as he walks to the other side. Since he was driving she had to hold herself to not swooning over him. He had one hand on the wheel while the other held her hand.

She didn't even realize until they reached the venue that she did spend the whole ride obsessing over her husband.

She blushes.

He opens the door, bending a little as he forwards his hand. She takes his hand as he pulls her out of the car. He wraps his arms around her taking them inside.

The time went by pretty nicely and he kept her around her at all times. His eyes narrows briefly at the man who was looking at his wife. He knows his wife looks like the epitome of beauty. There was no one else who shines as brightly as his wife did. If he had a heart, he was sure it will not be enough to soak her in. She was so beautiful it almost hurts.

He glares at the man wrapping his arms tightly around her as he leans on the wall behind her and she was now standing in front of him. She leans onto him with a sigh as she relaxes in his arms with her head on his chest.

There were some moments in life when you can see your life flashing like an old movie in front of your eyes. When he gazes down at her and her eyes meet his eyes, that was his moment. He didn't want to look away one second from her. She draws his attention like a fire to a moth. He didn't dislike it.

The bride enter yet his eyes didn't leave her nor did she pulls away from him. Her eyes held excitement as she watches the new bride coming in. Not realizing that she was a bride too. He can still remember each detail of her henna. He had imprinted it. He picks up her hand where the fading henna was. He liked it too much. Even when he was sensitive to smell, he didn't mind one bit the smell of henna that came from her. Instead, it overpowered his senses in a way, he didn't even think something as simple as henna could do.

He plays with her hand not even glancing at anyone or anything. These events usually suffocate him. He hates people, plain and simple yet he didn't mind standing in the crowd if she was by his side.

"Let me go and meet the bride". She said grinning like a child and he can't help the small smile that was threatening to come out, "She is so pretty. I want to see her up close".

He nodded. He let go of her hand after pressing a kiss on them. She blushes as she rushes past him towards the small stage set up for the groom and bride. His eyes never left her as she climb the three steps immediately chattering with the bride. She kept her distance from the groom who wasn't looking at her which was something he respects. A loyal man.

He found the food was about to open so he quickly sneaked toward the first waiter to bribe him for his bride.

She looks around to find her husband who had vanished somewhere. She felt a frown appearing when she didn't find him. She was so sure she felt his eyes on her the whole time.

"You look gorgeous". Someone said and she yelp looking at some guy standing in front of her, "I didn't think I will ever see a celebrity in my life".

She nodded as her eyes still seek out her husband. Her husband had ruined her for anyone else. Just as she was about to step away a hand wrapped around her waist and this time she didn't even shrieks. She knows his touch. It warms her inside.

"Hi, baby". He whispers kissing her cheeks, "Sorry I went away for a minute".

She nodded, smiling when her eyes caught a plate in his hand filled with her favorite sweets. She snatches it from his hand as he pulls her back to his front while he holds the plate in his hand and she starts eating. He places his head on her shoulder as he kisses her hair and then her cheek again.

She didn't even see the guy in front of her running for the hills at the sight of her husband because she was so busy with her sweets.

She finished the whole plate in seconds as she grins at him, "Thank you".

He brings his thumb to her lips, wiping the crumbles, "You're welcome, my love".

Just as placed the plate away everyone gathered on the dance floor. She stands with her husband observing the celebration as some people throw the money after moving it over to the newlyweds. He takes her hand dragging her towards the center and she grins. She starts to relax in the crowd by having her husband near him when he takes out a few notes (money) from his pocket. She thought he was going to go to the couple to move it over them yet he move it on her throwing it in the air.

Her eyes widen as she leans in to whisper, "The bride is there".

He smirks, leaning into her, "My bride is right here".

Him 🥹🫶