6 years ago

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I was on the bed naked with my head a bit hazy due to all the alcohol. She was right below me, our clothes carelessly discarded on the floor.

I could feel her perky breasts under my hands and shivers ran down my spine. The wetness between her legs on my knee made me swallow hard

'What are you doing Kaif? You shouldn't!'

My conscience yelled at me but I couldn't! It was too late now and my dick throbbed soo much that it ached. What the hell is wrong with me?

"Kaif .....kaif beta!" She whispered beneath me and I felt a lump in my throat.

I should run....but how long could I?

My vision was blurring and I couldn't think straight. I closed my eyes and with shaking hands grabbed my member and pushed it inside her. I digged my face in the crook of her neck as tears fell from my eyes and her back ached.

'This is wrong.....this is soo wrong! Allah forgive me.'

I groaned as she rolled around and strandled me.

"M....Maasi (aunt)?!" I stammered wincing in pain.

Just then we heard footsteps. She gasped and we both looked at eachother horrified.

She covered my mouth and rolled over again taking me on top. The bedroom door suddenly opened.....

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Present day

The flight landed and I took a breath smiling. I was finally back to my country. My India! My home!

With my luggage, I stepped out in the humid air or my dear nation and breathed in the air. It felt soo nostalgic all of a sudden.

"Right here....we are here beta!" A middle-aged woman screamed waving from the crowd beyond the fence.

A young man around my age ran towards her with his trolley and hugged her. Tears of joy flooded in her eyes. She was the man's mother. It made me smile and I imagined, what if Mom came right now and hugged me like that. But that's just wishful thinking right?

I saw a man in a black suit holding up a board with my name on it. Guess he's my bodyguard now. I walked towards him with a sigh.

"Sir, I'll be escorting you to the mansion. From now on Mr Alam has appointed me as your...."

"Bodyguard! I know. Keep walking and lead the way." I said rather bluntly. He blinked at me. Yeah, I'm not like my father with all those gentle and considerate words.

"Y... yes sir. Ofcourse. Right this way please." He said taking my luggage and walking ahead.

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I lowered the window of my back seat as we entered the gate and my eyes moistened at the site of my beautiful home. It looks exactly the same like before.

Somehow, I was reminded of the scene from the movie Kabhi khushi kabhi gham, where Shahrukh Khan comes home after years and his mother waits for him with tears in her eyes and the plate and everything to take her son in her arms. Tsk, I grinned at my own stupid imagination. If Mom even waits at the door step for me I'll be lucky and grateful to Allah. Although I'm grateful to him for giving me a chance to come back.

I stepped out of the car with a pounding heart and there she was.... right there at the entrance.

"Mom!" Tears cascaded down my eyes. Finally....she's right in front of me.

She walked towards me looking straight at me.

'Yes Mom, your son is back. Take him in your arms now. Please.'

But it was too much to ask as she just walked past me and got in her car.

"I'll be going to the company office for a while. Show sir to his room. I won't be back anytime sooner." She said and was gone.....just like that.

I watched her leave with a heavy heart and walked in the house.

My room wasn't the same as before. Ofcourse, I was just 20 back then. All the superhero posters and that flashy paint was changed now.

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Dad met me for dinner not like a father but just like a company's chairman talking about business to the newbie. He asked me to take over as the new CEO and understand the company, it's employees and the work before finally taking over as the new managing director. He said his employees are what make his company and I should win them over.

He also informed me that the father of my perspective bride works in our company too and I'll be meeting him formally.

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Alam Group of Companies!!!

Right from Infotech, hospitality, infrastructure and training and consultancy, we handle everything.

For the past 50 years my grandfather and my father have carried on this business making it one of the top companies in India with the average turnover of 90,000 crores.

Now, it will fall on my shoulders to take it further and flourish in the business world just like my father.

An EGM (extraordinary general meeting) was held for the resolution of appointing me as the new CEO. Given my old reputation it was a close call yet I managed to receive enough votes from the shareholders for my appointment.

The employees gathering as I entered the room. I'm not gonna lie. I was hell'a nervous. Especially, with all the whispers and most importantly, thinking about meeting Her father. I hope he just rejects me....

"So he is the chairman's son who came back from London. Wow, he's soo handsome!!! He looks straight out of a movie...no he looks like a super model....how can anyone be soo handsome.....oh no! Didn't you hear the rumours? He's a rapist!..... OMG! you're right! He gives off such dangerous vibe too....what do we do? Having someone so dangerous as our new boss.... should we just quit?.....who knows if we'll be safe or not.... I've also hear that he's getting married to help clear his reputation.....ah, I feel terrible for whoever will be his wife."

I ignored it all and continued with my speech of how we'll be all working together and take this company to the top and all those promises. However, they weren't just fake promises. Heck! I'm not a politician. I do what I say.

Although, out of all the whispers I heard, being called a rapist and stuff didn't bug me as much as being called Handsome! I'm not just a pretty face... I work hard till I break and that's what they need to realise.

I was shown to my cabin later on. Damn! Glass walls, seriously! So that everyone can keep an eye on me every frickin' time. Geez, thanks dad!

I saw the remote on the table. Ah, thank God! Atleast they are switchable walls. I pressed the button and the glass were frosted.

I took a deep breath and sat on my chair. I'll deal with the employees and try to win them over yeah, but right now I need to get my thoughts straight and mentally prepare myself for meeting my perspective father in law.

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We sat on the couch both at each ends trying to bear with the awkward atmosphere. What am I supposed to talk about? I don't even know her name yet.

And as if he read my mind,

"My daughter's name is Naila."

"Oh....um...." Ok so.....now what?

After another long silence he finally spoke.

"Sir, we are from a middle class family. We don't match your status at all. You rich people can do anything you want and no one can touch you but for normal people like us a single mistake can devour us whole mercilessly in this society.

My daughter is already devoured by this society and they still eat at us whenever they get a chance."

I could somehow perceive what he was saying but the last part confused me.

"You might hear a lot of things about my daughter and we have heard a lot of things about you. I don't know how your destinies are written by the Almighty but I hope in the end it turns out for good. I'll just request 1 thing of you.... please never hurt that girl." He said and stood up to leave.

"Mr. Aziz," I said and he stopped in his steps.

"I'll never hurt your daughter and I can assure you she'll be quite happy but ... I can't assure you if..... she'll be happy with me." I said.

"I understand." He said and left the room.

His words bothered me for a while. Did something happened with his daughter? Well, I'm just doing this for Mom, I shouldn't think about it too much.

It was then when I got a hint of what the matter was when I heard 2 employees gossiping outside my office. Maybe they thought I wasn't there as the lunch break had just ended.

"You mean to say the new CEO will marry manager Aziz's older daughter?"

"Yes, I just heard the team leader say. The manager didn't seem too happy about it."

"Ofcourse, who'll be happy to marry off thier daughter to a rapist?! Tsk, tsk, tsk, I feel bad for the poor girl."

"Don't waste your sympathy on her. Didn't you hear she's a slut? She sleeps around with whoever she likes, that too since college. Poor manager sir, he had lived such a respectful and pious life but he has to bear the stain of such a disgraceful daughter. Ara, ara.... I say it's good that those 2 are getting married."

"Hm.... made for eachother." They laughed.

My hand clenched in a fist. Damn it! That....that girl. She's....shit!

How can Mom do this to me! Such a girl to my wife?! I can never accept that!

Everyone's the same! All the women in the world are selfish, manipulative and self-centred! Just because they have an an attractive body that means they can do anything.

That bloody slut is going to be my wife! Fucking hell!

I banged my fist on the table as my blood boiled in my veins. But what can I say or do huh? It's not like I can go to Mom and ask her to call of the wedding. She'll sent me back and... I'll be dead to her. I'll lose her forever.

No! I won't let that happen! I can't!

Because, if this time if she abandons me again, I'll really die.

So I swallowed up my anger and pride and agreed to the wedding.

The preparations had already began before I even got to India. Almost all the big short and famous people were invited. Right from businessman, politicians to celebrities and ambassadors.... everyone received the invitation. It seemed no less than Akash Ambani's wedding.

The media from almost every popular news channels and news papers, magazines had crowed outside the house and company from before a month.

And to top it all I was all over the news. The new CEO of Alam group of companies....son of Shabbir Alam, getting married to a manager's daughter.

I hope that slut is enjoying this publicity too. Maybe that's why she agreed to marry me. Go on! Enjoy it while you have it, the fame, fortune.... let's see how far it can take you

Miss Naila Aziz.

I sat cooped up in the far corner of my room hugging my kness on the floor shaking with anxiety and fear. I closed my ears shut in an attempt to stop the voices but they seemed to even penetrate through the walls and even my hands and I heard them loud and clear.

Who are these people? Why are they here?! Go Away!!!

The media people had crowded outside our building gate. They were calling out for me.... screaming thier questions and my name.

'No, no no!!!! Go away. I don't want to hear it! I hate people..... I hate everyone....and I hate that man....th....that r....ra....rapist! I don't want to marry him.'

I cried on my knees praying the voices died down but the never did until night but at night....in my dreams....some old noises echoed.

Slut....whore....what a bitch....she slept with him....is she even a Muslim?! She lost her purity....burn in hell..... selling your body.....you disgusting prick..... go die!

But then a gentle hand carrased my cheek pulling me out of the cold water. A warm breath lingered on my lips.

"Don't die.....you have to live.....hey.... please....wake up!"

I woke up with a jolt. Why did I see that dream after soo long?

Who was that man? No matter how much I try I can't seem to remember his face. I wish, atleast once I could see him, I could just remember his face. I wish I could thank him.

The man.... who was my savior!