Forcefully His

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MUSA’S POV:

We reached the hotel and saw the manager of the hotel waiting outside for his boss’s arrival.

“Hello Sir, welcome.” He stuttered with fear on his face. He knew it meant death if I was upsetted. I just nodded and and went straight to the dining area where Mr. Abdullah was waiting for me.

I looked around me checking if everything was working right or not. As we neared the reception, I felt someone collide with me. I was this close to snapping at them when I saw the anxious face of my PA waiting for me to shout. I looked down to see it was a girl collided with me. I was so sure that it was w***e trying to get my attention when.

“OW!” Exclaimed a soft voice. I looked down to see that she was looking at me and my world stopped when our eyes met. She was my doll.

“Ugh! I wasn’t looking, at least you should’ve seen where you are going.” She muttered and walked away. I kept my attention on how her voice was like a melody, but then her words registered and my temper rose. I was going to have her respect me, at least in public.

Looking around, I saw that everyone was shocked as to why I didn’t snap at her. Little did they know, she was my future queen. How could I burst at her? I sighed, walked to the dining area and finished my meeting.

After the meeting, “ Get all the information you can find on the girl I collided with.” I told Ahmad.

“Sir please, forgive her. She looked very young. I don’t think she even knew you.” My PA pleaded.

“Did I ask for your opinion?” I roared, the thought of someone defending her made me angry.

“No Sir.” He said timidly.

I went to my office where, a while later, Ahmad came in with a file in his hand.

“H-Here Sir.” He stuttered.

“Leave. Now.” I ordered and started reading her file.

She is an 18 year old daughter of a surgeon and is going to college to become a doctor. It says that she stays away from boys and doesn't want to get married… ever. The last line made me laugh out loud. She doesn’t want to get married, but still she is going to be my wife soon.

I called Mom.

“Hello Mom.” I spoke.

“Hello Son. Is everything okay?” Mom asked.

“Yes… I just want to get married.” I told her directly.

“WHAT? Are you serious?” Mom asked excitedly.

“Yes Mom.” I said, a smile playing on my lips.

“Ok then. I am going to find a really excellent girl for you. You just wait.” She started blabbering

“Mom, I have already chosen the girl.” I informed her.

“Ok… Then I’m sure she must be a good girl as well since my son has chosen her. I am coming to Peshawar 2 days later.” She told me.

“No Mom. Just come to Lahore. That’s where I will be.” I informed my mother.

Mom was in Karachi, at the moment, with my 22 year old sister, Aisha and her 1 year old, Arham.

I finished my work and went home, relaxed as I knew she was going to be mine soon.

Thinking about her, I drifted off into sleep.