He was in the middle of an important meeting when his phone rang. "Excuse me," he muttered to the room, standing up and stepping outside the meeting to take the call. "Speak..." he answered, his voice calm but still focused. "Send greetings to me first. Then I’ll say something," came the request from the other end, her tone slightly tinged with a quiet plea. It was a request she had made for two days now, and yet each time he answered the phone, he would immediately say, “Bolo” (Speak). It was as if he hadn't yet learned the simple courtesy of greeting. "Good Morning," he quickly said, fulfilling her demand. "Good Morning... and bring food. Tell me if you want anything else," he continued, making the request casually but with a hint of amusement in his voice. Tasha smiled as she listened, her tone lightening. "Come quickly, I’m starving. And bring something sweet—my mouth is so bitter right now," she asked in a sugary voice, almost coaxing him to hurry. Daniel chuckled
Tasha was lounging in the living room, watching TV, when a familiar scent wafted through the air. "The smell of Mr. Bruno's cologne," she murmured to herself. She closed her eyes, a soft smile spreading across her face as she inhaled deeply. Glancing toward Daniel Bruno’s room, she saw him step out, dressed impeccably in gray jeans, a white shirt, and a matching casual gray coat. His neatly styled, gelled hair complemented his effortlessly charming demeanor as he walked toward her. Tasha couldn’t take her eyes off him. A sense of excitement bubbled within her as she admired him, but as he neared, she quickly looked back at the TV, trying to feign indifference. Despite her best efforts, her attention remained firmly on him. Daniel noticed her but ignored her gaze, a faint smile tugging at his lips, and walked past the lounge, heading toward the door. Just as he was about to leave, Tasha’s voice stopped him in his tracks. “Where are you going at this hour?” She rose from the
When Daniel came out, Safdar was sitting in the car waiting for him. "What did you think of the people who came over for dinner today?" Daniel asked as he got into the car. Safdar smiled as he buckled his seatbelt and started the car. "He made time because before marriage, he was always busy, and no one could meet him. Now, after marriage, he’s more available, so his friends decided to take advantage of that." Daniel chuckled. "Well, it’s the opposite for you. Most people ignore their friends after marriage, but you’ve been visiting everyone. It’s good to see you and your wife getting along so well." Safdar glanced at Daniel. "Don’t rub it in." Daniel leaned back with a deep sigh. At that moment, Safdar’s phone started ringing. He glanced at the screen, surprised. "Is your phone off?" he asked Daniel. "No, why?" Daniel replied, looking curious. "Your wife is calling me," Safdar said, showing him Tasha’s name on the screen. "Put it on speaker," Daniel said. Safdar an
Tasha scrambled to get ready for university, her morning running later than usual. She chose a stylish blue top paired with crisp white capris, draping a blue dupatta loosely over her shoulders. Her glossy pink lips highlighted her natural beauty, though her expression betrayed annoyance. She hastily grabbed her bag and stepped out, her phone ringing unexpectedly as she reached the lounge.The sight of the flashing number on her phone screen startled her. Without answering the call, she paused mid-step, a flicker of panic crossing her face. Before she could act, Daniel appeared, his gaze locking onto her with unmissable intensity.In her blue ensemble, Tasha looked radiant. The rich hue of the outfit contrasted strikingly against her fair complexion, while the gloss on her lips added a soft allure. Daniel’s eyes darkened with admiration. His possessive nature made it difficult for him to let her step outside, knowing that her beauty could turn heads. But for Tasha’s happiness, he curb
Daniel Bruno sat at the head of the meeting table, the hum of voices around him barely registering. His focus wavered when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen—a message from an unknown number. Frowning, he tapped to open it.The first image made his breath hitch. His chair screeched as he shot to his feet, the blood rushing to his face. Confusion turned to a storm of rage, tightening his chest and curling his hands into fists. The veins on his neck throbbed as his jaw locked. With a sudden burst of fury, he slammed the phone onto the table. The sound cracked through the room, silencing every conversation.All eyes turned to him, wide with alarm."Meeting adjourned," Daniel growled, his voice tight, teeth clenched. Snatching up his phone, he stormed out, his movements quick and sharp.Safdar Bruno, sitting across the table, scrambled to his feet, rushing after him. "Daniel, what's going on?"Daniel didn’t even slow down. His voice, sharp and cutting, echoed down the hall. "Nothi
Tasha wasn’t sure when in the night Daniel Bruno had woken up, but he had held her close as he slept. When she finally pulled away, tears filled her eyes again. Memories of the night overwhelmed her—his fiery presence had consumed her for hours. Even in the darkest part of the night, he hadn’t let her go. At some point, Daniel’s intensity gave way to a softer touch, and she had drifted off to sleep under his protection. Now, as she looked at him, tears streaming down her face, he stirred awake and met her gaze with his reddened eyes. “Still crying, Tasha?” he said with a soft smirk. “Weren’t the tears you shed last night enough?” Tasha’s voice shook with anger as she replied, “Every moment near you is torture. I hate you, Daniel Bruno. I hate you with every part of my being.” She moved to leave the bed, but Daniel grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his chest. “Hate me all you want,” he whispered, his grip tightening. “But you’re mine now, Tasha. For every night of the rest of
Daniel Bruno got ready for work and entered the lounge, where Tasha sat on the sofa in a bathrobe after her shower. Seeing her upset face, Daniel took a deep breath, momentarily unable to think clearly. Anger simmered inside him—Tasha, his wife, his love, his pride, sat there as if nothing had happened. His frustration grew when he remembered how another man had looked at her, enough to drive him to madness.Despite his immense love for Tasha and his desire for her, he wanted her willingly, not by force. Yet, his patience was wearing thin. If she didn’t reciprocate soon, he feared he might lose control completely. Still, Daniel couldn’t forgive Raima Abbasi for her involvement in this mess. He couldn’t understand her motives or why she sent those pictures of Tasha. Though Raima had already left for London, Daniel was determined to hold her accountable. At the same time, he struggled with whether he could forgive Tasha for the humiliation he felt.Tasha, however, remained his weakness.
Tasha was taken aback when she saw the girls who had just arrived with Gul Bano, carrying various items in their hands. Among them was Daniel Bruno’s secretary, holding several shopping bags and boxes. Curiosity sparked, Tasha opened one of the boxes. Inside was an elegant, stylish, and expensive red bridal dress. The second box revealed glittering gold jewelry—adorned with red pearls—heavy jhumkas, a headband, modern gold bangles, and bracelets. There were also a few pairs of delicate sandals. Everything was exquisite and clearly expensive, leaving Tasha thoroughly impressed. "Daniel Bruno’s taste is quite remarkable—impressive," Tasha commented as she inspected the items one by one. "Ma’am, please try on the dress. If you need any alterations, let me know. I’m your stylist; Mr. Bruno hired me just for you," said one of the girls, a stylish and polite woman, flashing a warm smile at Tasha. Tasha smiled back, her amusement growing at the woman’s words. "Ma’am, I’m your makeu
“Tasha, open your eyes.” The lights above flickered as the hum of machines filled the room. Daniel sat at her side, his hand gripping hers with a desperation that made his fingers ache. Tasha’s once-vibrant face was now pale, her breath shallow, a thin sheen of sweat clinging to her forehead. The blood that had poured from the wound in her side had soaked through the hospital sheets, staining them a dark red. Her body was fragile, lifeless, and as still as the silence in the room.His heart was breaking in ways he never thought possible, each beat a painful reminder that the woman he loved was slipping away from him, and he could do nothing to stop it. His eyes were swollen from tears, his face streaked with them.His grip tightened around her hand, as if he could hold on to the last fragments of her life with sheer will alone. But even as he held her, even as he whispered her name over and over, it felt like the world was slowly fading to black."Tasha, please… please, wake up. I’m
The opening of the mall had arrived, and excitement filled the air. Daniel, standing near a jewelry stall, was busy directing his workers, making sure everything was perfect for the big day. The mall was filled with people, buzzing with energy, and yet, Daniel's mind seemed distracted.A flicker of movement caught his eye in the mirror before him. A boy stood behind a pillar, but Daniel thought nothing of it at first. After all, it was such a crowded day, and people were everywhere.But when Tasha entered the makeup shop a little later, Daniel's mind was drawn back to the strange sensation that someone was watching her. She was absorbed in picking out lipstick shades, inspecting them carefully in the mirror, when suddenly, her heart skipped a beat. In the reflection, she saw the boy from earlier – Carl – standing just behind her.She spun around quickly, her breath caught in her throat, but no one was there. It must have been a trick of the light, she thought, dismissing the unease cr
For the grand opening of the mall, Daniel had decided not to invite any actors, actresses, or high-profile political figures as special guests. Instead, he wanted the moment to be about one person—his wife.Tasha’s car pulled up outside the mall, and without hesitation, Daniel stepped forward to open the door for her, right in front of the waiting media. His smile was warm and inviting as he extended his hand to her."Come on," he said, his voice full of affection. Tasha, her heart racing, placed her hand in his, stepping out of the car gently. She was standing in front of the media for the very first time, and it made her feel a bit anxious. But before she could get too nervous, Daniel wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. The simple act of his touch helped to calm her nerves, making her feel more at ease."Here, take the scissors," he said, holding them out to her. Tasha, still in a bit of a daze, had assumed he was joking, but seeing the serious expression o
That evening, after a long and grueling day, Tasha returned home to find Daniel waiting for her in the living room. The apartment was dimly lit, the soft golden hue of the table lamps casting a warm glow. The aroma of fresh coffee lingered in the air. She closed the door behind her with a tired sigh, and there he was—Daniel—lounging on the couch with an easy, mischievous smile on his face.“How was your first day as boss?” he asked, setting his laptop aside with a deliberate slowness, as if he were savoring the moment of her arrival.“Exhausting,” Tasha admitted, kicking off her heels with a grateful grunt and collapsing beside him on the couch. Her shoulders were tense, her muscles aching from a day filled with meetings, decisions, and memories she had been trying to bury for years.Daniel’s arm was around her in an instant, pulling her closer to him. His touch was grounding, like a lifeline. “And yet, you survived. That’s my girl,” he said, his voice full of pride.She smiled weakly
They had been working together for a week, but it seemed unlikely that this girl had even seen him once. He was lying beside his new bride, lost in thought, remembering Tasha. The image of her beautiful yet simple face, full of confidence, kept playing in his mind. A wave of deep regret swept over him. He wished he had appreciated her more, that he had valued her in the way she deserved. Maybe, if he had, she would still be with him now.Tears welled up in his eyes, and he quickly sat up, rubbing his eyes roughly, trying to push the painful thoughts away. His heart was breaking. The girl he had once known, the girl he had lost, was now married to someone else. She was no longer his, and it was all because of his own foolishness and insecurities."How's everything going?" She asked softly, her voice gentle as she styled her hair. She leaned her chin on his shoulder, wrapping her delicate arms around him, showing concern. He could feel her care for him, yet his thoughts were elsewhere.
Shehryar paced back and forth in his office, his brow furrowed with frustration. The weight of the company’s recent losses pressed heavily on him, and his temper simmered. His brother, Carl, sat across from him, visibly worn from the arguments they’d been having for weeks.“Has our time come?” Shehryar snapped, slamming his fist onto the desk. “Now we’ll work like employees in our own office under a girl?”Carl adjusted his glasses and sighed deeply, his patience thinning. “We’re not employees, Shehryar. We’re still partners.”“Partners?” Shehryar barked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Don’t joke with me, Carl. She owns 70 percent of the shares, and we only have 30 between us. That means she calls the shots in everything from now on!” He slammed the back of his chair in frustration, his anger palpable.Carl leaned forward, rubbing his temples. “Instead of yelling, maybe we should hope she’s competent enough to save what’s left of this sinking ship. We’ve got nothing left but this c
“Would you help me with something?” Daniel asked, holding a stack of papers in his hand. He extended them toward Tasha with a warm, encouraging smile.“Help? With what exactly?” she asked curiously, raising her eyebrows as she took the papers from him.“Well…” He leaned back casually, his tone light but deliberate. “I bought seventy percent of the shares of a failing company.”“What?” Her voice shot up in surprise, her brows furrowing in confusion. “Why would someone as smart as you invest in a company that’s going under?”“Because I thought I could turn it around,” he replied with a shrug. “But life has a way of throwing curveballs, and I’ve been too busy to focus on it. So, here’s the deal: I’m handing it over to you. You’ll be managing it from tomorrow.”Tasha’s jaw dropped. “Me? Are you serious? I don’t know the first thing about running a company!”Daniel raised an eyebrow, a sly smirk forming on his lips. “Why not? Did you get your degree just to decorate the house?”“That’s not
Tasha lay in bed, her eyes heavy but stubbornly refusing to close. Beside her, Daniel was peacefully asleep, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath. Yet, even in his sleep, he seemed restless, as if the memory of something unresolved lingered in his subconscious. A soft whisper escaped his lips, almost an apology directed at himself.Tasha couldn’t help but study his face, her gaze tracing every line and curve. “How beautiful he is,” she thought, a soft smile playing on her lips. Daniel was her prince, flawed yet captivating, and even in the darkness of the room, he exuded a warmth that drew her closer.She leaned in, her nose brushing lightly against his, and closed her eyes. The heat of his breath fanned her cheeks, and for a moment, the world stilled. “This,” she whispered to herself, “this is the most beautiful moment.”Daniel stirred slightly but remained asleep. Tasha chuckled softly, a memory tugging at her heart. “I remember,” she began, speaking to him though sh
"Let’s have breakfast quickly. You must be starving,” Daniel said, his voice steady but carrying a hint of concern. He watched Tasha closely, as though gauging her mood.Tasha raised her eyebrows, her lips curling into a wry smile. “I must be? How do you know?” she asked, her tone teasing yet laced with curiosity.Daniel hesitated for a moment, his confusion evident. “What do you mean?”“That I’m hungry,” she replied softly, leaning back slightly, her eyes never leaving his.Daniel smirked, though his gaze turned serious. “How could you think for a second that I’d have breakfast without you? Especially today, after you called me yourself. Do you know what that means to me?” His voice dropped, becoming almost a whisper.Tasha blinked, slightly caught off guard. Daniel wasn’t the type to show his emotions so openly. But when he referred to her as his “E” – the affectionate nickname only he used – her heart skipped a beat. He could have called himself Daniel, the name the world knew him