All Chapters of The CEO's Contracted Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

— Z A H I R —°°°“Just look at her, she’s beautiful!” I hear my dad say and my head snaps in the girl’s direction. But I can't see her face because it is blurry. Well, a corner of my heart sighs because I am not getting to see her witch-like face but another corner clenched tightly when I do not get to see her face. Why am I sad? You want to know? Because my dad is forcing me to marry this girl. But unfortunately, I am not even able to see her face. I squint my eyes as I focus on her face but… fuck! It is still blurred. Did she do any crime? Because this usually happens with the faces on news channels when they are talking about some serial killer. Serial killer! My eyes lower on her and I find she is in a white gown. A white fucking wedding gown. A long veil is resting on her head but it is not covering her face. I feel restless all of a sudden and I am not able to see her face. I turn to look at my behind. My dad is grinning there and I pout like a small child on his first da

— A D Y A N T — The sun was setting, showing the day was about to end and I was driving back home. For the last several days, I was away from my family for some important meeting in another country, but now I was eager to meet my family. You can call me a restless person without my family but my family is like a breath for me. Abdul salutes me as soon as I reach the door of the house. I just give him a smile and then take my car forward as the main door opens. In the middle, I hear my child’s voice while taking the car through the dark pathway. When I look out through the window, I catch Ryan, my lovely boy playing in the garden. With Shraddha, his caretaker and Rayma. I raise my brows when I do not find Zahir with him. Because my younger brother Zahir comes to play with my child in the evening. Ryan’s got a cool uncle who plays with him even though he comes tired from work. Well, all thanks to my stubborn child who does not let anyone sit at rest. Parking my car, I walk towards

— H O O R —“How are you now?” I ask her as soon as I reach her room. Parul, my friend, lives in her room though there's nobody to take care of her. Along with my dad, I take care of her because she is also suffering. I have no problem taking care of two people at a time but who wants to see their loved ones suffering from diseases that can be proven fatal in later stages of life? They say the human mind is prone to think negatively first. And the same is with me, of course, because Parul’s health only deteriorated. My dad could not walk after an accident at his workplace and I was broken when I found he could not walk anymore. I have seen him struggling and regretting on his own that all the burden was automatically on my shoulders. I could not save him at that time but I can save my friend from getting sicker than she already is. Parul is lying in bed. She looks up at me as soon as she hears my voice. I first came to check on her because I knew Dad would be sleeping in his room

— Z A H I R —°°°A week has passed since the day of celebrating happiness but my father's mood has changed completely. I have been noticing for a week that he does not talk to anyone well. His smile, which was inevitable, is no longer found on his lips. He even stopped joking every now and then. Now he does not insult me ​​in front of everyone. How did this change all of a sudden? This change is strange. Sometimes he does not even listen carefully to things. It seems every moment, he is just thinking about something. There is something that is bothering him. And I did not like this change at all. I hate every change that causes my father’s smile to become rare. That is why today I am going to him with the intention of getting to know the reason. I want to ask him what has been bothering him for the last week. Taking a deep breath, I knock on his door. “Come in.” The voice reaches my ears. I push the door open, peeking inside. My dad is sitting on his chair, wearing specs, and he

— H O O R —°°°I did not know how the next month passed. The night of Zahir's proposal I was able to easily forget because I was not impressed by his proposal. I was not even affected a bit by it. Two days later that night he came to see me again and he also gave me his contact, saying that if I change my mind, I can tell him. Well, nothing like that is going to happen, yet with some respect, I accepted his number. Nothing affected me at that time. Why would such a strange thing affect me? But that night after Zahir left, Parul asked me a lot of questions. She did not like that I turned down the proposal of marriage because even for a moment she can think that marriage without love exists. I also believe that arranged marriages exist, but love is there for everyone in life. Cannot love happen after marriage? Sure it is possible, but a great personality like Zahir refused to even believe it. But I do not want to give many judgments about that man. Every person has his own different