His Arrogant CEO

"The marriage will last for 1 year only," Zayan Malik's cold voice echoed in the huge office. His grey eyes showed no emotion as he pushed the contract towards me. I, Inaya Ahmed, stared at the papers with shaking hands. "Mr. Malik, I... I can't..." "You can and you will," he cut me off. "Your father's company will be bankrupt in 7 days. This marriage is the only way to save 5000 employees. Sign it." My father was sitting beside me, his head down in shame. "Inaya beta, please. For your Dada's company... for our family honor." I looked at Zayan again. 28 years old, 6'2", billionaire CEO of Malik Industries. The most arrogant and ruthless man in Pakistan. And now he would be my husband? "Rule number 1," Zayan continued, "You will never enter my bedroom without permission. Rule number 2, No emotional drama. Rule number 3, After 1 year, we divorce and you get 10 crore. Agreed?" Tears rolled down my cheeks but I picked up the pen. For Abbu, for our workers, for everything... I signed. "Good girl," Zayan smirked and stood up. "Pack your bags. You are moving to my mansion tonight. Mrs. Malik." Mrs. Malik... The title felt like a prison sentence. Little did I know, this contract marriage would change both our lives forever. The mansion was bigger than any palace I had ever seen. Marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and servants lined up to greet me. But it felt colder than ice. "This is your room," Zayan said, opening a door. "My room is at the end of the hall. Don't come there unless I call you." I nodded, tears still fresh. "Can I... can I call my Abbu?" "Once a week. For 5 minutes only," he said without looking at me. "Remember the contract, Inaya. No emotional attachment." That night, I cried myself to sleep in a bed bigger than my whole room at home. I was Mrs. Zayan Malik now. A wife on paper, a stranger in reality. But as I heard his footsteps pass by my door at midnight, stopping for just a second... I wondered if the arrogant CEO was as heartless as he pretended to be.