His Arrogant CEO

His Hidden Jealousy

"Who is Adeel?" Zayan's voice was deadly calm. Too calm.

I froze with my phone in hand. "My... my childhood friend. He's coming to Lahore for—"

"No male friends," Zayan cut me off, snatching my phone. "You are Mrs. Malik. My wife. You don't need other men in your life."

"But it's just Adeel! We grew up together," I protested. "Your contract didn't say—"

"It does now. Rule 5," his grey eyes were storms. "No talking to other men. No meeting them. No smiling at them."

He was jealous. The arrogant CEO was actually jealous! A small smile touched my lips.

"Are you smiling?" He grabbed my wrist, pulling me close. "Do you think this is funny, Inaya?"

"No," I whispered, heart racing at his touch. "I just... I didn't think you cared."

His grip loosened. For a second, confusion crossed his face. Then the ice wall was back.

"I don't care. It's about my reputation," he said, throwing my phone on the bed. "Your father is coming for dinner tonight. Behave like a proper wife."

As he walked out, I noticed his fists were clenched. Zayan Malik, the man who claimed to have no heart, was burning with jealousy. And secretly, I loved it.

Maybe this contract marriage wasn't so one-sided after all.