His Arrogant CEO

I Am Pregnant

Two months. Two months since Danish's attack. Two months of Zayan sleeping outside my door with a gun. Two months of stolen kisses, whispered "I love yous", and broken contract rules.

But today, everything changed.

"Two lines," the doctor smiled. "Congratulations, Mrs. Malik. You're 6 weeks pregnant."

My world spun. Pregnant? With Zayan's baby? The arrogant CEO who swore he'd never love again?

I drove home in a daze. How would I tell him? Would he be happy? Or would he think I trapped him? The contract said no emotional attachment, no babies...

Zayan was in his office, signing papers. He looked up, and his cold mask melted instantly when he saw my face. "Inaya? What happened? Are you hurt?"

I couldn't speak. I just placed the test in his hand. Two pink lines.

Silence. Dead silence. His face went blank. My heart broke.

"You... you're pregnant?" his voice was hollow.

"Yes," tears fell. "I know we didn't plan this. I know the contract—"

"The contract is dead!" he roared, standing up so fast his chair fell. "Burn it! I don't care about any damn contract!"

He crossed the room in two steps and grabbed my face. "Are you happy? Tell me you're happy, Inaya."

"Yes," I sobbed. "Are you?"

He dropped to his knees, his hands on my still-flat stomach. "I'm terrified," he whispered, kissing my belly. "And I've never been happier in my life."

He looked up at me, tears in his grey eyes. "You gave me a family, Inaya. You gave me a reason to live. I lost Aiza, I almost lost you to Danish, but now... now I have two people to protect."

He stood and crushed me to him. "We are getting married. Real wedding. No contract. No 1 year. Forever. Do you hear me? Forever."

I cried into his chest. "What about Danish? What if—"

"Let him come," Zayan growled, his hand protective on my stomach. "He touches one hair on your head or our baby's, and I will burn this whole world down."

The arrogant CEO was gone. In his place was a man, a husband, a father. And he was mine.

But as we held each other, we didn't know Danish was watching us from outside, his gun aimed at my pregnant belly, whispering: "Goodbye, Mrs. Malik."