His Arrogant CEO

Baby, Bullets, and Broken Promises

The gunshot was deafening.

I didn't feel pain at first. Just Zayan's body slamming into mine, throwing me to the floor. His blood was everywhere - on my dress, on the carpet, on my hands.

"Zayan!" I screamed, trying to hold his face. "Zayan, look at me!"

His grey eyes were wide with shock. A red stain spread across his white shirt, right over his heart. "Baby," he gasped, his hand going to my stomach. "Our... baby..."

"Ambulance! Someone call an ambulance!" I screamed, pressing my hands on his wound. Blood poured between my fingers. Too much blood.

Danish walked in calmly, gun still smoking. "Hello, bhabhi. Surprise."

"You monster!" I sobbed. "You shot him! He's your brother!"

"Half-brother," Danish corrected, kicking Zayan's leg. Zayan groaned in pain. "And he stole everything. Malik Industries, the money, the name. Even Aiza loved him more. And now you."

He pointed the gun at my stomach. "But I can fix that. No wife, no baby, no heir. Everything becomes mine."

"Don't touch her!" Zayan roared, trying to stand. Blood gushed from his chest. He collapsed again.

"Stop!" I threw myself over Zayan's body. "If you want to kill someone, kill me. But don't touch my husband!"

Danish laughed. "How romantic. The innocent girl protecting the arrogant CEO. Did he tell you how he begged Aiza to forgive him as she died? Did he tell you it was HIS fault?"

"Shut up!" Zayan coughed blood. "Inaya, run... save our baby..."

"I'm not leaving you," I cried, kissing his forehead. "You promised forever, Zayan Malik. You don't get to die on me."

Sirens wailed outside. Police. Security. Danish's face twisted. "This isn't over, bhabhi. I'll be back for what's mine. For you, and that bastard child."

He ran, disappearing into the night.

The next 48 hours were hell.

Zayan was in surgery for 6 hours. The bullet missed his heart by 2 millimeters. "One inch to the left and he would be dead," the doctor said. "He's lucky. Or stubborn."

I didn't sleep. Didn't eat. Just sat beside his bed, holding his hand, talking to my belly. "Your Baba is strong, baby. He has to come back to us. He promised."

On the third day, he opened his eyes.

"Inaya," his voice was rough, broken. "Baby?"

"Our baby is fine," I sobbed, kissing his hands. "You saved us, Zayan. You jumped in front of the bullet."

"I'd do it a thousand times," he whispered, touching my stomach. "Are you hurt? Did he—"

"No. I'm fine. We're fine. Because of you."

He closed his eyes, tears leaking out. "I failed Aiza. I couldn't save her. But I saved you. I saved our family. Maybe... maybe I deserve to live after all."

"Don't you dare talk like that," I said fiercely. "You are not going anywhere. You have a son or daughter to hold. You have me to annoy for the next 80 years. You have a company to run and an empire to build for our baby."

He smiled weakly. "What if it's a girl?"

"Then she'll be the most spoiled princess in Pakistan," I laughed through tears. "And if it's a boy, he'll be just as arrogant and handsome as his Baba."

"God help the world," Zayan whispered, pulling me gently to his chest. The machines beeped angrily, but we didn't care.

One week later, Zayan was discharged. The first thing he did was fire every security guard and hire a new team. The second thing he did was burn the contract in front of me.

"No more rules," he said, sliding a new ring on my finger. Real diamond. 10 carats. "No more 1 year. No more 'Mrs. Malik on paper'. You're my wife, Inaya. My real wife. The mother of my child. My forever."

"And you're my arrogant CEO," I smiled, kissing his scar. "My protector. My home."

But as we drove home, we didn't see the black car following us. Danish was still out there. And he wasn't done.

That night, Zayan held me all night, his hand on my stomach, his lips in my hair. "I love you," he kept whispering. "I love you both so much."

"I love you too," I said. "Both of us do."

For the first time since Aiza died, Zayan Malik slept without nightmares. Because his home wasn't a mansion any

more.

His home was me. And our baby.

But war was coming. Danish wanted blood. He wanted Malik Industries. He wanted me.

He just didn't know that messing with a pregnant woman married to a billionaire who already died once for her... was the worst mistake of his life.

Zayan would burn the world down for us. And I would help him light the match.