Chapter 1: The Forced Marriage
The hall in Lahore was decorated with dim lights. Ayesha sat in her red bridal dress, her hands trembling. She was only 23, a simple middle-class girl who dreamed of a small, happy life. She never imagined her wedding day would be like this.
Her father had tears in his eyes. "Forgive me, my daughter," he whispered. "I have no other choice. If you don't marry him, we will lose everything."
Ayesha looked at the man sitting in front of her. Rayan Ahmed. The billionaire CEO from Karachi. Tall, handsome, but his eyes were cold like ice. He was wearing an expensive black suit and looking at his phone, as if this marriage was a boring business meeting.
He looked up at her and said in a cold voice, "Listen, girl. This marriage is just a contract. My Dadi forced me to marry you because your family once helped her. I don't love you. I will never love you. After one year, I will divorce you and give you money. Understand?"
Ayesha's heart broke. Her eyes filled with tears but she nodded. "I understand."
The Nikkah started. "Ayesha bint Ahmed, kya aapko Rayan Ahmed ke saath nikkah qabool hai?"
Ayesha closed her eyes. She thought of her sick mother in the hospital, her father's debts. She said in a low voice, "Qabool hai."
Rayan said "Qabool hai" in an angry voice without even looking at her.
Just like that, Ayesha became the wife of a billionaire who hated her. She was now Mrs. Rayan Ahmed, the rejected Pakistani bride. What will happen when she goes to Karachi to his big mansion? Will he ever love her?
To be continued...