ruthless to knees

The Deal

Saad(The groom) his house was grand — all polished marble, iron gates, and imported cars lined outside. Adi’s SUV stopped at the entrance, his driver waiting.

Inside, Mr.Ahmed sat on a large sofa, his tone cold as he questioned the guard,

“He is from…?”

“Adil Khan.” His name was enough; the man stiffened, recognizing it. "Send Mr.Adil inside immediately," he replied.

And then Saad entered — polished shoes, gelled hair, the perfect “dulha” every aunt dreamed of. He frowned when he saw Adi with his father having a dialogue that looked rather important.

“What do you want?” Saad asked bluntly.

Adi leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, eyes burning into Saad’s. “You broke off the engagement with Samaira.”

Saad’s lips curved slightly. “Yes. Her reputation is… questionable now. My family doesn’t want such scandals.”

Adi’s fist twitched, but he forced himself to stay calm. “Your business is struggling. You’ve been looking for investors.”

Saad’s smirk faltered.

Adi continued, his voice low and lethal. “I’ll give you a contract with one of my companies. A secure position, more money than you’ve ever seen. All you have to do is one thing.”

Saad narrowed his eyes. “And what’s that?”

Adi leaned closer. “Marry her. Keep the engagement intact.”

Saad laughed bitterly. “You’re bribing me to marry her? And why is that exactly? Why don't yoarry her and justify the already running gossips?”

Adi’s jaw clenched. “That is none of your business.( because she wants her name clean, because the rumours aren't true, because she is the purest soul, but he said none of the above instead he used the known road. The brutal one, money the master stroke that works.)I’m giving you a choice. Either take the deal and gain everything — or refuse, and watch me destroy every opportunity you’ve got left. You won’t just lose Samaira. You’ll lose your business, your standing, everything.”

Saad’s father shifted uncomfortably. “Mr. Khan, this is—”

Adi cut him off, eyes locked on Saad. “So, Saad. Will you be the man who walks away? Or the man who takes what’s offered?”

The silence stretched. Finally, Saad swallowed, arrogance flickering into uncertainty.

“I’ll think about it,” he muttered.

Adi stood, towering over him. “You have twenty-four hours. Think carefully. Because you will make amends before things get out of hand.”

Without waiting for an answer, Adi turned and strode out. His footsteps echoed like gunshots in the marble hall.