Jennifer Winget as Maya Zaidi (27 years old)
CEO of GLOW UP ENTERPRISES.
'Es Dil Ne Kayee Dard Sahe Hai. Ab Isme Taaqat Nahi Rahi Kisi Se Muhabbat Karne Ki.'
Zain Imam as Ramiz Baig (30 years old)
CEO of BAIG ENTERPRISES.
'I don't know when and how it started. But I think I am falling for you, Miss Zaidi.'
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Her life was perfectly fine until he storm inside it. And became obsessed with her. And ruined her for other man. •Jasmeen• He's unbelievably handsome, even though he wears mask. He likes to call himself King. And me His Whore. He likes to remind me every second that I belong to him. Whether I like it or not. He's my stalker. And he made my life my worst nightmare. •King• Beautiful Face. Long Hairs. Whiskey Eyes. And Curvy Body. She was the definition of My Obsession. The moment I laid my eyes on her, I knew she had to be mine. Whether it be physically or be in papers. I am ready to claim what's mine.
History was repeating itself. Once again the groom was replaced at the last moment, but this time he wasn't kidnapped. Fate had him back out itself. Unlike before, this marriage wasn't out of love, but an inconvenience. While Saqib's heart beats for Arzoo. Her heart was shattered into pieces. 'I am...... sorry, Arzoo." His voice repeated in her mind as tears cherished her cheeks. Arzoo's gaze went from her parents to her grandparents, to her relatives. Searching for one person, who knew what she was feeling right now. She raised her eyes to his, slow and unwilling to find his gaze was already fixed on hers. Only to find him seated on the groom's seat. "Do you Saqib Hamza Khan son of Hamza Rizwan Khan take Arzoo Ayaan Khan as your wife?" The Qazi asked, his eyes settled on the groom. "Why him though?" "Kyuki Agar Mera Baad Tumhe Koi Bepanah Mohabbat Karta Hai, Toh Woh Hai Saqib." Imran said with a smile. "Mujhe Kisi Aur Ki Biwi Ki Jagah Tumhare Bewa Bankar Zindagi Bhar Rehna Manzoor Hain." Arzoo exclaims while tears continue streaming down her eyes. "Par Mujhe Yeh Manzoor Nahi, Arzoo." Imran said a bit angrily. "Unlike other men, you read in novels, I want you happy, your whole life instead of grieving my absence." "Qubool Hai." Saqib says loudly, emphasising each word as if telling Arzoo that he was there for her like always. But this time not as her best friend, but as a husband. A single tear slid down her eyes, which had his chest tighten. With that, she was now, Arzoo Saqib Khan. She got married to her best friend instead of her first lover, Imran. Zoya nearly loses her posture, but Ayaan's hand found her waist to secure her balance. Tears blurred her vision. As she utters, "Ayaan, Humne Koi Zyadti toh nahi ki na, Arzoo Ke Saath?" For once Ayaan felt at loss for words. In what felt like forever Ayaan whispers, "I don't know. Bus Yahi Dua Hai Ki Hamara Faisla Inke Haq Mein Ho."
"This feels so right." Ayaan whispered, putting my hair behind my ear. Making butterflies appear in my stomach. "Wh-What?" I asked nervously. "You being My Wife." He said staring at me with such intensity in his eyes, making me blush. Hearing him calling me His wife, did something to my heart. "You were the one who kidnapped Mustafa, weren't you?" I asked suspiciously. A chuckle escape his lips, making him even more handsome than he is. "Yes." He agrees. "Why?" I gasped. "Jaan Ho Tum Mere, Zoya. Aese kaese Mein Tumhe Kisi Aur Ka Hone Deta." He growls possessively, pulling me closer to him. *** Zoya Ahmed Malik was a simple, sweet girl. She was insecure about her looks. She always craves her father love which she never got. And her aunt and her cousin never failed to make her life more miserable. She didn't thought that love do exist in the real life too, until he entered her life. Ayaan Rizwan Khan was a popular and successful singer worldwide. His fans loved him a lot. He never thought he would be in love with someone. Until fate intertwines and he met a beautiful girl. And he knew that he fell for her in the very first sight.
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