Lahat ng Kabanata ng Billionaire Possessive Mind: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

DUAAIt's been two hours, and I'm still sitting on the bed, looking here and there like a lost puppy.That's it. I can't stay here anymore. But that devil's warning keeps echoing in my head...Take one step out of this room and I swear-you'll regret it for the rest of your life.Blah blah blah.Ugh, man, what do I do now?It's okay, Dua. You can do it. Be brave. You're not a coward.Aur kya karega wo? He's just a man. A scary, psychotic, billionaire mafia man... but still a man.I took tiny, cautious steps toward the door. For some weird reason, my heart was thumping like crazy. Why the hell am I scared of that joker?But he is damn scary,I grabbed the doorknob and twisted it slowly.CLICK.It's open?! YES!!Stepping out, my eyes widened at the sight in front of me-a huge, no actually massive, hall stretched before me.This place is not just a mansion. It's a full-on palace.This scary joker guy is filthy rich.Of course, he's the biggest tycoon in the world. But how the hell did I e

DUAAHis words echoed in my mind like thunder."We're getting married."What does he even mean?This man is out of his senses.His presence was suffocating, yet magnetic. His eyes locked onto mine with a dangerous calmness that froze my insides.He looked like he owned the world—and now, he was claiming to own me."Get ready. We're getting married," he repeated, voice deep and unshaken."What do you mean?" I snapped, locking eyes with him, trying not to let fear win."We're getting married, Jaan."That word again. His voice wrapped around it like a vow, drenched in something dark and possessive."No, we are not" i said my voice slightly shaking. "Yes we are!"I stepped back instinctively. "I—I will never marry you!" My voice trembled despite the volume.He stepped forward.I stepped back.His gaze never left mine."You will, baby. By hook or by crook, you will. I'll make sure of it," he whispered the last part, his tone dangerously low."No. Never!" I screamed, defiance laced with pa

DUAA"Mrs. Duaa Zayan Khan, that's her identity!" He said to his dad.How can he shout like this at his father? I won't lie, but I was scared when his father said to throw me out.But isn't it good if they just throw me out so I could be free?But this monster in front of me would never let that happen.He was gripping my hand so tightly."I will throw her out then!" His dad came running, angry, and tried to hold my arm."Don't you dare, Dad!" He said with gritted teeth's at his father looking in his eyes. I flinched hard, and without knowing, my grip tightened on his hand.His father looks like a angry man, and I'm not liking his anger right now.No wonder he is his son!Zayn's eyes were red, and his veins were popping out due to anger.His hand was tightly holding mine, and I know they will leave marks there."Zayn, why don't you understand?" His father shouted.They were looking into each other's eyes with anger like they would kill any second.Is he even his father?"I said don't

"Shhh, I am here," he said, patting her back and looking straight into Zayn's burning eyes.Zayn was just looking at them, unable to explain the volcano that was burning inside him.If it had been someone else hugging her, he would have buried him 100 feet down in the earth.Fortunately, it was his own brother hugging his wife.Zayn took some fast, angry steps toward them and pulled Duaa away from Sharaiz's embrace.Pulling her toward himself, he moved her behind him and stood in between both of them.He looked back at her with his dark, dominant eyes, which held a different anger and fire this time.He was tall and huge enough to hide her behind his giant body.He had never even let a single guy touch her hand, and here she was hugging him with her whole body attached to his.He cracked his neck bone in anger, moving toward her ear, he whispered, "You made a very wrong move, Biwi (wife), and trust me, I am going to make you regret this tonight," he whispered through gritted teeth, s

DUAA No, no, no. I didn't agree to marry him once, and now they are saying to marry him again. Hell no. I will run away before the marriage takes place. No, I can't. And I will take my family away from these people. But he will still be my husband. No, I will send him the divorce papers. Yes, that's right. God, please help me. "Including our wedding night, Love!" His words echoed in my mind. What does he really want from me, huh? I just have to run away from him at any cost. "You both will stay in different rooms until you both get married again!" Dadi said. Oh, thank god! Now he will stay away from me. "What the heck, Noo. Never!" Zayan shouted in a second, looking at them. "And it's final!" Dadi said, ignoring him. Oh, Dadi, I love you. "Take the bride to the guest room!" She said, making me feel weird by the word 'bride.' A girl with straight light brown hair and a girl who was the same age as me came. "Chalein, Bhabhi!" the brown-haired girl said. (Let's go, si