All Chapters of Billionaire Possessive Mind: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

DUAA"No, no, no, please. Not again, please, no. He can't do this.Not without my permission. He is hurting me. He never did this before, but now he does.He hates me now.He is going to force himself on me.Hell no, I am not that weak.I can't let him do that to me.No, I won't let him.His expression was dark, holding a promise to destroy me.To ruin me tonight.But I can't let him—The sound of his belt buckling stopped my heart for a second.I looked at him, each muscle tense, and he was pleading to relax them.Each curve of his huge body was moving.I looked at his chest where his tattoo was.When I looked closely, I saw a name written as royally as he wrote on me.Anaya.It was Anaya. Who is she?I have heard this name many times from him.He saw where I was looking, my expression changed to confusion.He loves her.There was a small heart after her name on his chest.If he loves her, then what does he want from me?"Anaya!" I whispered the name on my tongue. He closed his eyes

DUAAI wiggled in his hold to free myself, but his grip was too tight.I hate him. I hate what he did to me today.I will never forgive him.I am not that weak, Mr. Zayan Khan.I will make you regret this. I promise you."You are not going anywhere, Jaan!" he spat out, looking at me with his dark, dominant black eyes."It's my brother's wedding!" I said, pissed off.My feet were hurting like hell. I couldn't bear the pain."No, not until your wounds get better," he said, looking at my feet."You are the one who caused these!" I said.I am not scared of him anymore because what he did is enough for me to let go of all fear.His expression changed somewhere.Guilty?No, a person like him doesn't feel guilt.I looked down and chuckled."I am sorry," I looked up at him my neck bone cracked , shocked.Wait, what?Did he just apologize?"What did you just say?" I asked, not sure if he really apologized."I am sorry, Jaan," he said again, looking into my eyes, and a gasp escaped my mouth.Hi

DUAAI was checking some files when my phone began to ring. Without checking the caller ID, I answered the call."Yes—" before I could say anything, the other person spoke first."Where are you?!!" His cold, arrogant voice came from the other end. Even over the phone, his voice sent chills down my spine."I'm at the office," I replied, shifting my gaze back to my files. The call ended, and I stared at the phone, sighing about what kind of person he is. I shook off the thoughts of My Arrogant husband and kept working. "Send Mr. Asif to my room!" I instructed on the call while organizing the files. I got up from my chair and walked over to my glass wall that offers a great view of the city. I noticed everyone rushing around, busy with their work as if their lives depended on it. Then, I spotted a clumsy girl running down the street who tripped and fell. I smiled, thinking back to my own past. I used to be just like her when I was that age. I was deep in thought when I heard a knock.

The lights in the penthouse were low, casting the marble floors in a soft, golden hue. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city pulsed—alive, vibrant, and oblivious.He sat alone on a leather sofa, drink in hand, ice clinking softly against the glass. The massive screen across the room glowed to life, illuminating his face in pale light. And there she was.The video looped silently—her laughing, dancing, spinning in that white dress under fairy lights at the wedding. Not even her own. She hadn't noticed him there. Most people don't notice the man who is behind all this.But he noticed her.He leaned forward slightly, eyes locked on her image. Frame by frame, he watched her—zooming in, pausing at the soft curve of her smile, the way her hand brushed back a strand of hair."She's...something else," he muttered, almost to himself. The kind of voice that wasn't used to not getting what it wanted.He took a slow sip of his drink, still watching her like she was a painting he couldn't

Gunfield – Late EveningThe sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a burnt orange hue across the deserted gunfield. The wind was still, as if holding its breath for them. Duaa stood stiff, the heavy metal of the gun unfamiliar in her soft hands. Her fingers trembled—partly from the cold... mostly from the man standing behind her.Zayan's shadow loomed over her before he stepped closer, his body brushing against hers. She flinched.He chuckled darkly, voice low. "Relax, jaan. I'm not going to shoot you. Not today."She rolled her eyes but said nothing, her chin lifting slightly in defiance. He smirked. That sass—it made his obsession worse.He stepped even closer, his chest pressed against her back now. One hand on her waist, the other curling around her wrist to adjust her grip on the gun."Your fingers are too soft for this," he murmured near her ear, breath hot on her neck. "But you'll learn. You're mine. And mine knows how to survive."he added "Survive for me,"Her heart pounded lo