The morning after the wedding, Ayesha woke up as Mrs.
Ayesha Rayan Ahmed.
She was sleeping in the biggest bedroom in Lahore, on a bed made of imported silk, wearing a diamond necklace worth 5 crores, and next to her was sleeping the most handsome man in Pakistan, her husband Rayan.
But her phone was ringing non-stop.
50 missed calls.
All from an unknown number.
She picked up.
“Hello?” A woman’s rude voice shouted from the other side, “So you finally trapped him, huh?
You poor gold digger waitress!
Do you think you have won?
You think you are now a queen?
Let me tell you, I am the real queen of his life!” “Who are you?” Ayesha asked, scared.
“I am Mehwish.
Rayan’s first love.
From college.
Before Zara.
Before you.
He promised to marry ME 7 years ago, then he left me for London studies.
And now he married you?
A waitress?
You will regret this, Ayesha.
I will destroy your marriage!” She cut the call.
Ayesha’s hands started shaking.
First love?
Another ex?
How many exes does this man have?
Rayan woke up and saw her scared face.
“What happened, Jaan?
Why are you white like a ghost?” Ayesha told him about the call.
Rayan’s face turned dark.
“Mehwish?
She is still alive?
I blocked her 7 years ago!
She was obsessed!
She tried to…” He stopped.
He didn’t want to scare Ayesha on her first morning as his wife.
“Listen, Ayesha, don’t worry.
It’s just an old college drama.
I will handle it.
Today is our first day as husband