Next morning, Ayesha was cleaning tables when a black Mercedes stopped right in front of the hotel.
Everyone stared.
Rayan Ahmed stepped out wearing a black suit and sunglasses.
He looked like a hero from a movie.
He walked straight to Ayesha.
“Let’s go,” he said coldly.
“Where?” Ayesha was shocked.
“Shopping.
My fake girlfriend can’t wear a waitress uniform to my grandmother’s palace.
Everyone will laugh at me.” He grabbed her hand.
His hand was warm and strong.
Ayesha’s face turned red.
All her colleagues were staring with jealousy.
At the biggest mall in Lahore, Rayan took her to a designer store.
“Dress her.
Most expensive one,” he ordered the staff.
They gave Ayesha a beautiful red gown.
When she came out of the changing room, Rayan forgot how to breathe.
She looked…
stunning.
Her long black hair, her innocent eyes, her shy smile.
She didn’t look like a waitress.
She looked like a princess.
“You…
you look okay,” he said, trying to hide his feelings.
But his eyes were saying something else.
Ayesha looked at the price tag.
Rs.
80,000!
“No!
This is too expensive!
I can’t!” Rayan came closer.
He was so close that she could smell his perfume.
“You are MY girlfriend for 30 days, Ayesha.
You will wear what I say.
Understand?” He paid the bill without blinking.
Then he gave her a small velvet box.
Inside was a diamond necklace.
“This is fake too…
right?” Ayesha asked in a low voice.
Rayan looked into her eyes and whispered, “The necklace is real.
But our relationship is fake.
Don’t confuse them.” He made her wear the necklace himself.
His fingers touched her neck.
Ayesha shivered.
At that moment, Ayesha realized.
This 30-day contract was not going to be easy.
Because her heart was already beating too fast for this ruthless CEO.
And Rayan realized something too.
He wanted to make this fake relationship…
very, very real.