Ayesha’s heart was beating so fast that she thought it would come out of her chest.
Stay in his room?
In the same room as Rayan Ahmed?
“No…
I can’t,” she whispered, stepping back.
“Rayan, this was not in our deal.
The deal was to be your fake girlfriend, not…
not to sleep in your room.” Rayan put his phone back in his pocket.
He looked at her scared face and his expression became soft, but also mischievous.
“Ayesha, it’s just one night.
Dadi Jaan is testing us.
If you run away now, she will know everything is fake.
Then no money for your mother.
Think about your mother in the hospital.” He knew her weakness.
Her mother.
Ayesha closed her eyes.
Tears came out.
She had no choice.
For her mother, she had to do this.
“Okay.
But…
you will not touch me.
Promise me,” she said, looking at him with pleading eyes.
Rayan felt a strange pain seeing her cry.
He was the ruthless CEO whom everyone feared, but this poor girl’s tears were making him weak.
“I promise.
I will not touch you without your permission.
You are safe with me,” he said in a low, honest voice.
They walked back to his huge bedroom in the palace.
The room was bigger than Ayesha’s whole house.
A king-size bed was in the middle with silk sheets.
The whole room smelled like Rayan’s expensive perfume.
“You sleep on the bed.
I will sleep on the sofa,” Rayan said, taking off his coat.
Ayesha stood near the door, too scared to move.
“No, it’s your room.
You sleep on the bed.
I will sleep on the floor.” Rayan laughed.
“My girlfriend sleeping on the floor?
If Dadi sees that, she will kill me.
Come, sleep on the bed.” He was so stubborn.
Ayesha slowly walked to the bed and sat on the very edge, as far away as possible.
She was still wearing the red gown.
Rayan went to the bathroom to change.
When he came out, he was wearing only a black trouser and a white t-shirt.
His muscular body was visible.
Ayesha quickly looked away, her face completely red.
“Why are you so shy?
Have you never seen a man before?” Rayan teased her, enjoying her reaction.
“I…
I have to change too.
I can’t sleep in this gown,” Ayesha said.
Rayan opened his closet and threw a white shirt at her.
“Wear this.” It was his shirt.
It was huge.
Ayesha went to the bathroom and changed.
When she came out, Rayan’s breath stopped.
His big white shirt was reaching her knees.
Her long hair was open and wet.
Her legs were bare and beautiful.
She looked more attractive in his shirt than any model in a designer gown.
“You…
you are trying to break your own rule,” Rayan said, his voice husky.
His eyes were dark with desire.
“What rule?” Ayesha asked innocently.
“You said I should not touch you.
But you are looking like this in my shirt.
How can a man control himself?” Ayesha got scared and quickly got into the bed, covering herself with a blanket up to her neck.
“I am sleeping!
Good night!” Rayan smiled.
He turned off the big light and turned on a small dim lamp.
He lay down on the sofa, but his eyes were on her.
For a long time, there was silence.
Only the sound of the air conditioner.
“Rayan?” Ayesha whispered after 30 minutes.
“Hmm?” “Are you awake?” “How can I sleep when a beautiful girl is sleeping in my bed wearing my shirt?” Ayesha blushed in the dark.
“Can I ask you something?
Why are you so cold to everyone?
Everyone is scared of you.” Rayan was silent for a long time.
Then he said in a sad voice, “Because when I was kind, people used me.
My own father left my mother for money.
My best friend cheated me in business.
So I decided, it’s better to be ruthless than to be hurt.” Ayesha felt very sad for him.
She forgot her fear and said softly, “Not everyone is like that.
I am not like that.” Rayan got up from the sofa and walked to the bed.
He sat beside her.
Ayesha got nervous again.
“You are different, Ayesha.
That’s why I am curious about you.
From the first day when you spilled coffee on me and instead of running, you shouted at me…
I knew you were not like other girls who only want my money.” He slowly touched her face.
His hand was warm.
Ayesha did not push him away this time.
She looked into his eyes.
For the first time, she did not see a ruthless CEO.
She saw a lonely man.
“Rayan…” she whispered.
He leaned closer.
This time there was no phone to stop them.
His lips were just one inch away from hers.
“If I kiss you right now, will you slap me?” he asked, his breath on her lips.
Ayesha’s heart was beating wildly.
She should have said yes.
She should have pushed him.
But she didn’t.
She slowly closed her eyes.
That was her answer.
Rayan smiled and finally kissed her.
It was a soft, slow, gentle kiss.
Not like a ruthless CEO, but like a lover.
Ayesha’s first kiss.
And it was with the man she was supposed to fake love for 30 days.
But when he kissed her, it didn’t feel fake at all.
Suddenly, the bedroom door opened with a loud noise.
“Rayan beta, I brought milk for you both…” It was Dadi Jaan standing at the door, watching them kissing on the bed.
Ayesha jumped away from Rayan, her face red like a tomato.
Rayan, however, smiled with victory.
He pulled Ayesha back into his arms and said loudly, “Dadi, can’t you see we were busy?” Dadi Jaan laughed loudly.
“MashAllah!
Now I believe your love is real!
Good night, both of you!” She closed the door.
Ayesha hit Rayan on his chest.
“You…
you did this on purpose!
You knew she was coming!” Rayan laughed and lay down beside her on the bed now, not on the sofa.
“Our deal is going very well, fake girlfriend.
Very well.” But deep inside, both of them knew.
Nothing about tonight was fake anymore.
The line between contract and real love was starting to disappear.
And the 30-day contract had only just begun.