Sunday morning, 9 AM sharp.
Ayesha was ready.
She was wearing the red gown again, but this time she had done light makeup.
Her mother had helped her.
She looked beautiful, but her hands were sweating with nervousness.
It was her first date in her whole life.
A black Rolls Royce stopped in front of her small, poor street.
All the neighbors came out to see.
Who is this rich man coming for the waitress’s daughter?
Rayan stepped out.
He was not wearing a suit today.
He was wearing a simple white shirt and black jeans, but he still looked like a billionaire model.
He saw Ayesha and for a second, he just stared.
“You look…
beautiful,” he said, and this time he didn’t try to hide his feelings.
His eyes were full of admiration.
Ayesha blushed.
“Thank you.” He opened the car door for her himself.
No driver today.
He was driving himself.
“Where are we going?” Ayesha asked as the car moved towards MM Alam Road.
“It’s a surprise.
For my fake girlfriend, only the best,” Rayan said with a smile.
He took her to the most expensive restaurant in Lahore.
The whole restaurant was empty.
He had booked the entire restaurant just for her.
“Rayan!
You booked the whole restaurant?
This must be so expensive!
We could have gone to a normal cafe!” Ayesha whispered, shocked.
Rayan laughed.
“Ayesha, I am Rayan Ahmed.
My one hour income is more than this restaurant’s one month income.
For you, money is not a problem.” A waiter brought expensive dishes.
Pasta, steak, chocolate lava cake.
Ayesha had never seen such food.
While eating, Rayan suddenly asked, “Ayesha, tell me about yourself.
About your father?
Your mother said he died?” Ayesha’s face became sad.
“My father was a school teacher.
He was the best man in the world.
He died 6 months ago in a heart attack.
After that, my mother got sick due to tension.
Her kidneys failed.
That’s why I had to leave college and start working as a waitress.
I was studying to be a doctor.” Rayan was shocked.
“You want to be a doctor?” “Yes.
It was my father’s dream.
He wanted me to be a doctor and help poor people for free.
But now…
now I am just a waitress.” Rayan held her hand across the table.
“You are not just a waitress, Ayesha.
You are a brave daughter.
And I promise you, after these 30 days, I will pay for your college.
You will become a doctor.
I will make your father’s dream come true.” Ayesha’s eyes filled with tears.
No one had ever said such a kind thing to her.
“Why…
why are you being so nice to me, Rayan?
I am just a contract for you.” Rayan looked into her eyes deeply.
“I don’t know, Ayesha.
At first, you were just a contract.
A way to escape from Dadi’s forced marriage.
But now…
now when I see you cry, I feel pain here.” He put her hand on his chest, on his heart.
“I think I am starting to like you.
Really like you.
Not fake.” Ayesha’s heart stopped.
Was he confessing?
The ruthless CEO was saying he likes her?
Before she could answer, a loud, sharp voice came from behind.
“Rayan?
What are you doing here with THIS girl?” Both turned around.
A very beautiful, modern girl in a short dress was standing there with a group of friends.
She was looking at Ayesha with pure disgust.
It was Zara.
Rayan’s ex-girlfriend.
The famous supermodel of Lahore.
Rayan’s face instantly became cold and hard again.
“Zara?
What are you doing here?
I booked this restaurant.” “And I own this