The whole Lahore was talking about only one thing.
The Grand Engagement of Rayan Ahmed.
The richest bachelor in Pakistan, the ruthless CEO who hated marriage, was finally getting engaged.
And not to a supermodel or a billionaire’s daughter, but to a poor waitress named Ayesha.
Every newspaper, every TV channel, every Instagram page was showing Ayesha’s photo.
“Cinderella Story in Real Life – Waitress Becomes Billionaire’s Princess.” Inside the Ahmed Palace, preparations were happening like a royal wedding.
500 guests, famous singers, designers from Dubai, chefs from Turkey.
Dadi Jaan wanted the best engagement for her favorite grandson.
But in a small room upstairs, Ayesha was crying.
Not with happiness, but with fear.
She was looking at herself in the mirror.
She was wearing the most beautiful white engagement gown, worth 10 lakhs.
Diamond set worth 50 lakhs.
Makeup done by the best artist.
She looked like a real princess.
But her hands were shaking.
“Ami, what if I don’t belong there?
What if they all laugh at me tonight?
What if Rayan’s friends say, ‘Look, the CEO brought a beggar to his engagement’?
I am scared, Ami,” she said to her mother, who was sitting with her.
Her mother, who was now much healthier after getting the best treatment in the best hospital, paid by Rayan, held her hand.
“Beta, you belong wherever love is.
And Rayan loves you.
Didn’t he fight his whole family for you?
Didn’t he kneel for you twice?
A man who kneels for a woman in front of his family, loves her truly.
Don’t be scared.
Today you are not a waitress.
You are his queen.” Just then, the door opened and Rayan entered.
He was wearing a black tuxedo, looking more handsome than any Hollywood actor.
When he saw Ayesha, his breath stopped.
For a full minute, he just stared, unable to speak.
“You…
you look…” he finally said, walking closer.
“How do I look?” Ayesha asked nervously.
“Like my wife.
Like the mother of my future children.
Like the most beautiful dream I have ever seen,” Rayan whispered, holding her hands.
He kissed her hands softly.
Ayesha blushed deeply.
“Everyone is waiting downstairs.
What if they…” “Shhh,” Rayan put his finger on her lips.
“Tonight, no one will dare to say a word against you.
Because tonight, I will announce to the whole world that you are mine.
And if anyone has a problem, they have a problem with Rayan Ahmed.” He took out a small velvet box again.
Inside was the same diamond ring from before, but now it was shining even more.
“Can I make you officially mine in front of the world now, Cinderella?” Ayesha nodded with tears of happiness.
Rayan slipped the ring onto her finger.
It fit perfectly, as if it was made for her.
Downstairs, the party had started.
All the rich and powerful people of Pakistan were there.
Ministers, actors, businessmen.
And in one corner, standing with a glass of wine, were two jealous women watching everything with fire in their eyes.
Sana and Zara.
They had teamed up.
“Look at her, Zara.
Look how happy she is.
Wearing a 10 lakh gown.
That should have been me,” Sana whispered angrily.
“Don’t worry, Sana.
Her happiness will last only for tonight.
I have a special gift for her engagement.
A gift that will destroy her forever,” Zara smiled evilly and showed her phone.
On the phone screen was a video.
A video of Ayesha working as a waitress, cleaning tables, and one part where a customer was shouting at her and she was crying.
“I will play this video on the big screen during the engagement.
Let’s see how the Ahmed family feels when they see their future daughter-in-law being shouted at like a servant,” Zara laughed cruelly.
Sana clapped.
“Perfect!
Dadi will be so embarrassed, she will cancel the engagement right there!” At 9 PM, Dadi Jaan took the mic.
“Ladies and Gentlemen!
Thank you for coming!
Today is the happiest day of my life!
My grandson, my Rayan, who never wanted to marry, has finally found his true