Prologue

 Abrar

  "Don't forget that I'm your wife", Zoya screamed. I paused staring at her, I was mesmerised seeing her in bridal attire, still pretended to ignore her. 

    "You're not my wife Zoya", I said in a cold voice. "We shouldn't act like a couple when no one is around. And for God sake, let's stop this drama. I will tell everyone the truth of our relationship", I said while walking towards the door. 

     "Then get ready for the consequences", she said as she pulled out a knife from the fruit basket and placed it on her wrist. "I love you that much Abrar that I can dedicate every drop of my blood to you", she smiled.

This is how she forced me for the second time to be hers. She did it again, the difference is she didn't love me then and this time she was madly in love with me. She didn't care how I felt. All she wanted to own me again. However, this time I won't give in to her obsession.

I am Abrar Zafar, an insignificant Secretary of a renowned Marketing Association with a reasonable salary. My parents passed away when I was 15 years old. In my family, I only had my grandparents until Zoya entered my life. My grandparents live in my hometown, still unaware of Zoya and my relationship.

My life was tough yet simple as I earned less but I had nothing to worry about except for my monthly expenses. However, it wasn't the same when Zoya came into my life unexpectedly. I didn't know either I was lucky to get her or not. But loving her was not easy.