So sorry for errors but I hope you enjoy story.
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Do not let others define you; you are beautiful, intelligent, and unique; if they tell you that you are different, tell them that you are all the same.

SALMA:
My hands hurt, but I told him, "It is nothing serious. If they find out that Wasim knows, it will all be over and everything will end."

"I know who it will hurt, and they had threatened me," he said softly, "but showing me will not harm you."

I revisited the previous subject and looked up at him, his face devoid of color. "The other day you said you hate me," I said.

It seems that he no longer wanted to discuss it, as he said, "Please drop it."

"Okay, I will not show you." I yanked my hand away as soon as it made contact with the table, realizing that the timing was off.

His gaze was fixed on me.

Since I was not the type to raise my voice, I told him calmly, "Do not question if you are not ready to share anything." I then blew on my hand and said some duas on it.

"All right, then," he growled and simply stood there, refusing to move.

I tried to explain him, saying, "Someone will come, please go."

As we sat on the bed a little apart, he said, "No one will come; I have warned them."

"I will tell you about myself first," he said, and I nodded.

"You are familiar with my name. I reside with my incredibly wonderful parents, and since my father retired, I have served as CEO of our company, which operates a chain of hotels across several nations.

We have known these people you stay with for a very long time; they are not good at anything and only act as though they can do anything for money, including gambling, to get to the top. We have already seen their true colors from the way we compete in business, always coming out on top and winning awards because we are so much stronger than them," he said, finishing with a small smile.

The gorgeous billionaire and me, Is this even possible?

"Alhamdulillah, you have everything," I said, but he shook his head and smiled back.

"Not yet everything," he said, confusing me.

"Until I get you as my wife and show these people what they deserve," he said, his voice slightly lower.

"Why me?" I questioned and showed him my hands, but his smile faded, and he touched my hand with care, as if it would break if he gripped it, which made me smile.

"You are the best," he said, but I withdrew my hands.

Didn't he have any work?

As if he knew what I was thinking, he smiled and said, "I have taken three weeks off plus I am the CEO and dad is handling pretty well." It was clear how much he loved his family.

"You said you will divorce and you hate me,"I knew he was waiting for me to say it, even though I was unable to finish it when I turned away. He was having fun with it.

"And...?" He questioned me quietly as he stood next to me.

"You know," I said, but he kept asking.

"Someone is jealous," he said, and I did not dare look up at him; I must have had a tomato face by now.

I said, "I am not jealous," and he merely laughed.

"I apologize for having to play along; I never meant a word I said to you that day. I told you everything.
I nodded, hoping no one was outside, as he continued, "I do not hate you; in fact, I want to marry you as soon as possible. But for these two weeks, we will pretend I hate you and you are forced to marry me."

"I promise to always defend you, even if it means sacrificing my life for you," he said, causing my eyes to widen. I turned to face him right away and silenced him with a finger.

"Should we move forward and step outside?" he asked, grinning. "I need to talk with those bastard ex family friends and find out their motivations."

I said to him, "You go; I am coming," and he nodded.

Thanking Allah for bringing Wasim into my life, I praised Him.

Will there be more issues or will the happiness last? Allah, please watch over the two of us.

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To be continued..