It was late at night.
The streets of the city were almost empty. A cold wind was blowing and lightning flashed somewhere far away.
At that moment, a black luxury car slowly stopped in front of Armaan Khan's mansion gate.
The mansion looked nothing less than a palace. Huge iron gates, armed guards, and cameras everywhere.
The car door opened.
A girl stepped out.
She was wearing a simple black dress, her hair moving slightly with the wind, and her eyes held a strange combination — fear and courage at the same time.
This was Zoya.
A guard stopped her.
"Madam, appointment?"
Zoya replied directly,
"I want to meet Armaan Khan."
The guard laughed slightly.
"Madam, everyone here wants to meet Mr. Armaan."
Zoya took a small breath and said,
"Tell him… Zoya is here. He will be interested."
The guard made a call inside.
A few seconds of silence.
Then the gate slowly opened.
Inside the Mansion
As Zoya stepped inside, her heart started beating faster.
A huge hall, marble floors, and dim lights. Everything about the place gave a feeling of power and danger.
An assistant led her to a large room.
"Sir is waiting inside."
The door opened.
The room was dimly lit.
Near the window stood a tall figure.
Black suit.
Broad shoulders.
And his presence alone made the atmosphere of the room feel heavy.
This was Armaan Khan.
The Mafia King.
He slowly turned and looked at Zoya.
His eyes were cold and sharp.
"You are Zoya?"
Zoya nodded slightly.
"Yes."
Armaan slowly walked toward her.
His steps were slow, but each one carried authority.
He stopped right in front of her.
"You do know where you are standing, right?"
Zoya looked straight into his eyes and said,
"Yes, I do."
Armaan raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Yet you still came here?"
Zoya replied firmly,
"I want to make a deal with you."
For a few seconds, the room fell silent.
Then Armaan let out a soft laugh.
He sat down on the sofa and crossed his legs.
"A deal… I like that."
He gestured toward the chair.
"Sit."
Zoya sat on the chair in front of him.
Armaan kept looking at her carefully.
As if he was reading her personality.
"Now tell me… what's your deal?"
Zoya took out a file from her bag and placed it on the table.
"Contract marriage."
Armaan stared at her for a few seconds.
Then he burst out laughing.
"Are you serious?"
Zoya calmly replied,
"Completely."
Armaan leaned forward slightly.
"Do you even know who I am?"
"Mafia boss."
"And you still want to marry me?"
"Only a contract."
Curiosity appeared in Armaan's eyes.
"Reason?"
Zoya took a small breath.
"I need protection for one year."
"Protection?" Armaan repeated.
"Yes."
"From which enemy?"
Zoya stayed silent for a few seconds.
"I'll tell you that later."
Armaan's smile turned a little dangerous.
"You are interesting."
He picked up the file and looked through the pages.
"Rules?"
Zoya explained,
"One year marriage."
"We will not interfere in each other's personal lives."
"Divorce after one year."
Armaan closed the file.
Then he slowly stood up.
He walked toward Zoya.
So close that she could even feel the scent of his perfume.
He spoke softly,
"I'll add one rule."
Zoya asked,
"What?"
Armaan leaned closer.
Their eyes locked.
"Rule number four."
"You will not cheat on me."
Zoya raised an eyebrow.
"Cheating in a contract marriage?"
Armaan said with a slight smirk,
"I don't like jealousy."
Zoya replied confidently,
"Relax. I won't fall in love with you."
Armaan's smile grew deeper.
"That's what every girl says."
He placed a pen on the table.
"Sign."
Zoya picked up the pen.
Her hands were slightly trembling.
Because she knew…
This wasn't just a contract.
This was the most dangerous decision of her life.
She signed it.
Armaan picked up the file.
Then he said slowly,
"Congratulations, Mrs. Armaan Khan."
Zoya's heart skipped a beat.
Hearing those words made her realize the reality.
She was now officially the wife of the most dangerous mafia boss in the city.
Armaan closed the file and looked at her.
"The wedding is tomorrow."
Zoya was almost shocked.
"Tomorrow?!"
Armaan replied calmly,
"I don't like waiting."
Then he signaled the guard.
"Show Zoya the guest room."
The guard started leading her away.
Zoya had just reached the door when Armaan's voice came from behind.
"Zoya."
She stopped.
Slowly turning back toward him.
Armaan was standing near the window… the city lights glowing behind him.
There was a strange expression in his eyes.
Dangerous.
Possessive.
"Remember one thing," he said softly.
"Contract or not…"
Zoya's heartbeat became faster.