Rayyan Raheel hated noise.People talked too much deals, politics, fake loyalty. He liked silence. Silence obeyed.
But lately, even silence had a voice.Her voice.
That girl from Café Khalaq Ishaal Meer.The one who looked him in the eye when others couldn't even breathe near him.
It was supposed to be a normal night.Coffee. Cigarette. Chaos.But then she sang.And something inside him paused.
He didn't believe in love.He believed in control.Yet, her voice slipped through his control like smoke, untouchable but everywhere.
Now he couldn't stop thinking about her.Not her face. Not her body.Her calm like she'd made peace with pain he still couldn't name.
He sat in his penthouse office, the city of Raabistan glittering below his empire, his cage.He'd built everything on fear, but she didn't fear him.That made her dangerous.
A knock on the door."Sir, the file you asked for."
He took it. A slim folder, her name on the front.ISHAAL MEER.
No family. No scandals. Lives alone.Sings every weekend at Café Khalaq.
He closed the file, lips curving slightly."Clean record," he murmured. "No one's clean in Raabistan."
He leaned back, staring at the ceiling."I want to see how long you can pretend to be innocent, Ishaal."
He picked up his phone."Arrange her performance tomorrow night. Private audience. No one else."
"Under whose name, sir?""Mine."
He ended the call, smile gone.This wasn't attraction anymore. It was curiosity and curiosity had killed more than love ever could....