Mine To Be Called ✓

~~•Five•~~

"What the heck is happening here? I don't want to marry," she snarled angrily.

Sultan pressed his jaw. "Andaleeb."

"Baba, you said that you will meet---"

"Daneen!" He cut her off and referred to his elder sister who was looking at all of this with widened eyes. "Take Andi inside."

Daneen nodded curtly before stepping towards her sister. "Dani, what did they all do? This engagement, this marriage..."

But she couldn't get to say whatever she wanted as Daneen took her inside the house. Sultan gave an apologetic look at Mohid's father who just nodded. Everything was clear in the eyes of everyone. The two men had discussed the fuss of Andaleeb's rejection and they both concluded on the same decision for their own benefit. For Mohid's father, it was the status and revenue that this union would bring for him and his company and Sultan wanted a nice and sophisticated family for Andaleeb. Given how stubborn she was, he knew she would create scenes every day after marriage hence a reliable family and guy was needed here who knew how to handle her.

While all Mohid did was to stare at his father in disbelief. He wasn't also in favor of this marriage but Andaleeb's reaction seemed very strong and it didn't feel like it was just for the dislike of an arranged marriage.

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He woke up with a feel of some soft thing rubbing against his arm. He slowly opened his eyes and found Sikandar caressing his tail over his arm. He nuzzled the dog's head before getting off the bed.

"Mate, you are the best alarm clock for me," he chuckled loudly.

Leaving the bed, he headed over to the window. Sikandar also approached him. Masab pushed aside the curtains and his eyes relished at the sight of the beautiful exterior of the beach. He was supposed to spend another day here before his flight would be available. One mission ended successfully. Now another one would commence soon.

He stretched his neck sideways before heading over to the kitchenette table. A folded newspaper was placed there. He started reading it comfortably. Sikandar sat beside his leg. Minutes later, the door knocked bringing the room service. The waiter came inside and Masab left the newspaper to see him.

He looked painfully familiar to him. He had an oval face shape with grey eyes, a flat nose, and a beard that looked fake. He narrowed his eyes and then a smirk crossed his lips.

"Waqar, that was a pretty bad attempt at making me a fool," he enlightened him who snorted.

He touched his beard. "Is it really looking fake?"

Masab crossed his legs. "Any doubt?"

Waqar smiled. "Well, I didn't want to make you a fool. It's for the others. I am here to help you."

"Of course, my keen eyes would never mistake you for anyone else. Yes, we can say that for others," Masab said, chortling.

Waqai raised a brow. "Aren't you being very overconfident?"

Masab patted Sikandar's neck. "This exact line is said by the Boss. I added nothing to it."

Waqar nodded. "I know. That's for you. It's from my boss. Read it carefully."

Waqai gave an iPad to Masab who grabbed it fervently. He was really in need of a new adventure. Sitting leisurely like this by doing nothing was such a tedious thing already.

Waqar was gone and while having sips of the delicious coffee, Masab's eyes were fixed on the screen. Another mission was given to him and that was much complicated and bigger than before.