Mine To Be Called ✓

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"I do," he simply answered.

"You have to pose as one of the staff in the Red Whale Club to gain all the necessary information. Most probably a bartender. We have to limit this illegal importation in our country for the betterment of our youngsters," he explained.

He curtly nodded. "You rest assured, Sir. I'll try my best to be a helping hand. This is a very severe problem and that's our duty to protect our youth from the drugs," he murmured, truthfully.

"I expect a hundred percent result from this, A. No minus or negative points," the leader uttered, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Of course. I'll try preparing for the case. I'll update you with everything," he said respectfully, standing up. His black blazer made a nice sound as it whacked over the wooden chair.

"We need a woman here to execute our plan. Agent N will be here for you. It's your duty to protect her as well while she will be acting as a bait," the leader confided.

He pushed a hand in his pocket. "You won't be disappointed, Sir. Agent N is my partner and she will be under my protection."

Nelofer was the new female secret agent and she was given this task to accompany him to New York. Red Whale was a drug smuggling crime organization in NYC that was notorious for importing and exporting drugs across the whole world, one of these was Pakistan as well. This illegal business was thriving so badly as the drugs were becoming so common among elites and youngsters of the country. Nelofer would be acting as a trap for him to act upon his plan to fetch information and make this business a failure in Pakistan so that no drug would be coming to the country.

This mission was very important and he had to become Philip Watson for this purpose. He wanted a complete success for this and something in him knew that would be the case for sure.

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Fakhar raised his head from his laptop screen when he saw Mohid entering his office. He raised a brow, clasping the fingers of his hand together. Mohid jabbed his lips as he gave a keen stare to his father, walking inside.

"Why are you here? Is everything alright?" Fakhar inquired.

"I want to talk to you. Do you have some free time?" He said.

Fakhar nodded, quite understanding what his son would be saying. "Yes. Have a seat. What is it?"

Mohid exhaled before occupying the leather chair. "What's the deal with Andaleeb? She didn't seem happy with this engagement."

Fakhar smirked. "Why do you care for it?"

A few lines appeared on his forehead. "She is my fiance now. You want me to marry her. Of course, I need to know why was she acting out on our engagement night."

"My dear son, that's what I said. You don't need to give any heck to women and their tantrums. Some girls surrender in front of arranged marriages like her sister Daneen did and some act out like she did," Fakhar enlightened him, his brown eyes becoming evil and wicked.

Daneen. His mind paused there. He shook his head before coming back to the problem at hand.

"The thing is that, Mohid that this marriage is a deal for us. It's for a better status in society, a way to flourish our business by this friendship and nothing else. You just have to be a good husband, become a good father, and enough. You can still have fun like all of us," his father winked at him.

He scowled as he made a fist of his anger furiously. He still remembers his father had so many mistresses and cheated on his mother when she was alive. Even now, for the rest of the whole, he was a widower but secretly, he met many women. His brother did the same as well but Mohid hated this thing. He hated when his father didn't value his mother's place and his brother didn't value his sister-in-law.

He wanted to have a good marital relationship with Andaleeb after his father decided to marry him off him. He wanted to become a true husband for her and a true father for their kids, not like the men in his family and even hers. That was true he never liked her as a person but when it became clear that, she would become his wife, he wanted to try to become a good husband so that their life could be spent easily.

"I don't fancy such hobbies and deeds, Dad. You know me very well," he sternly told him.

Fakhar's smile dropped but he didn't say anything further.

"The thing is that I expected Andaleeb to be welcoming of this marriage like I am. But she seemed unhappy over it. I won't take that reaction for being surprised or timid because she isn't such a girl. She seemed disappointed and I am sorry Dad, I won't marry someone like that. At least the consent should be included in arranged marriages as well. I am in no way in favor of that," he gave his point.

Fakhar scratched his forehead. "You don't want to take any tantrums of a woman after marriage I know that. But don't worry, Mohid. What you are thinking isn't like that. She was just surprised by it. You know she is very pampered by the Sultan and he suddenly got her engaged by asking from her to give her a surprise. Her reaction was directed at her father for not discussing this with her. She must have forgotten it by now. If you want to get assured, talk to her and see what will she says to you. I won't mind but this marriage will occur, Mohid. Even the press knows it."

He took a deep breath at this. Yes, now their engagement was out really. Breaking it would bring humiliation for both families. He would talk to Andaleeb directly maybe someday.

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Daneen came into her room and gasped seeing her again putting her stuffs in a suitcase. Mohid wanted to talk to Andaleeb and he called over their landline. She just come here to inform her sister about this but panicked to see what awaited her.

"What are you doing, Andi?" She gulped.

Her sister gave her a bone-chilling grin. "I am fleeing away, Dani."

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