The Forbidden Fiancé
"Aliya's engagement was arranged by her family to please his family—two business dynasties merging. She doesn't expect to actually fall for her cold, distant fiancé Omar. But behind closed doors, he's anything but cold."
The Forbidden Fiancé
"You know this is just business."
Omar's words at their engagement party should have stung. Instead, Aliya felt relief. A practical arrangement with a man who expected nothing—she could handle that.
"I know. Our fathers want the merger. We provide the optics."
"Exactly." He didn't look at her. "We'll maintain appearances. Separate lives otherwise."
"Perfect."
But nothing about Omar Khan felt perfect. His coldness was almost aggressive, like he was protecting something underneath.
The first crack showed at their third public appearance.
A man grabbed Aliya at a gallery event—too familiar, too forceful. Before she could react, Omar was there, his hand around the man's throat.
"Touch her again," Omar said quietly, "and I will end you."
"She's just a business arrangement—"
"She's my fiancée." His eyes were ice. "And I protect what's mine."
Later, in the car, Aliya's hands were shaking. "You didn't have to—"
"I wanted to." He didn't look at her. "No one touches you. Not while you're wearing my ring."
"That sounds possessive."
"It is." Finally, his eyes met hers. "Is that a problem?"
Her breath caught. "No."
That night, in his penthouse, the walls came down.
"I tried to stay distant," Omar said, backing her against the window. "For your protection. For mine."
"Protection from what?"
"From this." He kissed her—devastating, hungry. "From how much I want you. From what I'd do for you."
"Omar—"
"Tell me to stop and I will." His hands bracketed her waist. "This was supposed to be business. But you've become everything."
"Don't stop."
He groaned and lifted her, carrying her to the bedroom.
Omar's coldness disappeared in intimacy.
He was fire—consuming, passionate, devoted. Every touch burned; every kiss demanded everything.
"Meri jaan," he breathed, moving inside her. "I've been fighting this since our engagement."
"Stop fighting."
"I can't. You make me weak." He thrust deeper. "And I'd do anything for you. Kill for you. Die for you. Anything."
"That's intense."
"That's love." His eyes held hers. "I love you, Aliya. It was supposed to be fake and it became the realest thing I've known."
She came apart with his confession in her ears, and he followed, his control finally shattered.
"Our fathers don't need to know," Aliya said afterward. "That this is real."
"They'll figure it out." Omar pulled her close. "I've never been good at hiding what matters."
"You were hiding it from me pretty well."
"That was different. You were in danger of being loved by a man who doesn't know how to do it gently." He kissed her forehead. "I'm still learning."
"Learn faster." She smiled against his chest. "I want the full experience."
"As my fiancée commands."
The wedding was the social event of the decade—two dynasties merging, as planned.
What nobody planned was the genuine love story underneath.
Best business arrangement either family ever made.