Chapter 107

He could never be interested in her. She didn’t increase the rate of his heartbeats. She didn’t have the charm and the aura to capture her thoughts. She didn’t have the beauty as that of Roshanay. She didn’t have a pure heart. She was nowhere close to his ideal. Marrying her was a far-fetched thought. He was not even attracted to her.

Every harsh word, every menacing promise, every moment he had let her see the cold, ruthless side of him, the mafia leader most people only whispered about, had been designed with precision. He wanted her to feel the full weight of fear pressing down on her chest, squeezing until she could barely draw breath. He wanted her spirit broken, her defiance reduced to trembling silence. And now, after seeing him unfiltered, after tasting the reality of who he could be when the mask slipped away, Farah was exactly where he had intended her to be: utterly terrified of him.

He knew she heavily desired to marry him. He just showed a small speck of his