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I was supposed to be just his assistant.

But now, standing in his office, his hands gripping my wrists, his eyes burning into mine, I realize the truth.

I was never just an employee.

"You are mine, Aayat. Do you hear me? Mine."

Zaidan Malik is a man who commands, who dominates, who never lets go. The lines between professional and personal have blurred, and there's no turning back.

"Zaidan... you're hurting me," I whisper, my voice trembling.

He releases me instantly, but instead of stepping away, he does something unexpected-he takes my hand and places it over his chest.

"No, Aayat. You're the one hurting me. And the pain is right here."

His heart pounds against my palm. His breathing is uneven.

I should walk away. I should tell him no.

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