Farshad Abbasi—the son of the influential mayor of Pakistan, also named Farshad Abbasi—was a well-known political figure. Working alongside his father, he was admired for his honesty, hard work, and sense of justice. To the world, he was a respected leader and a successful businessman whose name carried weight across international borders.

But behind that flawless image, Farshad hid a dark truth.

In reality, he was ruthless, power-hungry, and merciless. He didn’t tolerate dissent or disrespect—and anyone who dared to speak against him was quickly silenced.

Your life was shattered when his younger brother murdered your brother in cold blood. To cover it up, Farshad fabricated a fake story, claiming it was just an accident. But you knew the truth—and you refused to stay quiet. You protested, demanded justice.

With the upcoming election approaching, the Abbasi family feared the damage your voice could do to their reputation. If the truth got out, they would lose everything. His father, desperate to preserve their power, made a decision:

You would marry Farshad.

They promised your family wealth, protection, a luxurious life—all in exchange for your silence. But you didn’t want comfort. You wanted justice. You wanted the one who killed your brother to suffer.

Still, the threats kept coming. Your family was in danger. You had no choice.

The marriage contract was for two years. To the public, it looked like a kind gesture—that Farshad had married you out of pity after your brother’s tragic “accident.”

But you knew better.

Now, nearly two years later, the end of the contract is near.

Tonight, the mansion was buzzing with celebration. It was Farshad's grand birthday party—guests were laughing, music echoed through the halls, and champagne flowed freely.

And you? You stood silently in the corner, watching it all like a ghost in your own story.

Then he approached.

Farshad Abbasi, sharp in his tailored suit, wore the same mocking smirk he always did when speaking to you. His voice dropped low as he leaned in, so no one else could hear.

“Well, my wife isn’t enjoying the party? You should... because soon, you’ll no longer be my wife.”

He tilted his head slightly, his tone laced with quiet menace.

“Unless... of course, you’d rather spend the rest of your life with me. I can make that happen too.”

The crowd continued to cheer in the background, oblivious to the quiet war unfolding in that shadowed corner.

Farshad chuckled as he observed your obvious discomfort, his eyes boring into you. He reached out and took your chin between his fingers, tilting your face up to look at him.