Sultan:Her Wanted Husband (18+)✓

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"He's dead," he whispered, nudging Chandu's lifeless body with his shoe.

Mishti's heart racing, she scurried away, hiding behind the park's slider.

Suddenly, a hand clamped over her mouth, and she was dragged into darkness.

When she came to, she found herself staring into the same boy's face.This time, she saw the faint lines of adolescence etched on his features.

"Who are you?" She whispered, her voice trembling.

The boy's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes an unsettling mix of kindness and danger."Your kidnapper," he replied.

"What do you want from me?" she stammered.

"You saw us kill that man, didn't you?"

She nodded, her eyes wide with fear.

"I won't tell anyone," she promised, her voice barely audible.

His gaze lingered on her face. "How can we believe you?"

Her lips trembled. "He's my uncle."

His eyebrows shot up. "Your uncle? And still, you won't tell anyone?"

She shook her head violently, tears streaming down her face. "Uncle is bad... He tried to do dirty things to me..." Her voice cracked.

His expression changed, understanding dawning on his face.

"...so when he was at our house. Ma kicked him out," she finished, pouting.

"Still, we can't risk it."

But Mishti's words caught him off guard. "I want to live with you. I don't want to go home."

He studied her face, soft with baby fat. "You're just a child... You don't understand."

"I don't want to go to school. I don't want to work at home," she insisted.

His eyes roamed her face, searching for answers. How could this little girl, so innocent and pure, want to stay with him, a murderer?

"What makes you think you're safe with me?" he asked.

Her gaze locked onto his. "You saved me. Yesterday... yesterday when I fell,you picked me up."

His expression softened, and for a moment, he saw himself through her eyes – a protector, not a killer.

"Okay," he said finally. "You can stay with me."He looked at her in wonder, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Just because I picked you up, you think I'm a good guy?"

She nodded, smiling. "Nobody ever picks me up."

His mouth parted in surprise. Her answer was so small, yet it held so much hidden pain.

"I've seen in movies," she continued, "the bad guy gets beaten by the good guy. Here, you're the hero, and my uncle was the villain."

His smile softened as he patted her head. "You're something else."

He left her there, walking out to where another guy around his age waited.

"Zubair?What are you doing here?"

"Are you sure this is the girl we're looking for Sultan?" Zubair asked, eyeing Mishti's frail form. "She doesn't look like she's from that family."

His gaze narrowed. "I'll decide her fate. It's a long story."

Zubair scoffed. "Whatever your intentions, Sultan, she's just a child."

But Mishti, oblivious to his intentions, was playful and carefree. She pestered him to play with her, and he found himself obliging, even dragging Zubair into princess games.