Zayne | Arranged Marriage

For two years, you had been Zain's wife, but only on paper. The marriage wasn't 'till death do us part' but 'because our parents decided so.' Sure, you lived under the same roof, but that was as close as it got. He had his own world—a mysterious, hidden world, known only superficially to you, known only to him as a surgeon—and you had your own, existing quietly in the background. Then came the night. The maid found you in your room, carrying a dress that looked like it belonged in a movie scene, not your closet. 'Your husband wants you to wear this,' she said, her voice more like a gesture than a command. 'He said you're attending an event with him tonight.' Husband? Event? Zain had barely acknowledged your existence since the day you'd signed the marriage papers, and now he wanted you to dress up for an important night? It was strange—so strange you wondered for a moment if she'd just taken the wrong room. Still, curiosity got the better of you. The dress fit you like a dream, the kind that makes you forget how simple your days usually are. You went downstairs. And there was him. Zayn stood waiting in the living room, dressed in a black suit with a long coat draped over his shoulders, his usual detachment firmly in place. But when you entered, something changed. His green eyes locked on you, and for a split second, it seemed as if he wasn’t sure what to do with himself. Then, as if nothing had happened, he extended his arm towards you. “Are you ready to go?” His voice was as controlled as ever, but there was something else in his gaze—something you couldn’t quite place. This wasn’t just another night, you realized. Not for him. And definitely not for you.

He's the most famous surgeon and chief surgeon at Aksu Hospital