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Sweat dripped down his body as he further increased the speed of the treadmill. The gym room was blazing with the noise of the song 'believer'. He had been doing the treadmill for forty minutes now when his phone suddenly rang. He paused the treadmill which came to halt in a few seconds.

Maham calling.....

"Hello? Yes Maham?" He asked his younger sister who was calling him from her room which was just a few rooms away from the gym room.

"Musa Bhai! Ammi is calling you downstairs for lunch." Maham said a little too excitedly making Musa frown in confusion.

"Okay." He said in a serious tone and cut the call. Getting off the treadmill, he grabbed the towel and wiped the sweat off from his chiseled chest and abs.

His mind, again and again, recalling the moments that he had with that hazel-eyed girl...

Illiterate girl....!!!

Jerking his head, he lowered the temperature of the air conditioner and waited for a few minutes for sweat to be completely dried up, and then made his way to the attached bathroom for a quick bath.

It was his second bath within the span of two hours all thanks to that illiterate short hazel-eyed girl! If it was in Musa's hand, he would have made her wash him and his clothes as a punishment for messing with him!

Wearing jeans and his favorite sky blue polo shirt, he went to his room that was on the second floor. The room looked like that was of some prince and Musa Khan was no less. He was a Nawab of Raipur. Belonging from a royal and very elite background he was very well known in society. Moreover, he is a well-known Cardiologist consultant in the country.

The room was not what we will have for a normal bachelor. It was perfection itself.

On the side tables that proudly hold the lamp, a nested table was placed on which multiple books of Cardiology rests.

Trrr...Trr...Trr—

Ahad Calling.....

"Yes, bro?" Musa asked his cousin after picking the call.

"We all Friends are hanging out today at Seesha bar. Are you coming?" Ahad asked in a persuasive tone.

Sheesha was something, Musa didn't like on daily basis but he didn't mind it once in a while.

"Yeah, I am coming. Okay? Talk to you later." With that, he cut the call.

Entering his room he made his way to the walk-in closet that held the most exclusive and expensive watches, shoes, perfumes, belts, and clothes. Opening a drawer that has the most precious watches in it, he picked out his favorite Rolex watch.

Taking the black Billionaire coat of the hanging, he wore it. Taking off his Nike spiller he slid Lacoste socks on his feet and the Gucci boots. Making his way to the vanity table he combed his hair neatly and then applied a gel to fix them. Wearing Tomford perfume he made his way out of the room checking his mobile and wallet in the pocket.

Walking down the grand staircase, he made his way to the dining room where everyone was sitting waiting for him and their grandfather, Ameer Alam Khan, the former DSP, the Nawab of Raipur.

"Salam!" He greeted loudly making everyone look at him. His parent's face brightened as their eyes took in their son form.

"Dadi Jaan (loving grandma) " Musa called out his grandma, Nour begum, as he hugged her fragile form. "My favorite grandson," his dadi said as she lovingly patted his shoulder.

"Dadi I am your only grandson." Everyone laughed and Dadi just smiled at her dearest grandson.

"Musa! You are late, what if your grandfather had arrived before you? You know he hates it when not everyone is present before him at the dining table." His father, Ajmal Khan, the man of supreme power, asked in an authoritative tone. His father was the great industrialist and landlord. He was Nawab Ajmal Khan.

"Baba (father) you know grandfather never says anything to me." Saying this he sat in his beside his loving mother but not before pulling Maham hair to which she shrieks and made a face.

"Bhai!!! Baba see ?!" Maham complained to her father and Ajmal Khan looked at his son with a warning and that look was enough for Musa to understand his position and just as his father looked away he glared at his younger sister and she replied with a taunting smirk.

No one means no one messes with Ajmal Khan's favorite daughter!!!

Maham is twenty-six years old and a dermatologist. Successfully running a clinic with her mother who is the most famous Dermatologist in the city. She is Sana Khan.

"Salam..." An authoritative voice brought all of them to look at the man of the house and muttered their salam. Ameer Alam khan stood there with a wooden stick in his hand. A cap on his head and a stall around his neck. He walked with slow but steady steps to the head chair and sat down. As he started eating, everyone also followed.

"There came a proposal for Maham by friends. He asked for her hand for his grandson. Musa, I want you to get the boy's complete information. Your parents already know about the proposal." Ameer khan told his grandson with a tone that held so much power and no room for argument. He nodded his head and said "yes dada Jan (grandfather)" and looked at his sister who was looking down emotionlessly as she slowly chews her food.

"When will you get married chote Nawab?" asked teasingly to Musa and he glared at her in return.

Certain hazel eyes flashed before his eyes and he gritted his teeth.

"After your first baby is born!" His teasing comeback made her cheeks flushed in embarrassment and she didn't dare to say anything after that.

No no means no one messes with Musa Khan and get away with it like that!