It was yet another business party that was thrown in honour of the black falcons winning the horse race. It brought in millions for Aaban and his people.
Black falcons was a name everyone feared, it was one of the most feared Mafias along with Gyrfalcons. Though their names were similar but both of them were each others sworn enemies.
Shahid and his family was already there but in the crowd of thousands his brown eyes unknowingly looked for a familiar face, those cold onyx orbs who could freeze any burning fire they look into.
"So Mr khan how's everything going?" His attention was brought to the old man who was talking to him. His mind had been on one person and hat was Huda Osmani. She had been awfully quite these days. No snarky comments, no picking up fights with boys at University who cat called her or harrased her. It just wasn't like her and it bugged him. He wanted to confront her, but he wouldn't get the chance to. She would come to class on time but leave as soon as the bell rang.
"Everything's going just great..." The men discussed about business and some potential marriage proposals of Mafia heiresses for Aaban but his eyes kept going back to the main door which remained unopened.
Silence prevailed the ball room as the heavy oak door opened. A figures claded in a black thin strap gown walked in. The dress hugged her body like second skin making most of her curvaceous figure to greet men whose lustful gazes only intensified. The deep neckline and the backless design was a cheery on top. Her tan skin made men of all ages drool over her as she elegantly walked over to where her father was.
Black hair spread open on her back that bounced in graceful waves. An elegant diamond choker curled around her swan like neck and highlighter enhanced her collarbones and shoulders.
The tear drop earrings demanded attention as they glinted under the golden hues of the chandeliers. Her heels clicked on the tiles with every step she took.
"Hello father" she smiled softly as her father who forced a smile for the show. Times like these she wished forever existed, atleast he'd smile at her doesn't matter if it's fake. They conversed in a conversation related to business and politics which hida took part in. She didn't want to go and sit amongst the ladies who only knew how to judge one another and then pass comments on each others outfits.
Aaban felt his breathing stop. His lungs forgot to function when his eyes fell on the black beauty who walked in the ballroom like a pure seductress. She looked a model straight off the runway. Her tall height, perfect curves, and the signature smirk made him want to scramble at her feet.
His sharp gaze turned to the men who gazed at his wife with their jaws practically touching the ground. He felt rage taking over him seeing her smiling and talking to the son of his acquaintance.
