Chapter10:When Jealousy Wears a Suit
Sure! Here's your requested romantic-jealousy scene of Zayan with emotional tension, funny banter, and a dramatic en
Next Morning Zayan had a meeting with Hadi Saeed he is new investor of his project.
When Zayan see Hadi he remembered previous night scenes where he dancing with Andleeb and Smiling "He look like angry bird he tear a page and then start the meeting and go to the his office
Zayan Khan sat in his sleek black leather chair, staring blankly at the file in his hands. His mind wasn't on the numbers—it was on the laughter floating through the office hallway.
He stood and walked toward the glass wall of his cabin. His jaw clenched when he spotted Hadi, the charming marketing consultant, standing near the reception with Andaleeb Shah. The two were laughing—again. Her eyes sparkled, her hand lightly hit Hadi's shoulder as they joked. Zayan felt something unfamiliar boil in his chest.
His lips pressed into a hard line. He hit the intercom button.
"Miss Andaleeb. In my office. Now."
A moment later, the glass door clicked open.
"Yes, Mr. Khan? You called like I committed a crime."
She rolled her eyes dramatically, stepping inside.
"Close the door." His tone was sharp.
Andaleeb arched an eyebrow but obeyed.
"Is this about the report or my crime of laughing? Because both seem equally threatening in your tone."
Zayan stepped closer, arms crossed.
"Do you always have that much time to socialize during working hours?"
"Socializing?" Andaleeb blinked innocently.
"I was talking to a investors. Or is that banned in Zayan Land?"
"You were laughing like he's your best friend." His voice was tight.
Andaleeb smirked, slowly walking toward him.
"Wait…" she pointed her index finger and playfully jabbed it in the air, inching closer to his chest.
"Are you jealous?" she teased, her finger finally landing against his chest.
Zayan flinched slightly at her touch. In a moment, his hand moved—not to stop her, but to pull her softly by the wrist. He didn't let go. Instead, in one smooth motion, he wrapped one arm around her and leaned closer, his lips brushing near her ear.
"You love to argue with me… admit it," he whispered.
Silence.
Everything stilled—like the office, the world, time… had paused for just the two of them.
Andaleeb's eyes widened, her breath caught. But then—
"What are you doing!?" she pushed him back suddenly.her face is red
Zayan gave a lazy smirk.
"Nothing. I thought you wanted this… getting so close to me. Touching me first." You are red like cheery
Andaleeb's face twisted like she'd just smelt something terrible.
"In your dreams! I would never want that!" she snapped.
"Gross! You really think too highly of yourself."
And with a dramatic huff, she turned on her heel and stormed toward the door.
Right then, Aryan stepped in, coffee in hand.
"Wow. Did I walk into another episode of 'The Zayan & Andaleeb Show'?"
He laughed, then jokingly added,
"Your routine doesn't complete without fighting her, huh?"
Zayan, for once, didn't deny it.
He looked at the floor for a moment… and then, softly muttered,
"Maybe… now it's become a habit."
Aryan's jaw dropped.
"Wait, WHAT? Did I just hear Zayan Khan admit something human? Am I dreaming?"
Zayan rolled his eyes but didn't deny it this time either.
Aryan grinned.
"Okay. Something very strange is going on here. I'm going to write this date down."
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Aryan, still chuckling from Zayan's rare admission, made his way to his seat in the corner of the office lounge. But he kept glancing up—because something strange was definitely in the air.
As Zayan turned back toward the glass wall, his eyes instantly found Andaleeb.
She was walking toward her desk, but she could feel it—his gaze burning into her back like a secret magnet. She halted for a second, slowly turned, and looked up.
Their eyes locked.
Not like a normal stare—this one felt electric, intense, confusing. He was smiling, just slightly—not cold, not smug. Something softer. Something… new.
Andaleeb frowned immediately, her brows drawing together in irritation—or was it confusion? She didn't like that look on his face. Or maybe she did, and that made it worse.
She mouthed, "What?" with an annoyed expression.
Zayan didn't reply. He just kept watching her, one hand casually in his pocket.
Still smiling. Slightly. Almost like a silent challenge.
Aryan, who was watching everything from the side, leaned back and whispered under his breath:
"This... is either going to end in marriage or murder."
He shook his head and reached for his laptop, but he couldn't help sneaking glances every few seconds. The air in the office had officially become strange. Dangerously strange.
Andaleeb, flustered and now very aware that Aryan was watching too, turned back sharply and plopped into her chair.
She grabbed a file and began flipping pages with unnecessary aggression, muttering,
"Ugh, stupid alien-faced CEO."
Zayan, who had seen the mumble through the glass, smirked wider.
Inside his office, he let out a slow exhale and shook his head slightly.
Why was he smiling? Why did seeing her laugh with someone else make his stomach twist?
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Back at her desk, Andaleeb clutched her pen so tightly it almost broke.
"Why did he hug me? Why did I just stand there for a second? WHY DID I FREEZE?"
Eman's voice played in her head: "Humans are confusing. But you'll be worse when you fall in love."
And Andaleeb hissed, "No way. I'll jump back to my planet before that happens."
Aryan watched her from his desk, raising his brows as her expressions changed from rage to panic to embarrassment in mere seconds.
He leaned toward a passing junior employee and whispered,
"If these two ever end up together, I'm going to write a book about it: How to Fall in Love While Hating Each Other 101."
The employee blinked and walked away in silence. Aryan laughed.
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Later that afternoon, as the office returned to its usual hum of keyboards and coffee runs, Zayan passed by her desk with a file.
She didn't look up.
So he stopped.
And stared.
Andaleeb, aware of his presence, didn't look. She just flipped another page like he didn't exist.
"Miss Shah," he finally said, voice low.
She looked up, expression blank.
"Yes, Mr. Khan?"
He leaned a little closer and murmured,
"Try not to get too friendly with every man who makes you laugh."
Her nostrils flared.
"And you try not to confuse every argument with a romantic invitation."
Zayan blinked.
And then—smirked.
"You do love to argue with me."
Andaleeb stood up so fast her chair creaked.
"And you do love acting like you're some prize in a cereal box!"
They were nose-to-nose now. Again.
Aryan looked up from his desk, sipping his coffee like he was watching a live drama.
"Okay," he mumbled again.
"This is definitely love… or a war declaration. I'm calling it now."
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End of Scene.
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