When Ice Meets Fire-2
The city was cruel in summer — dry heat rising off concrete, mixing with the buzz of traffic and impatient footsteps.
Inside a tiny café tucked between steel skyscrapers, the air smelled like cheap espresso, vanilla syrup, and exhaustion.
Aisha Khan tugged her apron down, wiping sweat from her forehead as she placed two cups on a tray. Her hands ached.
Her manager barked an order from behind the counter.
“Table 9! Go, go!”
Aisha, twenty-three, with warm brown eyes and oil-smudged sneakers, didn’t complain. She needed this job. Every tip counted — for her little sister’s school fees, for rent, for keeping the lights on.
She never noticed the man watching her from the doorway.
Until everything went still.
The café’s door swung open, and in stepped a man who didn’t belong. Not here.
He wore a jet-black suit, perfectly fitted. His dark hair was slicked back, and he moved like he owned the air around him.
People noticed. Conversations paused. Even the barista dropped a spoon.
He walked forward with silent command.
And stopped directly in front of her.
Aisha’s heart skipped. Something about him made her legs lock — not just his looks, but something colder. Calculated. Dangerous
Rafael Morgan
Are you Aisha Khan?
The man’s voice was smooth but icy. Like velvet hiding a blade.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled a cream envelope from his jacket and handed it to her.
Rafael Morgan
You’re needed at this address tomorrow. 10 a.m. Don’t be late.
Before she could speak, he turned and walked out, the café door swinging behind him.
Inside the envelope was a contract.
A marriage contract.
Signed by Rafael Morgan — CEO of Morgan Real Estate Empire.
A man she’d never met... until now.
Aisha Khan
Who the hell was that man?
Marriage? Is this some joke? No... the seal on the letter was real. The name was real. The demand was real.
What does a man like that want with someone like me?
Aisha Khan
Maya… something insane just happened.
Maya Sharma
What? Are you okay??
Aisha Khan
A man just came into the café. Tall, Rich, Scary. Give me a letter.
Maya Sharma
What kind of letter??
Aisha Khan
A marriage contract. With his name- Rafael Morgan.
Maya Sharma
WAIT. The Rafael Morgan?? The ruthless CEO guy??
Aisha Khan
Yes. I don’t know what’s happening
Maya Sharma
Are you in danger??
Aisha Khan
I don’t think so... but I have to go to his office tomorrow. It feels like I’ve just stepped into a different world.
Maya Sharma
Girl… be careful. This sounds like a trap.
Aisha Khan
Maybe. But I need answers.
Maya Sharma
If he lays a finger on you, I swear..
Aisha Khan
No one’s touching me. Not yet.
Comments
Max Goof
Absolutely captivating!
2025-05-16
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