Jungle fever

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Chap 1

Christine Daae couldn't believe she would do this in her right mind. She was half way from her home, France, to marry a man she had never even met before. She only read his letter, which was sent to his brother, Nadir Khan, and she knew his name was Erik Khan and he was the owner of one of the biggest farms in Africa.

She only had his letter, and something about him pulled her to this strange place she had never been to…

"Dear brother,
Thank you for those men you sent me last year, they are very helpful with the work here, also thank you for the photo of the new niece, I am happy to know that both Hannah and Robert are healthy. I will pay you a visit as soon as I can.
My works here are going on the right way now, and I have been thinking about what you said last time we met, that I should get married. You were right, this house is getting lonely, and I want to have someone to share it. So I leave the case in your hands, find me a suitable woman to become my wife.
I wish health to you and your family,
Your brother,
Erik Khan."

That was it, just because of a letter around one hundred words she was here, in Africa of all places. She didn't know why, but something about him made her want to meet this mysterious 'Erik Khan' in person, he was the richest Comte of France's Brother, yet no one knew anything about him, the only things they know that he was 15 years old when he left France to go to Africa and build his own empire and that he was successful.

Christine remembered Nadir Khan's helpless face when he came to ask for her help, he was the patron in the Opera house that Christine was working as the lead soprano. The man didn't know how to find his brother a suitable wife.

"Normal women wouldn't want to stay with Erik more than two minutes; he has this power in him that could make anyone run away." Nadir said. "Erik will need a woman who is strong, independent and smart, who will put him in his place and know what she wants, what she needs."

Christine giggled again, before Nadir came to her, he was so helpless that he even put a ' wife wanted' add in the newspapers, she still felt funny about that wanted title: Contraction marriage wanted. Of course no one had even met Erik before, but marring the richest Comte in France's brother didn't sound bad at all. So there were so many women came to Nadir's door, he couldn't decide.

That was when Nadir came to Christine, to help him choose.

Christine was more than happy to help her friend. She read all the letters and conducted the entire interviews but none of those women were suitable to what Nadir wanted for his brother. When everything was hopeless, she found out that her suppose-to-be-loyal Fiancé, the man of every woman's dream. Raoul De Chagny had been sleeping with who knows how many women in Paris. After one stressful day, Christine came to Raoul De Chagny's house, hoping to be cheered up by her handsome suitor. She found Raoul in his bed with one of his maids.

"Because you didn't give me what I want, I had to take it from other women, it is your own fault." Raoul said, but she broke their engagement off anyway.

Christine was hurt, how dare he? She was a lady, not a tramp. He wasn't happy about it but there was nothing he could do, except walking away saying that she would be sorry for doing this to him...

Christine didn't care.

Now to think, Christine thought she knew him, Raoul was her childhood friend. He left France with his family when they were seven. She guessed times change, people change. He was no longer the boy chased after her scarf. He was back in Paris two months ago, the day that she first sang on stage as the lead soprano. Why didn't Christine think about this before, he didn't even notice her when they walked pass each others. Only after she went on stage that he walked to her dress room to talk to her. With his charm, she let him knock her off her feet and agree to marry him when he asked for her hands in marriage only after a couple of dinners. Good thing she didn't give him her virtue when he asked for it, "We are going to get married anyway," was his excuse.

Christine was hurt; she wanted to go away, far away from that man. And since she couldn't find Nadir's brother a good wife. Why didn't she go? She was strong, independent and smart; she would be a good wife to Nadir's brother.

That was why Christine Daae, the lead soprano, was sitting on this small boat and sailing to the Khan mansion.

After five hours, Christine finally got off the boat; a man around thirty was already waiting for her on the shore.

"Good afternoon, Mademoiselle, I am Stephen Anderson, Monsieur Khan's Secretary, I am here to pick you up and take you to the Khan mansion."

"Hello, I am Christine Daae. I am here according to Monsieur Khan's letter to his brother."

"Aah, you will become Monsieur Khan's wife? Please follow me, and on our way to your new home, I will show you some of Monsieur Khan's work."

"Monsieur Khan will not join us?"

"I am sorry, he has a matter in hands he need to do."

Christine and Stephen walked, he showed her the Khan 'farm', it was huge, with thousand of workers.

"This place is so big."

"The Khan farm is over five hundred kilometers by three hundred kilometers. The Khan mansion is at the end of this road. Also, the Khan farm is separate into four parts, three are where we plan all kind of fruits, the last one is where we keep our animals."

"You can't possibly call this place a farm."

"Monsieur Khan named it like that, Mademoiselle."

"Oh."

"This way, Mademoiselle, to the Khan mansion."

"Okay."

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Once again Christine Daae was amazed with the size of the Khan home. It was, like the farm, huge.

"Everything you see in this house is Monsieur Khan's design."

"He designed it all?"

"Yes, he is a quite talented man. I will show you to your room, Mademoiselle. You must be tired from all the traveling."

"Thank you, monsieur Anderson."

"My pleasure."

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Christine was sitting in her room, when a small African girl walked in.

"Good evening Madame Khan, my name is Maka, I am here to serve you and help you." The girl said.

"Oh, you are a servant? But you are only a child, you should be going to school and living with your parents, not working …"

"No, Madame, it is not like that, I am an orphan, thanks to Monsieur Khan, I got a home and everything I need to live." Maka smiled. "Monsieur Khan is a good man, he may act all tough and hard, but I know he is quite soft inside, you just need to get to know him better."

"Wise things for a child to say, dear." Christine praised.

"Having to live all by myself since I was born helped me gain everything I need, Madame." Maka bowed.

"You don't need to call me that, I haven't married Monsieur Khan yet, I want you to call me Christine, okay? And I will call you Maka."

"As you wish, Christine."

"So, when will I get to meet the ' oh so great ' Monsieur Khan?" Christine smiled.

"Monsieur Khan will join you at dinner, Christine." Maka giggled at the way Christine called her soon-to-be- husband.

"I will be waiting then." And Maka walked out of her room.

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Maka came to ask Christine to go to the dinning room. She didn't know why, but Christine was excited to meet this mystery man, whose name was raised by all of his workers. Everyone said he may act like he didn't care, but the truth was he did everything he could for the others.

Finally she was right outside of the dinning room, where Erik Khan was waiting inside, the man she would marry.

Christine took a deep breath and opened the door.

(TBC)

note to you: hello, everyone, i am sorry i haven't been able to update " the Angel's Diary" because i am stuck here. so while i try to think of something interesting that will happen in this story, i will write this .