Bound With The Billionaire

It's been 16 years since Zain Kapoor and Myra Reddy were bound by fate.

Myra was 4 when her marriage was fixed with Zain.

They didn't even know the meaning of marriage, yet their marriage was fixed.

It was Zain 's great grandfather's wish to bind Zain and Myra to settle.

After all this, Myra shifted to Los Angeles with her family..while Zain stayed back with his family in India.

They both knew that they were bound together but still didn't know each other personally.

Strange, right? I know.

16 years have passed. He has gotten busy with his career, and she is busy with her studies.

Let's get into the character sketch then.

Zain Kapoor: he is 25 years old and the new CEO of Kapoor Industry.. he is a monster.. that's what the world calls him. He loves his family very much.. he is introverted, rude, arrogant, dominant, and also has anger issues.. his one look makes any girl wake up on her knees.. his one smile can kill anyone.. At the age of 25, he accomplished so much and made his family proud... his 6.1 height... his brown eyes... his toned body... He is the epitome of perfection

Myra Reddy/Kapoor: The story's female protagonist. Myra is 20 years old and just completed her college studies at Los Angeles University. She is a party animal and a rich, spoilt brat; tags suit her. Her personality can be described as sassy, hot, bold, and fierce.She is sweet to sweet people, but if you mess up with her, she'll show you heaven on this Mother Earth.

Rishabh Reddy, Myra's younger brother, is 17 years old.

Tushar Reddy, the head of Reddy Industries and the coolest father to Myra and Rishabh, adores his wife and children as well as his wife and children.

Shweta Reddy: Myra and Rishabh's mother and Tushar's wife. She is a homemaker and very cool. She loves her family very much.

Jayant Kapoor: Head of Kapoor Industries, Zain and Diya's father loves his wife and children very much.

Mihika Kapoor: Jayant's wife, Zain, is Diya's mother. She is also a homemaker and loves her family very much.

Diya Kapoor, Zain's younger sister She is also 17 years old.

Prologue :

"No Myra, don't you know you're pretty drunk," Myra's friend said.

"Babe, shut up. I am not drunk. Okay, I am fine and it's time to show who is the real queen," Myra replied..

"Girls like you just know how to play with words and not more than that," said the other boy who was sitting in his car.

"You jerk," she stopped and then said, "Listen honey, you want to play right, it's OK. If you win, I can do anything for you. If I win, you have to clean my shoes with your hands," she said with a smirk..

"OK done," said the guy.

"So let's start the race," Myra's girl gang shouts.

"Bring it on," she said, showing her thumb and they started racing in the middle of the night.

Her friends started cheering for her as she sped up the car.

"Babe, there is a car which is coming from the front," her friend panicked.

Before she could react, her brand new car got hit by another car.

"Ohh My God I am alive. Thank you God." She thanked God for joining her hand.

"Shiittt my new car." She punched the steering wheel and stepped out of the car.

She walked towards the other car and knocked on the window, and a man in his mid twenties stepped out.

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"Are you mad or what, huh?" "How dare you hit my new car, huh?" she shouted.

"You tell me, are you blind or what, can't you just see the road and drive?" he yelled angrily as well.

"You hit my new car," she said, gritting her teeth.

"You also hit my car, Miss," he also said. "What were they doing huh?" "Damn you stupid teenage girls," her rage grew as he called her a teen.

"Excuse me Mr uncle "I am not a teenager, I am a 20yearold girl, and I also have a driving licence," she said, glaring at him.

"Girls like you just said like this only," he replied.

"You know what, just fuck off," she said, showing her middle finger.

"You fuck off," he shouted angrily.

"Urghhhh", she stomped her feet and sat inside her car.

to be continued.

She stepped inside the mansion, all angry and straightly went to the kitchen..l

"Why are you so angry, young lady?" she wondered as she turned to see her father standing there, arms crossed across his chest and looking at her suspiciously.

"Nothing, dad," she replied, and took out a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

"Dad Dii broke the headlight of the new car and also there are some scratches in front," Rishab, her younger brother, said, stepping inside the kitchen.

She spit the water out and started coughing badly. "Rishab, go and sleep," she said sternly.

He smirked and turned towards Tushar. "Dad, come with me," he said, and dragged him outside the mansion.

"You are so gone, Myra," she murmured to herself, and ran behind them.

"Care to explain, young lady?" Tushar asked and she gave him a nervous look, scratching her neck.

"Dad, I am sorry," she said, showing her puppy eyes.

"I asked something, Myra," Tushar said clearly.

"Dad, my car was hit by another car and all these things happened," she mumbled, looking down.

"What was your car hit by another car? Are you fine? "Did you get hurt?" he asked, concerned.

"Dad, I am fine "God saved me, it happened because of that asshole jerk," she said, making faces.

"Language women," she said as she turned to face her mother.

She bit her tongue and mumbled "sorry."

"What did you do with your new car, doll?" she asked, looking down as she heard Shweta.

"I'm sorry, mom," she said quietly.

"Are you OK, right?" Shweta asked and she nodded yes.

"Satyanash (messed up)," Rishabh said, looking at the car.

"Rishabh, I'll kill you. Just go and sleep," she shouted angrily.

"I'm sorry, Mom and Dad; this will not happen again," she said softly.

"Fine, go and sleep, it's pretty late," Ishita said.

"Dad, this new car repair cost should be." Myra cut her off, "Rishabh, I swear I'll kill you." He ran and Myra ran behind him, making their parents chuckle.

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Myra's POV..

My new baby got hurt because of that jerk. I despise him. I fucking despise him. Why am I thinking about him?I should sleep. Yes, I should sleep.

I laid down on the bed and soon drifted into a peaceful slumber.

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Next day,

"Mom bhabhi also lives in Los Angeles, hainaa?" Diya Zain's younger sister asked neonika while sipping her chocolate shake.

"Bhabhi who?" Zain asked as he sat for breakfast.

"Your wife," Diya said, and he gave her a noninterested look.

"We will go meet them today, baby," Mihika said.

"Really?" Diya asked, being unsure.

"Yes princess, actually Reddy's invited us today for lunch," Jayant replied, and Diya squealed as she was going to meet her bhabhi for the very first time.

"Zain will be there on time," neonika said.

"I have a meeting, mom," he said as he sipped his black coffee.

"What meeting, bhai? "Please cancel all the meetings and come with us," Diya said.

He stood up and wore his blazer. First of all, I came here for business purposes and not to meet with some families and my wife..you all are here for vacation right? Then do anything you want. I don't have any problem, but don't force me." He buttoned his blazer..

"That was rude," Diya said, making faces..and Zain just shrugged his shoulders..

"I'm sorry, Mom, but you know, there are so many pending works," Zain said to Mihika, cupping her cheeks.

"But zain, you can try at least," Mihika said.

"Ok Mom, I'll try it now." Mihika nodded and Zain kissed her forehead.

"Dad, I am going with you," Zain said.

"What happened to your car?" Jayant asked.

"My car hit another car the previous night," he said, recalling the moment the previous night when he was coming to Los Angeles airport.

"Oh My God Zain, did you get hurt?" Mihika asked in concern.

"No mom, I am fine," he replied.

"You sure?" Jayant asked, and he nodded yes.

"Okay then, let's go," Jayant said, and they left for the office.

Zain's POV

She was drinking and driving in the middle of the night. Such a spoilt brat. She was also shouting at me, but the mistake was hers. She broke the headlight of my car. Still she shouted at me. But she was cute. Her height, her eyes, and those chubby cheeks. Why do I think about her? My marriage is already fixed.

Myra was sound asleep on her queensize bed when Shweta entered and discovered her still sleeping.

She opened the curtains and sunlight directly fell on Myra's face, making her groan in frustration.

"Wakeup doll," she said softly, sitting beside her.

She placed her head on her lap and hugged her waist. "No, I want to sleep more," she mumbled in sleep and pressed her face against her belly, hugging her like a baby.

"It's already 12.pm, doll wakeup," Shweta said softly, and she nodded in agreement.

"Wakeup Myra Today, guests are coming for lunch, "she said, and Myra opened her eyes and looked at her.

"Guest who?" Myra asked, rubbing her eyes.

"Your inlaws," her eyes widened as she heard Shweta's response.

"What for?" she asked hastily.

"They are here in Los Angeles for some work. That's why we invited them for lunch," Shweta replied.

"Why mom, why?" she made a crying face.

"Myra You must accept the fact that you are shackled to him."Myra's anger rose.

"Bounded with him, wow mom, wow," she exclaimed, "just because my socalled husband's great grandfather was dying, you pushed your daughter into hell and bound her with marriage, huh?"She shouted.

"What was my age, mom, at that time, huh? I was 4!! Shweta looked down as she cried out, "Why mom, why?"

"And if you think that I am interested in meeting my socalled inlaws and my husband, then you are so fucking wrong," she said coldly, and went inside the restroom.

She took a nice shower, changed her outfit, and did a minimal amount of makeup.

She descended the stairs to find three unknown faces sitting on the couch.

Myra's pov

"Omg bhabhi (sisterinlaw)" I was shocked and just rooted in my place.

Mom claimed I wanted to flee here.

I forced a smile and walked towards them. I have to pretend that I am happy. I can't disappoint my parents. Yes, I am angry at them, but I do care for them.

"Hello aunty, hello uncle." I wished they would plaster a fake smile on my face.

"Myra, you have grown up into a beautiful woman," Aunty said, lovingly caressing my cheek. I hope Aunty's son is not a chimp.

"Thank you, Aunty" Myra You have to act like a good girl.

I was so hungry, but to be honest, I lost my appetite.

"You are so pretty, bhabhi," said the girl.

This bhabhi thing is so vexing.

"Hii, I am Diya Kapoor," she said, extending her hand.

"Hi, I am Myra." I shook hands with her.

"So, Myra, which college are you in?" inquired my uncle, who is also my sasurji (fatherinlaw).

I responded with a smile... of course, it's a phoney smile.

"Which stream?" He asked

Who are you? An interviewer!! My mind screamed

"Mind your own business," I murmured.

"Huhh what?" he asked.

"Business study I replied with a tightlipped smile.. and he nodded..

"Myra Go and show Diya the whole mansion, "mom said I nodded and stood up with her.

I showed her the whole mansion and at last took her to my room.

"Your room is so beautiful, bhabhi." Why bhabhi, why ???

"Thank you, Diya" I smiled, not a fake one this time. She is really cute.

"Sit na," I said, and she sat on the bed, with me next to her.

"So which class do you belong in?" I asked her.

"I just completed my 12th; now it's time for college," she replied with a sigh, and I nodded.

Mom sent snacks for us in the room, and we started eating them while talking about some random things.

She went to the restroom and I turned on my phone while sipping my mango shake. Just then, I heard a phone ringing.

My travelled to the other phone, which was placed on the bed. It must be Diya's phone.

"Diya, your phone is ringing," I shouted from outside.

"Can you please check the name?" she shouted back.

I picked her phone and saw the name that was flashing "bhai"

"It's flashing bhai," I replied.

"You can pick the call, bhabhi, it's your husband's call." My eyes widened and suddenly my hands started shivering.

The phone stopped ringing and I sighed in relief.

But then it began to ring again."Diya, please come out, your phone is ringing constantly," I said.

"Please pick up the call, bhabhi, it may be something important," she said from inside..

I wanted to bang my head on the wall.

Myra Reddy, control yourself You aren't scared, you are nervous. I am not nervous. Yes, I am not...

I picked up the call and waited for him to say something. "Hello Diya?" Oh my God, my heartbeat... Myra, control...

"Hello, Diya you there?" He asked once again, "His voice is husky I think I heard this voice somewhere... What the hell am I thinking?

I cleared my throat, "ummm.. actually Diya is in the restroom," I said, controlling my erratic heartbeat..

"Who are you?" He asked.

"My... Myra," I mumbled.I am getting nervous. Why, why, why?

"Because you are talking with your patidev for the first time," my heart said, dancing to some crazy songs.

I smirked. "Umm okayyy te..tell Diya that I can't come to..day in your home for lunch." he said, and I smirked. "Yes, he also stammered, which means he also got nervous."

I want to dance... yayy

"OK," I said as I hung up the phone and slid back into bed.

to be continued.

Zain's POV

Diya is continuously messaging me to come to Reddy's residence, damn this girl. I am here for work, not to meet with my soon to be wife.

Wife? But who is my wife? Is she cute? Is she beautiful? Is she. uhm, forget it.

I think I should call her Diya.

I dialled her number but she didn't pick up my call.

I think I should call her once again.

I called her once again and this time she picked up my call, but she isn't saying anything. "Hello Diya?" I think Diya is getting mad.

"Hello, Diya you there?" I asked once again.

I heard she cleared her throat, "ummm... actually Diya is in the restroom." Whose voice is this? I think I heard this voice somewhere! But where?

"Who are you?" I asked.

"My... Myra," she mumbled.I smirked as she stammered Zain Kapoor's voice can make anyone nervous.

Wait, wait, wait.

Shitt shitt shitt, Myra means Myra Reddy What Does Myra Zain Kapoor Mean?My heart rate increased, and sweat beads began to form on my brow.I am sitting in my airconditioned cabin, but still.

Why am I getting nervous? Control, you are Zain Kapoor.

I stammered, I fucking stammered in my first conversation with my wife.

My brain screamed.

What is she thinking about me?

"OK," she said meekly, cutting the call as I sat there palming my face.

"What happened, bro?" I asked, looking up to see Samar, my best friend and business partner.

"No... nothing," I mumbled...

"Drink this," he said, forwarding me a glass of water.

"No, tell me what happened," he asked as I gulped the water.

I told him everything and he started laughing loudly.

"Zain The Scared Kitten," he said as he laughed.

"Samar," I glared, but he laughed even louder.

I stood up and punched his back, and he winced in pain.

Just then we heard a knock on the door.. "I ordered pizza for us," he said, taking the pizza.

I nodded and we washed our hands and sat down to have pizza for our lunch.

Zain, tu sacchi me darr gaya kya?(Zain, did you really get scared?) "he said and laughed while sipping his coke.

"Samar, shut up, otherwise I'll kill you." I made a mistake by telling him everything.

"Baby darr gaya tha (zain baby got scared)," he said and laughed.

"Fuck you, Samar," I yelled.

"You should fuck your wife." I choked my pizza and started coughing badly.

"Abeyyyy what happened zain breathe, you can't die bro, you're still virgin," he said dramatically, rubbing my back.

I drank the water and turned to face him, saying, "I'll kill you, Samar."

"You can't, Jaanu. I am your first girlfriend," he said, and I pushed him.

"Eew, chee samar pagal hogaya hai kya? I think you aren't happy with your girlfriend, " he fell back on the couch, laughing loudly, seeing my poker face.

"Zain, I can't believe you're still alive without ahem ahem," he said, much to my chagrin.

Get out of my cabin, warna maine dhakke mar kar nikal dena hai(otherwise I will throw you out)" I shouted at him.. he is fully prepared to insult the shit out of me..

"Baby ko gussa aaraha hai (baby is getting angry)" He laughed, and before I could reply, I heard a knock.

"Come in," I said, and my newest pa came inside.

She started discussing some upcoming meetings and was throwing herself on me, which I didn't like. I wanted to shout at her but I controlled myself.

I could hear Samar's voice.

"And one more thing, he is already married." Her eyes widened.

She quickly told me about my schedule and left, and we laughed out loud.

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At night.

I was sitting on my bed using my phone when I heard a knock.. I looked towards the door to find Diya standing there.

"Come na, why are you standing there?" I said to her.

She approached me and jumped on my bed...damn she's a kangaroo.

"You know bro, I met with your to be wife and she is so beautiful," she said excitedly. I nodded.

"She is pretty." I nodded.

"She is cute." I nodded.

"She is so kind." I nodded.

"She is a sweetheart." I nodded.

"You know what bro, she also gifted me earrings," she said with a smile.

"Anything more babysis?" I asked, yawning.

She said, "Bro, you can't sleep. You have to talk to me." She said, "No, actually shouted."

"Diya I am very tired. Please let me sleep, "I said." She pouted.

"No bro, you can't sleep," she said as I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes.

"Wait, let me call your wife. I have got her number." I sat on the bed with a jerk, hearing her.

"No diya, you can't," I said, glaring at her.

She showed her tongue and dialled Myra's number I want to bang my head on the wall.

"Diya cut the call." I glared at her.

And she picked up the call.

"Hello bhabhi," Diya wished her very sweetly.

"Hello Diya." Her voice is really sweet.

Diya thanked her for the lunch and the earrings; they were so awesome and beautiful.

"I am glad you liked it, baby,"she replied.

"Like kya, I loved it," Diya said.

"Bhabhi woh actually na bhai said your voice is really sweet," Diya said, and my eyes widened.

Is my baby a mind reader?

"Tell him that I said thank you," she said.

"And he is very sad that he couldn't meet you today," she said.

I snatched the phone from her hand and hung up the call.

"You are so gone, Diya." She ran and I ran behind her.

to be continued.

"Mom, I am going out," Myra shouted, wearing her jacket.

"Where?" Shweta asked, coming out of the kitchen.

"I am going to do some shopping, mom," she said. "And yes, I am going alone."

"Okay, come soon," Shweta said, and kissed her forehead.

"I want to go with you," Rishabh said, descending the stairs.

"I am not taking you with me," Myra said rudely.

"Diii, I want to go with you please," Rishabh said, showing his puppy eyes.

"Fine," Myra said defeated.

When she heard him, she made a funny face.

"Ok mom, we are leaving, so bye, take care" and they left.

They went to Westfield Century City, one of the best malls in Los Angeles.

Myra's POV.

"Diii, I am going to the men's section," Rishabh said, while I was busy checking some tops for myself.

"OK," I said, nodding.

I bought some crop tops and shirts for myself. Just then, my phone beeped with a message.

From Rishabh

Dii I am in the apple store. Please come here. I need your help in buying airpods.

I was walking towards the apple store when all of a sudden my butt kissed the floor as I bumped against the walking wall.

Walking wall? I'm getting irritated.

"Hey, I am so sorry." I heard a voice and looked up.

"YOU!" we both shouted in unison, grabbing some attention from other people.

"You asshole, just because of you, my branded tops fell down," I shouted and started picking up my shopping bags.

He picked up my other two shopping bags and handed them to me, which I took rudely.

"Hey, I am." "You, Mr., what are you doing?" I cut him off."Are you following me?" I asked suspiciously.

"Are you insane or what, is this your mall or your boyfriend's mall?" he exclaimed.

"Ohh Hello, I am Engaged," I said, my gaze fixed on him.

"Even though I am also engaged, I don't have time to follow you," he said, rolling his eyes.

"You know what, you are a trouble maker. You broke the headlight of my new car," I said, stomping my foot.

"I think you are forgetting, you also broke the headlight of my car and the mistake was yours. You were doing racing in the middle of the night," he said, much to my annoyance.

"I pity your husband," he said, and my anger rose.

"How dare you to drag my husband into this matter. I hope your wife is fine with you!! "Because I feel sorry for her seeing you," I said angrily.

"You are also dragging my wife." Arghhhh I will kill him.

"You are impossible," I said angrily.

"Even you are impossible,"he said.

We looked here and there to find most of the people were looking at us.

"It's okay, baby, this fighting in your relationship will strengthen your bond," one elderly lady said.

"Umm mam, you are mistaken. We aren't in a relationship," I said to her softly.

"Aahaa, I think you are very angry with your husband. That's why you are saying this," she said.

"Mam, he is not my husband," I said, trying to make her understand.

She chuckled and put her hand on my head, then looked at me and said " may God bless you both" and she left and we were looking at her like an alien.

"I hope we will never meet again," I said to him.

And what did he do?

He didn't reply to me. He wore his sunglasses and left.

He ignored me!!

He freaking ignored me.

He ignored Myra Reddy.

"Urghhh, I hate you," I said angrily and went to the apple store where my baby brother was waiting.

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4 days later,

Myra's pov

"Doll today, the Kapoors are throwing a party here because they finally got the deal," mom said as she entered the room.

"So what will I do?" I asked in a duh tone while applying nail paint.

"They invited us," she said.

"Ooh accha toh, you can go mom, I am not stopping you." I replied, while my concentration was on my nails.

"Urghhh doll, you are coming with us." I so knew it.

I looked at her and asked "and why do you think so?"

"Because I am your mother," she said, and I chuckled.

"Come on, mom, stop acting like an Indian mother," I told her.

"Myra Reddy "I'm Indian, and you are, too," I said with a tightlipped smile.

"But I am not coming," I said.

"You have to do it, and this is your outfit," she said, and forwarded me a bag.

"Myra, please come with us...and even you will have the opportunity to meet with Zain," mom said, much to my chagrin.

I said, "I am not interested in meeting my socalled husband, mom." I said, "Well, I am a little bit interested also."

"We are going and it's final," she said and left.

Aayiappa please, I don't want any chimpu as my husband.

I fell back on the bed and started using my phone.

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Zain 's pov.

"Bro bhabhi is coming tonight for a party," Diya said excitedly, stepping inside my room.

I asked her where your manners were, Miss Kapoor, you forgot to knock on the door. I looked at her and she made a face.

My pupils dilated...

"Diya behave!" I glared at her.

"Sorry," she said innocently as she sat beside me.

"Accha bro, so I was saying that she was coming today," she said once again.

Why is she so excited?

So what will I do? "Dance karu (should I dance )" I am frustrated now.

"You can dance, bro, who is stopping you?" she said in a duh tone.

I said gritting my teeth. "Diya baby, please kindly leave my room."

"Yeah, yeah, I am going." She rolled her eyes at me and left..

I sat down on the bed and closed my eyes...she'll be here today!!So what? She can come. What is the problem with that? She is invited here.. so why am I thinking about her? Urghhhhh ..

I stood up and went to my gym room.

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in the evening

Myra's POV..

I wore a dress that my mother had given to me. Wow, I look lovely.I tied my hair in a bun and did a minimal amount of makeup... I applied winged eyeliner and blood red lipstick. I highlighted my collarbone a little bit as my dress is offshoulder. I sprayed some perfume.

I wore my high heels and twirled. I complimented myself and clicked some pictures of "Pretty Myra."

Mom really chose the best dress for me...

I took my Gucci sling and my phone and left my room.

"Mom and dad, I'm ready," I exclaimed as I descended the stairs.

"Pretty princess," Dad complimented, and I smiled. "Even though you're looking good, dad."

"Beautiful," mom said, and I gave her a flying kiss... "thank you, pretty momma."

"Everyone looks beautiful after doing makeup," Rishabh said, and I made a face.

"You are wearing a branded tuxedo, but you are still looking like a fool," I snapped back at him.

"If you both are done, so shall we." Dad asked and I nodded.

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We stepped inside the mansion.. wow, it's impressive. They have nice mansions here...

"Finally you all are here." I heard Mihika aunty urf my sasumom's voice as she walked towards us with Jayant uncle.

"You are looking so beautiful, Myra," Mihika Aunty complimented.

"Thank you, aunty." I thanked her and she started talking with Mom and Dad.

This party is so boring. I so freaking hate business parties.

"Bhabhi," I heard a loud squeal...

Why bhabhi, why ?

I turned towards her and she hugged me. "You are looking so hot, bhabhi."

I smiled and said, "Thank you, baby, even though you are looking pretty." She smiled.

"Dii woh mein." Rishabh stopped and looked at Diya, widening his eyes, while Diya smiled at him.

"Back to earth, Rishabh," I said into his ear, pinching his arm.

He cleared his throat. "Hiii, I am Rishabh," he put his hand forward.

"Not interested," she said in a duh tone, and I laughed out loud.

"Bhabhi, come with me na," Diya dragged me along, and I cast a pitying glance at Rishabh.

"Bhabhi, try this, it's so awesome," Diya said, giving me a glass of lemon mojito.

"It's one of my favorites," I said, taking a sip of mojito. She took apple soda for herself.

"Myra, come here," mom said, and we walked over to them.

I went to my mom, where my inlaws were also standing, and also a guy was standing there whose back was facing me..

"Myra, meet my son Zain Kapoor," said Nevika Aunty.. He turned and my eyes widened..

"YOU!" we both shouted in unison, and the glass of mojito fell from my hand.

"You both already know each other," mom and Sasumom asked us together.

While I was completely shocked.

"Who is he, mom?" I asked mom.

"Your tobe husband, Zain Kapoor," mom said to me.

"And she is your future wife, Myra Zain Kapoor," Sasumom explained.

No no no, this can't happen I think I am dreaming. This is a bad dream. no no, this is a nightmare. I want to wake up from this nightmare.

"She can't be my wife" and " he can't be my husband" we both shouted in unison.

to be continued.

Bhabhi means SisterinLaw (brother's wife).

Bhai means brother.

Sasu Mom means "MotherinLaw,"

Sasurji means "FatherinLaw."

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"She can't be my wife" and " he can't be my husband" we both shouted in unison.

"What?" our parents looked shocked.

"I think there's a misunderstanding, Mom and Dad; he can't be my husband," I told my parents.

"Yes, mom and dad, I think there is some misunderstanding. "She can't be my wife," he said to his parents.

"Myra, what are you saying?" "Are you insane? He's your future husband, Zain Kapoor," mom said sternly, trying to make me understand.

"Zain, are you upset or what?" Jayant's uncle asked.

"Yes bhabhi, he is your tobe husband and my brother," Diya said to me.

Oh my God, what is happening to me? Am I really engaged to him? No, no, I want to go home. I need some rest. I can't take this shit anymore.. at least not right now!

"Mom, I want to go home," I said, looking at home.

"You can't go right now, doll," mom said.

"Yes, because it's your and Zain's official engagement in front of the world." I was stunned and rooted to my seat while listening to Nevika Aunty.

"Whaa.. whatt?" I think I heard something wrong.

"Mom," I said, and she simply nodded.

I held mom's hand and dragged her with me to the other corner. "Mom, what is happening?" I asked her.

"It's your engagement," Mom said, and I looked at her blankly.

"Mom, are you fucking out of your mind?" I was so frustrated.

"Watch your tongue, doll," she said sternly.

"What's on your tongue, huh? I just trapped by you.. you fucking trapped me.. Idk why I came here in the first place," I said angrily. "

"What's the harm in doing an engagement with him?" Mom asked.

"You both are already bound and now we are doing this just to show the world what's wrong with that," she said so casually, like nothing happened.

"Mom, what about me? Do I not deserve to make any decision for myself? " I asked.

It's not like that. Why are you saying this? " Mom said, about to wipe my tears away, but I stopped her by showing my palm.

"Princess," I said as I turned to face Dad.

"Dad, what is happening here?" "Why are you all doing this with me?" I asked, holding his hand.

"Princess, it's just an engagement," Dad said calmly.

We are already engaged, right? Now why this engagement thing? " I asked him, wiping my tears harshly.

"Please do it, princess," dad said.

I walked away, wiping away my tears.

Zain's pov...

"What's going on, Mom and Dad?" I asked mom and dad. I am still shocked that she is my wife.

"Just to make this relationship official, what is wrong with that?" his dad replied.

"It's my engagement, and you haven't told me anything; wow, like wow." I clapped my hands. I am so fucking angry right now.

"What's wrong with that, Zain?" "You two are already bound, and we're just doing it to show the world that you're already engaged," my mother explained.

If you both already decided everything right, then why the hell am I wasting my time? Fine, then do anything you want! "  I walked away after saying this angrily.

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Right now, I feel like I'm the centre of attention... oohh damnn It's my engagement, my fucking engagement to my tobe wife, Myra. I still can't believe that she is the same girl with whom I fought on the very first day.

Anyways, where is my socalled wife...? Ohh, there she is walking towards us with her parents and brother.

While Dad announced my engagement to everyone... while I forced a smile...

Why is she not shouting right now as she stands in front of me, looking down? I mean, she always shouts whenever she sees me!! Anyway, leave it.

Mom sends me a ring.

I took it from her while my wife stood still. When her mom nudged her, she extended her left hand and I slipped the ring on her ring finger. Unknowingly, I shivered when my hand touched hers, and I don't know why.

Myra's POV..

Engagement? My fucking engagement! Wow, just wow. I want to bang my head on the wall. I can't believe that I am married to that arrogant a.

"Myra"  mom poked my shoulder, and I flashed her a tightlipped smile and put my hand forward and he slipped the diamond ring on my ring finger.

Myr'a Reddy, just run,' My mind screamed.

Myra, take this," Mom says, as she hands me a ring.

I took the ring from her and he thrust his left hand forward arrogantly. I so wanted to thrust this ring into his mouth. I made him wear the ring and shivered unknowingly when my hand came into contact with his.

Everyone clapped their hands, and I stood there, forcing a smile on my beautiful face.

Dad popped the bottle of champagne, opened it and made us drink it. Why this formality?

I am so fed up with all this!

Myra's POV..

"Now it's time to dance," said Jayant Uncle.

"Zain, go and ask Myra for a dance." Why Mihika Aunty, why don't I want to dance with him?

He, being an obedient mamma's boy, came to me and asked me for a dance. Oh, okay, listen, there was no sweetness in his voice. He is just an arrogant jerkass.

"Aahaa Mr. Kapoor I have a better dance partner, "I replied, and went to see Dad. "

I asked, raising my hand. "Dad, may I have the pleasure of dancing with you?"

"Why not, beautiful lady?" He placed his hand on mine and the other on my shoulder and we started dancing.

I glanced at my arrogant patidev, who was huffing like a mad bull as he was getting angry... come on, he is so selfobsessed. How could he think that I would dance with him after what he did with my new car?

He freaking broke the headlights of my new baby.

"You also broke the headlight of his car," my heart screamed, which I royally ignored.

"See there, Myra," dad pointed out, widening my eyes; that jerk is dancing with my mother... how dare he?

"Princess, are you getting jealous because he is dancing with your mom?" the dad asked.

Jealous huh? No, no, I am not jealous. He can dance with any chick. I don't have any problems, but why my mom?

"Of course not, dad, because I'm dancing with the most handsome boy on the planet," he said as he patted my head.

I looked around to find Rishabh dancing with Mihika Aunty and Jayant Uncle Diya; all the couples are mismatched here, but it's cute... except that ass is dancing with my mom.

"It's time to change the partners and get back into the matched partners," the host announced, changing the song. Damn, it's one of my favourite songs.

Ed Sheeran's perfect.

(You should listen to this song once, because the lyrics and the song are just perfect.)

We changed the partners and now I have to dance with an arrogant ass..

He clutched my wrist tightly, pulling me close.

I am enjoying the song, humming softly and forcing myself to dance with him. My left hand was entwined with his right one, and my right hand was on his shoulder while his left hand was on my waist, which gave some jittery feelings.

I looked up at his face, and I don't know why, but I wanted to punch his handsome face.

Handsome? Umm he is anyway..

He twirled me around and pulled me with such force that my back touched his, sending shivers down my spine.

I see my future in your eyes.

The song is so perfect and lovable like the title itself, and here we are not a lovable couple freakkk, we aren't even a couple, or maybe we are, we just wanted to fight.. and this song doesn't even match a little bit of us..

I excused myself and went outside to get some fresh air.

I sat on the bench, holding my head.

Why God, why did you choose that jerkass for me? After a few minutes, my phone rang. I took out my phone from my sling bag to find it's mom's number.

I don't want to talk with anyone still I picked up the call unwillingly. "Yeah, mom?"

"Where are you, doll?" Mom asked.

I sighed and replied, "I am outside mom."

"What are you doing outside, huh?" "Come inside, your inlaws are looking for you." My anger rose.

"What the fuck is your problem, mom? For God's sake, let me breathe peacefully for a little while longer. " I hung up without even listening to her.

Why is everything happening in a rush ? Why can't they give me some time to accept all this? I just turned 20 and now this engagement drama with my tobe jerkass husband is starting.

Urghhh I shouldn't have shouted at Mom like that. I sighed and stood up and wiped my tears. I looked at my phone with the help of the front camera. I set my hair a little and plastered a fake smile on my face and started walking, only to be bumped with something hard and my new phone fell down. I kneeled to pick up my phone.

"You just love to bump with me, don't you?" I heard the voice and my anger rose because the voice belonged to my arrogant jerkass husband, Zain Kapoor.

I gritted my teeth. "No, you actually like to bump with me."

"It was you who just happened to run into me," he insisted.

"Were you walking with closed eyes?" I shouted.

"Why the hell are you shouting?" he said, glaring at me.

"I don't want to talk to you," I said, stomping my feet.

"Even I am not dying to talk to you," he said, much to my annoyance.

I said and was about to leave, but because of my high heels, my leg got twisted and I just shut my eyes tightly. God, I don't want to fall. Please save me, please. I will share my chocolates with you, please God.

Wait, wait, wait.. I think this world just stopped because I didn't fall, and my virgin butt didn't kiss the floor. Okay, wait, there is a clutch on my waist, oh my! Is this some ghost holding me close? I think I should open my eyes. I opened my eyes and found that Jerkass was holding me.

"What are you doing holding me?" "Leave me now," he smirked, still holding me.

"I said, jerkass, leave me alone," I said.I shouted this time.

"You sure?" He asked why in the hell he was smirking?

"Yess, just fucking leave me," I scowled, and the next thing I knew, my butt kissed the floor."Oh my God," I writhed in agony, aah my butt hurts as I fall flat.

"How dare you!" I shouted.

I just stared at him.

Wait wait.

He called me Mrs. How dare he?

I got up and yelled, "How dare you call me wifey, huh?"

In a blink, he pulled me with a jerk by clutching my waist, making my eyes widen. Before leaving, he took my left hand in his and kissed the ring finger on my left hand, where the engagement ring was, while I rooted.

What the hell has just happened?

to be continued.

Myra's pov

He kissed my hand. How dare he? Urghhh Zain Kapoor I'll kill you.

"Then you will become a widow," my mind screamed.

Damn it's already 2.a.m. at night. I should sleep, but sleep is far away from my eyes.

Ughhh I sat grumpily on the bed... urghhh I despise you Kapoor.I punched my pillow and groaned in frustration.

God, why him?

I want to sleep!!

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Next day,

I woke up to the continuous ringing of my phone.. urghhh, now who is calling me?

I took the phone, which flashed

"Diya?"

Now why is she calling me?

Oh my God, this bhabhi thing...

"Morning diya," I wished her in a sleepy tone.

"Sorry to break your sleep, bhabhi." I cut her off, "that's totally OK sweety, now tell me anything important." I asked.

"Woh actually, bhabhi, please go get ready, we're going out," she said, and I sat on the bed with jerk.

"What where?" I asked.

"Bhabhi, you know na today is Sunday, so Bhai doesn't have an office and I want him to take me out because this is the first time I am here in Los Angeles and he agreed, but I want you to come with us," she said sweetly..

"You can enjoy him alone, baby. Why do you want me to come there?" I asked softly. I am not really in the mood to go somewhere with that jerkass.

"Bhabhi bhai is so boring and strict and if you are there then it will be fine. Please come, please. I also want to see that Hollywood sign. It's my dream to visit that place." She said so cutely that there is no point to deny her.

"OK fine," I admitted defeat.

"Awesome, then we will pick you up in one and a half hours,"she said excitedly.

"Done," I said as I hung up the phone and got out of bed.

I walked into my closet and was trying to pick a dress for today. Just then I heard a knock..

"You can come inside, Rishi," I said from inside.

"Good morning, diii," he said as he entered the room, sipping his energy drink.

"Morning," I wished him back while my eyes were on my outfits.

"Going somewhere?" He asked.

"Yeah, I am going out with Diya and Zain," I replied, and finally took out an outfit for myself.

"I also want to go," he said, giving me a smile.

"I am not taking you with me," I replied with a tightlipped smile.

"Pleasshhh diii pleasshh," he said, like a baby holding my hand.

"Why are you even trying, babybro? "She is not interested in you," I said, slapping his head.

"Ooh comeon, diii, your bro is so handsome." He set his hair and I rolled my eyes at him.

I said, "You just know how to do drama," I said, and he made a face.

"Please, please take me with you, otherwise I will become bored here," he said, showing his puppy eyes..

"Please, Diii, I promise I won't trouble you," he said.

"Fine, now go and get ready," I said with a sigh.

"Ohh my God, thank you Diii," he said as he kissed my left cheek and exited my room.

I took a shower and got ready. I did a minimal amount of makeup and I left my hair open. I took my sling bag and wore my sneakers.

Taking my phone I went out of my room and descended the stairs.

"Good morning, mom and dad," I wished as I sat for breakfast.

"Where are you going, princess?" the dad asked.

I replied by spreading Nutella on my bread...and mom choked on her bread and began coughing violently.

She wasn't expecting this for me!

"Are you all right, Mom?"I gave her a glass of water and rubbed her back to calm her down.

"I am fine, doll," she replied, calming her breath.

"Are you really going with them?" she asked, unsure of my statement.

"Yeah mom, Diya called and asked me to accompany her," I replied, taking a bite of my bread.

"And I am also going with Dii," Rishabh said, and sat beside me.

Rishabh's outfit

We completed our breakfast and I was sipping my juice. Just then, we heard a doorbell ring.. one of our butlers opened the door.

"Good morning, uncle and aunty," Diya wished as she stepped inside... they reciprocated.

"You are looking so beautiful, bhabhi," she complimented.

"Thank you, sweety, even though you are looking beautiful," I replied with a smile.

Myra's outfit

"Come on, join us for breakfast," mom said.

"Thank you aunty, but I am full right now. Toh phir kabhi," she replied with a smile.

"Where is Zain?" Dad asked.

"He is outside with Samar bhai," Diya replied.

"Bhabhi, let's go, we are getting late," she said, holding my hand.

I nodded and looked at mom dad "okay so we are leaving now and dad I want you take mom in a romantic lunch date and today is sunday also" I winked at Dad, making Mom's eyes widen.

"Now bye," I walked out with Diya..

"Diii wait, I am also coming." Rishabh came running..

"Why are you taking him with you, bhabhi?" Diya said, and Rishabh made a face.

"Excuse me, I will go where my dii goes okay." Rishabh replied with an attitude.

"Hey you..." I cut Diya off. "Don't fight now, guys," I said to them.

I found Zain's car outside, and he was standing outside with a new guy.

Zain's pov

"Congratulations Kapoor, you are officially engaged now." Okay, it's been more than 15 mins and Samar is insulting me as Diya went inside Reddy's residence.

"Yaar, I missed the food of your engagement," Samar said, and I made a face.

I thanked God thousands of times that he wasn't present the previous night at my engagement. Oh yeah, he got stuck somewhere.

"I want a treat from you btw," he said.

"Chup ekdam chup (shut up just shut up)" I said and stepped out of the car, and so did he.

Just then, I saw Myra was walking towards us with Diya and Rishabh.

What is she wearing? Umm, whatever, she is looking hot..the slit on her skirt gives the view of her sexy toned leg.

Hot what? My mind screamed

Umm, nevermind.

"Hello, bhabhi jii," Samar said, and I could see her face turn angry.

To be continued