It All Started With A Forced Marriage

Introduction.

Marrying at the age of 19 wasn't her dream. She wanted to become a doctor, but her dreams were broken when her parents forced her to marry someone she hated the most.

She loves another boy, but her parents forced her to marry a monster.

She tried every possible way, but everything went in vain. Their business was about to go bankrupt, and if she wouldn't marry him, then her family would be on the road.

This marriage is a nightmare for her, and she has promised herself that she will not give him any rights as a husband, that she will annoy the shit out of him, and that he will eventually leave her and divorce her.

He is doing this marriage for his grandmother. He doesn't have anyone in his life, after all. He was an orphan. He only had his grandfather and grandmother, whom he loved more than anyone! He was a monster. That's what the world called him. His name was enough to make anyone shiver.

He was heartless because someone broke his heart very badly.

He didn't want to marry her because he didn't want to destroy her life. She was just 19 and he was 25.

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She thinks he is a monster.

This marriage is a nightmare for her.

And

Compromise for him .

She loves another boy, but she has to marry the monster.

He is already broken and this marriage means nothing to him but compromise.

She is a mixture of cuteness and sass.

He is the epitome of hotness.

If he's on fire,

Then

Ice is her name.

What happens if they collide?

Will they get their happily ever after?

Or

They will get separated!

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Part 1

Ariya's POV

Life is full of unexpected twists and turns! My life is completely messed up. I'm Ariya Murthy, and I'll be in Kapoor in an hour. I'm only 19 years old. I got everything I desired. I have a boyfriend whom I adore above all others, but I am now married to Arhaan Mehra.

No, it's The Monster, Arhaan Mehra.

No, no, Arhaan Mehra, the Devil.

The Darkness Mehra, Arhaan

Arhaan Mehra, The Dinosaur

Arhaan Mehra, Giraffe

Arhaan Mehra, Donkey

Arhaan Mehra, the Monkey

"It's time for the jai mala," mom said, making me stand. My lehenga is so heavy.

Oh yeah, my family is doing a big fat Indian wedding with all the rituals. Koi aur hoti meri jagah toh bohot khush hoti, but I am hating all this.(If there was some other girl in my place, then she should be very happy, but I actually hate all this.)

When Jaimala was done, I didn't even look at my hone wala (to be) husband because of this long ghunghat.

I don't want all this. I just want to run away. I want a peaceful life with my Vihan.

Finally, we are done with the wedding.

Haanji shadi hogayii hai(Yeah, finally, it's done, and I am married)... We took the seven rounds of holy fire, and I promised myself that I wouldn't break any vows.

He filled my hairline. Why, why, why? And then tied the nuptial chain around my neck. This is not a hospital chain (It's not a nuptial chain. It's a rope to strangle myself. It's making me suffocate...

It was the time of vidaai, which means sending me off. My Dad hugged me and cried. I was controlling myself, but I couldn't control myself anymore and started crying. I'm doing this marriage for my family. I don't want to see them on the road. I adore you both.

I hugged my elder sister Priya and cried. At least she was lucky that she got married to her love.

And here I am, the unluckiest girl in this whole world to get married to this arrogant monster.

"Arhaan, please take care of my daughter. If she makes any mistake, then please forgive her," Dad said, placing my palm on his giant palm.

"I'll take care of her, sir; you don't need to worry, "he said.

Is it a hard tone or a soft tone? Yeh office ka meeting nahi chal rahi hai..(Why did he always need to talk in hard tones?) The office meeting isn't going here because he is behaving so professionally.)

I rolled my eyes and made a face, though no one could see my face because of the ghunghat (veil).

Now I have to leave this home, my home. What kind of rule requires all girls to leave their homes after marriage?

My Dad opened the gate for me and let me sit inside, and my newly wedded arrogant patient sat beside me.

The driver started the car, and I pressed my palm on my mouth to stop myself from crying out loud.

I hate you, Arhaan's Mehra. I hate you so much. You destroyed my everything. You helped my Dad in business, but you destroyed my life.

"Hey, stop crying." I heard my patidev's (husband's) hard voice, "Khadoos sala." (arrogant jerk)

I wiped my tears harshly and said, a bit loudly, "Don't you dare to order me."

"Wah bhabhi ji bolti bhi hai (wow, sisterinlaw can speak also")," said the driver, which angered me.

"Driver ho na toh chupse gaadi chalao (you're a driver, so drive quietly)," I yelled angrily.

"Jii nahi, I am not a driver. I am Riyan Mehra, apka devar apke patient ka ek lauta chota bhai" (umm, no, I am not a driver. I am your brotherinlaw and your husband's one and only younger brother)," he said dramatically.

"Rii, concentrate on driving," said Arhan Mehra in his bossy tone.

I didn't reply and sat silently, looking down at my hennafilled hands.

His car halted outside the mansion. He stepped out and opened the gate for me. I was about to step out, but my lehenga got stuck with my heel. Huff

He extended his hand to assist me, but I told myself, 'I don't need your help,' and stepped out of the car without taking his hand.

His grandmother did our aarti, and then she told me to kick the Kalash.

Mera bass chale toh yeh kalash Arrogant Kapoor ke sir par phone doon (I wished I could smash his head with this). I kicked the Kalash and stepped in, then I put my feet on the redcolored liquid and walked ahead.

"Bhai, now pick bhabhi in your arms and take her to the bedroom," his brother said to him, making my eyes widen.

"She can walk," he said. I know I can walk, and I don't need your assistance.

His grandmother said, "Arhaan yeh rasam hai" (Arhaan, it's a ritual).

Abe yeh kaunsa ritual hai mujhe toh nahi pata.(What type of ritual is this? I don't know.)

"Yes, Arhaan, it's a ritual now. Pick her up in your arms and take her inside," his grandfather said.

"All right," he said, "if you don't pick me, I'll kick you."

And suddenly, I felt my feet in the air as he picked me up. My hands encircled his neck to balance myself.

I heard his brother's loud voice. "Good Night, Bhaiyaa bhabhi."

He ascended the stairs and then stepped inside the room, locking the door behind him.

Part 2

He ascended the stairs and then stepped inside the room, locking the door behind him.

I shouted in my mind. "Abe niche utar mujhe (put me down)."

He made me stand on my feet. I opened the heavy veil and threw it on the bed. What a relief.

I looked here and there in the room. It was decorated beautifully, as it was my first night with my arrogant husband.

I turned only to bump into him. I looked up and found him already looking at me. I clutched his sherwani and jerked him close to me. "If you are thinking that I will let you touch me and give you all the rights, then it's your misconception," I shouted, and he just gaped at my face.

Wait, his eyes are beautiful. Damn it, I am thinking.

"It's you who is touching me now, girl. I am not even interested in you," he said, jerking my hand and making my eyes widen.

I said, "Go and fuck yourself. I am not interested in you either." I shouted, showing my middle finger.

He didn't say anything and went inside the restroom. I sat there silently on the bed. This dress and the jewelry are so freaking heavy. My outfits, as well as my phone, were all in my house. I completely forgot about my phone at home.

Now, what to do? I sat in front of the mirror and opened my bangles, and then I opened the pins in my hair and then flowers. Finally, after much effort, I was able to open my hair.

I heard the opening sound of the bathroom door, and he stepped inside the room after changing into tracks and a vest. I ignored him and started untangling the necklace, but to my bad luck, it got stuck in my hair.

I tried to open it but was not able to. Damn, it hurts. I turned and found him engrossed in his phone. "Are you blind? Can't you see that I am in pain?" I shouted.

He looked at me with a questioning look. "Ugh, help me. My necklace got stuck in my hair."

He sighed, placing his phone aside. He replied, "You can do it by yourself because I don't want you to say that I am touching you."

I was annoyed.

I raged. "At the very least, they can assist me."

"Wait," his hard tone, ugh, he stood up and walked towards me. He stood behind me. His finger touched my neck, and I shivered and clutched the side of my lahenga skirt.

What the heck was happening?

"It's done," he said, and I turned towards him, giving him a tightlipped smile.

"Don't expect a thank you," I said, and he looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"I am not expecting anything from a little kid like you," he said, and my eyes widened.

Did he just call me a little kid?

I am not a kid, or am I?

No, I am not!

I am 19. I am freaking 19, and he called me a kid.

Ughhh, Ughhh, he freaking insulted me.

I stomped my feet in anger and found him sitting on the bed, engrossed in his phone once again.

Oh, no, phod du iska main!! Saala arrogant insaan..( I so wanted to smash his head, he is such an arrogant jerk)

I sat down silently on the couch. His. His words rang in my ears. He called me a kid and said he wasn't interested in me. All the boys from St. Xavier's were behind me, and he said I was a kid. Such a blind man!

I want to change this heavy outfit, but I don't have anything. God, please help me.

I closed my eyes and leaned back on the couch. Just then, something soft slammed into my face. I opened my eyes with a jerk. I looked up and saw him standing in front of me. I looked down to see that his shirt and tracks were on my lap. I closed my eyes and leaned back on the couch. Just then, something soft slammed into my face. I opened my eyes with a jerk. I looked up and saw him standing in front of me. I looked down to see that his shirt and tracks were on my lap.

Ohh yeah, yeah, he threw his outfit on me.

"What type of behavior is this?" I shouted as I stood up.

Listen, I know you don't have anything on, so just change into this and sleep," he said sternly." Listen, I know you don't have anything on, so just change into this and sleep," he said sternly.

"Stop bossing around on me, okay?" I yelled.

To be continued.

Oh yeah, he threw his outfit on me.

"What type of behavior is this?" I shouted as I stood up.

"Listen, I know you don't have anything on, so just change into this and sleep," he said sternly.

"Stop bossing around on me, okay?" I yelled.

"Stop shouting," he said as he walked towards the bed. "If you want to wear this, go ahead; otherwise, sleep in this outfit," he said as he lay down on one side and turned off the lights.

I think I should change. Ugh. I just want to sleep. I was so freaking tired because of all the wedding functions.

I stepped inside the restroom and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I splashed some water on my face and was about to wipe away the vermillion, but I stopped myself because my mother had told me not to.

I unhooked my blouse and wore his shirt. Abey kitna bada shirt hai (the shirt is too big)...damn, it's so big it's falling off my shoulder.

I opened my lahenga skirt and was about to put on his trousers when it occurred to me: he called me a little kid, right? He is not interested in me. He doesn't want to touch me.

Come on, I am Ariya Mittal. Let's see how much he can control himself. I looked up at myself in the mirror. His shirt hardly covered my thighs. I opened the first three buttons of his shirt. A little bit of my cleavage was in view, as also the straps of my black bra. The shirt hangs from one shoulder, giving it the appearance of a sexy offshoulder shirt.

I stepped inside the room to find him sleeping on his back. I smirked and walked towards the bed. I put my right knee on the bed, then my left knee. I crawled towards him. He still didn't open his eyes.

"Arhaan," I called him with my husky voice.

He opened his eyes and looked at me. His eyes widened as he saw my state. I mentally smirked and sat on his belly.

"Ari... ya, what are you doing?" he stammered, and I smiled.

"I am not doing anything, Arhaan," I whispered. My fingers traced his neck, going down to his hard chest.

He tried but failed to appear stern.

I caressed his hard chest with my fingers. He was about to take my hand, but I was quick. I entwined his two hands and pinned them to the bed.

"Leave me, Ariya, and sleep," he said, and I chuckled.

My breath fanned across his face as I leaned in close. "Sleep? Seriously Arhaan? Didn't you see the decoration of this room? It's decorated so beautifully, and it's our wedding night." I whispered in my seductive voice. My nose touched his jaw. I rubbed my nose on his neck without kissing him. He sighed, clutching my hand tightly.

I know he wanted me to open my legs as well, but no one can be like my Vihan. It's time to make you feel guilty, Arhaan Mehra.

Arhaan's POV.

Damn it! Why did I say yes to this marriage? She is such a bomb. Kitna bolti hei? Why did you choose this girl for me, Daadi? She's still a child, and marrying at this age is terrible.

Anyway, why do I think about her? I needed sleep. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep.

I heard the opening sound of the bathroom door. I didn't open my eyes and pretended to sleep because I knew if I opened my eyes or uttered anything, then her broken music system would start.

"Arhaan," she said, and I opened my eyes, widening as I saw her. Shit, what was she wearing? Adhe kapde, kahan kahan hai? (Where are half of her clothes?) She sat on my stomach, and my eyes seemed to pop out at any moment.

She was wearing my shirt, which was very loose for her and barely covered her thighs; she didn't wear the trousers that I gave her; and, on top of that, the three buttons of her shirt were open, which gave the view of her cleavage and the straps of her bra. Her hand was full of henna, which she shamelessly roamed across my chest. Her hairline was smeared with vermillion, and the nuptial chain around her neck looked sexier on her than on me. Her messy appearance screamed, "Fuck me."

I stammered, "Ariya, what are you doing?" and she smiled.

"I am not doing anything, Arhaan," she whispered, her fingers tracing my neck, going down to my hard chest once again.

I tried to act stern, but everything went in vain, and I stuttered.

I was about to take her hand, but she was too quick. She grabbed my hand and pinned it to the bed, entwined with hers. A girl doesn't do that. Mehra controls anything and everything.

I said, "Leave me alone, Ariya," without stammering this time, and she laughed.

She rubbed her nose on my neck, and my breath quickened. "Sleep? Seriously Arhaan? Didn't you see the decoration of this room? It's decorated so beautifully, and it's our wedding night." she whispered in her seductive voice as her nose touched my jaw, and I sucked in a breath. She rubbed her nose on my neck, and my breath quickened. I clutched her palm tightly, closing my eyes. I just wanted to fuck her hard and rough. She had already woken the monster inside me.

I jerked open my eyes and looked at her with a shocked expression.

I pushed her, and she fell on the other side of the bed. I sat on the bed, palming my face.

"Why did you push me? Stop acting like an innocent boy; you are Arhaan Mehra, the page 3 businessman," she sneered, much to my disappointment.

"Ariya shut up and sleep," I said, getting up.

She also stood up and walked towards me. She held my hand and placed it on her waist. "Why this khadoos ( arrogant) behavior? Am I not sexy enough?" she asked, trying to get close to me.

I held her shoulder and pushed her slightly. She was making me angry, but I was controlling myself.

I turned to walk towards the balcony when I was stopped by a soft clutch on my wrist. I took a deep breath and turned towards her. I pulled her close to me by clutching her wrist tightly, twisting it behind her back a little. I think you are so desperate to get fucked by me!

"Mrs. Ariya Arhaan Mehra, I'd love to make you tired, but," I said sweetly as I leaned in close.

I said, leaning dangerously close to her, "Stop doing these cheap tricks and sleep. It's getting late, and yeah, stop playing with me, Ariya. I'm not. What are you thinking?" I said, leaning dangerously close to her, then pushed her slightly and went to the balcony.

I lay down on the couch, which was placed on the balcony. Soon, darkness engulfed me.

The next morning,

Sunlight directly fell on Arhaan's face, and he woke up.

Arhaan's POV.

I slept on the balcony. I sat up and stretched my hands, yawning.

When I heard someone knocking on the door, I stood up and went inside, where I found Ariya sleeping on the bed. I chucked it and went to open the door, covering her properly with the duvet.

"Good morning, beautiful." I wished as soon as I opened the door, I knew it was Daadi (grandmother).

"Good morning, handsome," she replied, "Ariya uth gay?" (Is Ariya awake?) I nodded in the negative.

"Okay, wake her up, and her outfits are here. Her parents sent her luggage and also her phone," she said, pointing towards the butler who was holding the luggage.

"Keep that luggage here; I'll take it inside," I said. He dropped the luggage and went downstairs.

"Go freshen up and come downstairs for breakfast and give her the phone," she said, handing her phone to me.

I nodded and she left.

I took her luggage inside and placed her phone beside her.

After taking out my outfit, I went to the restroom.

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When Arhaan came out of the washroom, he saw Ariya was already up, and she was using her phone. He looked at her for a few more seconds as she was desperately trying to call someone.

He shook his head and said, in his same bossy tone, "Come to the living room after freshening up," and he left.

Ariya's POV

"Come to the living room after freshening up." He and his bossy tone, ugh, I just hate it.

Damnn Vihan picked up the call. He must be very angry with me. I called him more than 10 times, but he didn't pick up my call.

I was tired once more, and he answered the phone. Before I could say anything, he started, "Oh wow, finally, you got time to call me Mrs. Ariya Arhaan Mehra." He never talked with me in this tone.

"Vihan I." He didn't let me complete my sentence, and he started once again, "I hope you enjoyed your first night with your husband." Tears started forming in my eyes, hearing him.

I sobbed. "Vih. An, please allow me to expound."

"What do you want to explain? Is there anything left, Mrs. Mehra?" he shouted from the other side.

"The thing is, Ariya, you didn't love me that one year was just time passing, right? You were just time passing with me," he said.

Vihan said, "I love you, but please don't behave like this with me. My life is so messed up right now." I cried harder.

"Stop crying first and meet me in the evening," he said from the other side.

I can't meet today as it's Sunday, and I don't want the media to capture us, so tomorrow at college, "I said, wiping my tears."

"You don't love me? hainaa Arhaan?" he asked.

"Vihan, I love you. I only love you," I told him.

"Bye," he said rudely.

"Hello... Vihan... hello? Are you there?" he said, but he had already hung up.

Why are you doing this with me, Ayyiappa (God)?

Arhaan, I despise you; your presence has ruined my life.

I stood up and went to the restroom. I took a shower and changed into a pink banarsi saree as instructed by my mother because I needed to go to my house for pagh phere ki rasam today. Don't give me those looks. I know how to wear a saree. I wore a pink chooda (bangles). I left my hair open and did the middle partition. I filled my hairline...I walked out of the room after spraying perfume and taking my phone off.

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"Good morning, everyone," Ariya wished, descending the stairs.

Arhaan was sipping his coffee when he heard her voice. He turned his face, his breath hitching. She looked beautiful.

"Bhai, close your mouth," Riyan whispered in his ear.

Arhaan turned towards him and gave him a glare while he made an innocent face and started sipping his bournvita.

"Ariya, my darling, you are looking so beautiful," Usha said lovingly.

"Thank you, daddy." She smiled and touched her feet, and then she touched Santosh's feet, taking the blessing.

"Chalo, let's have breakfast. We were waiting for you only," Usha said, and she nodded.

They were talking about the reception while Ariya was silently having her breakfast, but she was listening to everything.

"I want to say something," she said, all of a sudden, grabbing their attention.

"Yeah, Ariya, say na," Usha said.

Ariya requested softly, "Daadi, can you please postpone the reception because I have my exams at the end of this month and I can't take leave from the college anymore. I have to cover up all the syllabus."

"Of course, beta, then we'll plan for the reception next month," Usha said.

"Even though there is so much workload, it's fine to postpone the reception," Santosh said.

"Thank you," she said softly and started having her breakfast.

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After breakfast,

"Ariya, today is your first rasoi. If you want, you can cook any dessert," Usha said.

"Umm, daadi, I don't know much about cooking, but I know how to make waffles and shakes. Should I make this for everyone?" she asked excitedly, making Usha smile.

"If you want to make it, then you can. You will get all the essential things in the kitchen; just ask the butler," Usha said. She nodded and went to the kitchen.

"Hiii bhabhi, need any help? Wais bhai is very khadoos ( arrogant), but I can help you," Riyan said, stepping inside the kitchen.

"Isn't it awkward for you to call me bhabhi? I mean, I am younger than you," Ariya said, turning towards him.

"Toh kya bolu?" (so what should I call you) Ariya, Choti, Smally, or Shorty? "He asked, and her eyes widened."

"Small is nice," he grinned, and Ariya shook her head grumpily.

Ariya scowled. "I'm not small, okay? It's just that you two brothers are giraffes,"

"But you are short of that, without any doubt," he said, and she stomped her feet in anger.

"You said you came here to help me, but you are actually teasing me," she said, and he laughed.

"Okay, Sally, I'll help you. Just tell me what you need," he said.

"I don't need your help. Thank you," she said with a tightlipped smile.

"But I want to help you," he said.

"But I don't need your help anymore," Ariya argued.

"Okay, but aap mujhe bhi sikha do yeh sab kaise banta hai (okay then, please teach me how to make all these) so that I can make these for girls to impress them," he said, and Ariya laughed.

After some time,

Ariya simply stared at him.

"Arre, don't look at me like that. I am a very sharif (innocent) boy," he said, raising his invisible collar.

Ariya inquired if her focus was on the waffles.

"Yes, I am his little sibling, but I am not khadoos (arrogant) like him," he said, and Ariya giggled.

"Okay, so the waffles and shakes are ready," she said.

"This seems so tasty, smally," he said, licking his lips.

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"It's so tasty, Ariya," Usha said.

"Thank you, daddy," she smiled, taking the waffle.

"Bhai aap bhi tarif kardona (bhai at least say something good about this). It's actually very tasty," Riyan said to Arhaan, who was busy sipping the shake silently.

"It's nice," he said, and Ariya just forced a smile.

"This is a small gift for making the tastiest shake and waffles," Usha said, making her wear the diamond necklace.

"Daadi, it's not needed," she tried to deny it.

"It is.. you are now the DIL of Mehra's," Usha said...

"Arhaan, you have to take Ariya to her home for pagh phera," Usha said.

(Pagh phera is the ritual that happens after marriage.. usually, the bride's brother comes to pick the bride up from her inlaws, but Ariya doesn't have any brothers.)

"The driver will take her," he said, his gaze fixed on his iPad.

"No Ariya, you will take her and it's final," Ram said sternly.

"All right," Arhaan sighed, defeat stoically.

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If they tell you to pose, think about your father's name and reputation, so at least smile, "Arhaan said," and Ariya just smiled and wore her sunglasses.

As Arhaan said, there were media outside, but Ariya being Ariya, didn't care about anything and straightly sat inside the car, ignoring everything, making Arhaan angry.

"What type of behavior was that, Ariya? I told you to behave in front of the media," Arhaan shouted as soon as the driver started the car.

Ariya looked at him and took out the AirPods from her ear. "Kuch kahan apne?" (Were you saying something?)" she asked innocently.

He shut his eyes tightly and balled his palm into a fist to control his anger. Ariya smirked and started using her phone.

They reached Mittal Mansion in 20 minutes. Ariya's older sister and two closest friends were present.

After some time,

Arhaan was talking with Yogesh while Ariya was sitting with her best friends.

"Arhaan, I won't come home tonight. I will stay here and will come tomorrow after college," Ariya said all of a sudden.

"Okay," he nodded. After some time, he left.

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Ariya went to her room with her two best friends, and her two best friends bombarded her with questions.

Geet Oberoi: Ariya's best friend. She is also 19 years old and studying at St. Xavier's. She is a bomb (forever single)

Ahana Kapoor: Ariya's best friend no. 2! She is also studying at St. Xavier's..in a relationship with her longdistance boyfriend..

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"Bitch, how's your first night?" asked Geet as soon as they stepped inside the room.

"Damn, Ariya, you got one hell of a hot guy. He must be really good in bed," Ahana said excitedly.

"Shut up, bitches!" Ariya shouted angrily and threw her phone on the couch. She sat on the bed.

"After all, you finally lost your virginity to The Hot Arhaan Mehra," Ahana said as she sat beside me.

"Guys, I'm still a virgin," Geet said, tearing up.

"Keep your filthy mouths shut, fucking please!" she yelled. "You both know how much I adore Vihan, so how can I spend the night with that jerk Mehra?"

Ahana and Geet made faces at her.

"Listen, Ariya, I am telling you once again, Vihan isn't a good guy," Geet said seriously,

"Don't start again, get," Ariya said, uninterested.

"Geet isn't saying anything wrong. Everyone knows in the college that Vihan is a playboy," Ahana said, and Geet nodded, agreeing with her.

"It's just a misconception; he isn't a playboy," Ariya said confidently.

"Ariya, you are married now. Leave Vihan and move on with Arhaan," Geet said.

"I think you are very much interested in Arhaan. I'll give him a divorce very soon. After that, you can marry him. He will satisfy you in bed," Ariya said, making Geet shocked.

"Seriously, Ariya? I didn't expect this type of behavior from you!! You know what, Ariya, you've changed, and I'm telling you, one day, you'll be very sorry," Geet yelled angrily.

"Now you are fighting with me for that, Arhaan Mehra," Ariya also shouted.

"I'm not fighting; I'm just telling you the truth; you're going to regret it very soon, Ariya, because you're on the wrong path," Geet said.

"Guys, please stop fighting," Ahana said softly.

"I am not fighting; I am just trying to put some sense in her mind, but she has completely lost her mind," Geet said angrily.

Ariya looked at her in shock because her best friend had never talked with her in that tone.

"Bye, Ariya," Geet said and turned to leave, but Ahana stopped her.

"Where are you going to get it?" Ahana asked.

"I am going to my place because the person who is standing in front of me isn't my best friend whom I have known for 14 years. She is some other girl who can't differentiate between wrong and right," Geet said and left while Ariya looked at her with teary eyes.

"Geet wait yaar." Ahana also left.

Ariya's POV

I despise you, Arhaan Mehra. Because of you, my best friends have turned against me. I despise you so much.

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Next day,

Ariya dressed in jeans and a shirt and left for college. She had already told her parents that after college, she would go straight to the Mehra Mansion.

She walked straight to the canteen while everyone looked at her and whispered something to themselves.

"Yes, I am married to The Millionaire, Arhaan Mehra. Do you all have any problems, huh? At least I am not like you all, who are always ready to get into rich boys' pants," she exclaimed.

She spotted Ahana and Geet and sat with them.

Geet stood up, seeing Ariya. "Geet, don't you dare go sit here with me," Ariya shouted.

"Stop ordering me," Geet said angrily.

Ariya stood up and hugged her tightly. "Bitch, I love you so much. Okay, don't you dare to fight with me," she said.

"I wasn't fighting yesterday. I was trying to knock some sense into you, but I forgot Ariya Mittal is a certified brainless bimbo," Geet said, hugging her back.

"So now everything is fine, right?" Ahana asked, and they nodded, breaking the hug.

Just then, Ariya's phone beeped with the message.

From Vihan:

Meet me now!

"Guys, I am coming," Ariya said and left without listening to their reply.

"She is wrong, yaar," Geet admitted with a defeated sigh.

"Let her be." Woh nahi sunne wali (she won't listen). She is stubborn, "Ahana said."

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"Babe, I've missed you so much," Vihan said, hugging her, but Ariya didn't hug him back.

"Vihan, I want to say something," she said, breaking the hug.

"Say na, I am all ears," he said.

"Vihan, I want a break," she said with a sigh.

"I want a break too. Let's go somewhere just you and me," he said, smiling, and she shook her head.

"I want a break from you," she said, startling him. "I want a break from this relationship," she said, startling him.

"Whatwhat are you are talking about, huh?" he was shocked. "Did you fall for him? Ohh yeah, right, so finally you accepted that bastard!" he shouted.

"Vihan, please listen to me first," she yelled. "Let me explain everything."

I don't want Arhaan to think that I am cheating on him. I don't think that I love him. I hate him. I just hate him to the core, but I love my parents. I will tell him to divorce me, and I know he can't divorce me this soon. At least 6 months is needed, "she said," and he was mentally cursing Ariya in his mind.

"But at least we can be friends," he asked.

"Of course," she said with a smile.

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Ariya was done attending all the classes, so her two best friends planned to go somewhere to have something to eat as they were hungry and didn't want canteen food.

They went to Joey's Pizza and enjoyed their best friend's time.

It was evening when Ariya reached Mehra Mansion; her driver dropped her off.

She rang the doorbell, and Riyan opened the door.

"Hiii smally." Ariya glared at him and stepped inside.

She sat on the couch with a thud, placing her bag aside as she was a little tired.

"Ghar par koi nahi hai kya?(Isn't no one at home?)." she inquired as she entered the kitchen. Riyan was making noodles.

He said, looking at her, "Bhai is upstairs." He had just come back from the office, and Daadi and Dadoo were packing their things in their room. He said, looking at her, "Continued his work."

"Packing stuff, why?" she asked and took out a bottle from the refrigerator.

Riyan said, "They are going back to London because some important work is lined up."

"What's cooking, btw?" she asked.

"Noodles!! Chahiye apko? (Want someone?)" he asked, and she nodded no and walked out of the kitchen.

She went upstairs to Usha's room... She met with Usha and Santosh. She was a little bit sad that they were going this soon, but they had to go back because of important office work.

They dropped them off at the private jet terminal and went back to the mansion.

It was already 10. They had their dinner. After that, no one feels sleepy. Riyan and Arhaan were watching some cartoons while Ariya was sitting on the recliner using her phone.

Riyan stood up and asked, "You both aren't feeling sleepy, right?" He asked the both of them, and they nodded yes.

"How about a horror movie?" Riyan asked.

"Yes, I am in," Ariya said excitedly.

"I am not," Arhaan said .

"Yeah, bhai, I know you are scared of horror movies," Riyan said, rolling his eyes at him.

"Rii, it's not like that, okay," Arhaan said, his gaze fixed on him.

"Yeah, I know you very well," Riyan said and turned towards Ariya.

"Smally, you know, bhai is scared of horror movies," Riyan said, giggling, and Arhaan was glaring at him hard.

"Riyan shut up; I'm not scared." "All right, let's watch your socalled horror movie," Arhaan said as he rose from the couch.

"Bhai, you arrange food items. I am checking all the essential things in the theatre room," Riyan said, and he nodded and went to the kitchen.

Ariya went to the bedroom and changed into comfy nightwear, and tied her hair in a bun.

She took her phone and went to the theatre room. She saw Arhaan was using his phone, and Riyan was checking something.

"Which movie, smally?" Riyan asked Ariya.

"Annabelle comes home, evil dead or the nun," she said, giving them options.

"No, not evil dead!" Arhaan exclaimed, and Ariya looked at him as if he were an alien.

Riyan giggled, seeing Arhaan's face. "Okay, Annabelle comes home," Riyan said, bobbing his head and turning on the movie.

But Riyan sat beside Arhaan while Ariya was also beside her patidev (husband), as Arhaan was in the middle between them. But Ariya maintained a good distance.

They started watching the movie by having cheese puffs, popcorn, and cold drinks. Arhaan was actually getting scared, but he made a stern expression. He wanted to use his phone, but his evil baby brother had already snatched it.

Riyan uploaded a picture on his Instagram handle.

"Bhoo," and the bowl of popcorn fell from Arhaan's hand as Riyan scared the shit out of him.

"Riyan!" Arhaan yelled, and Ariya laughed loudly.

"Bhai got scared," Riyan said, laughing and highfiving Ariya.

"I am not scared. Okay, that's just a misconception," he said sternly and continued watching the movie.

And finally, the movie got over, and Arhaan sighed in relief. Poor him. He didn't know the plan of his evil little brother.

"Hey, smally, let's watch The Nun," Riaan said.

"No, no, it's late. It's already past midnight. We should sleep," Arhaan said, shaking his head no.

"I am not feeling sleepy," Riyan and Ariya said in unison.

Arhaan said to them, "Ariya, you have college in the morning, and Ri, you have to go to the office."

"Aahaa, it's alright. I am not feeling sleepy. I want to watch that movie," Ariya said, looking at him.

"Bhai, don't take tension. I will be there on time. Let's watch this movie together," Riyan said like a baby.

"Okay, fine," Arhaan said, sighing in defeat.

They turned on the movie The Nun and started watching while Arhaan was looking down, or sometimes here and there.

The lights of the theatre room were also dimmed, and it was scaring him more.

It was already the second half of the movie when he felt a weight on his shoulder. He turned and smiled, seeing Riyan sleeping like a baby, keeping his head on his shoulder.

His body literally got jerked up, feeling a weight on the other shoulder. He turned, and his eyes widened as he realized Ariya was also sleeping. He smiled as he saw her sleeping soundly. He took the remote and turned off the movie.

For the first time, he looked at Ariya's face, her chubby cheeks, her eyes, and the mole on her brow, his gaze shifted lower and locked on her lips, her pouty kissable lips.

He wanted to feel these lips.

He wanted to feel those lips against his.

He wanted to suck those petals.

His one hand encircled her shoulder as he gazed at her face, and soon he also drifted into a peaceful slumber.

Riyan was the first to awaken. He took in his surroundings and realized he had been sleeping in the theatre room with his head on Arhaan's shoulder.

He stood up and looked at Arhaan and Ariya, who were sleeping and snuggled close to each other.

Riyan's POV.

Hayee, they look so cute together. My eyes traveled to Bhai's face. I found a peaceful smile. I know, Bhai, you are still the same soft Arhaan. My brother has the power to transform.

God, Jii, please be with them. I wanted to make them a happy couple. I took my phone and clicked their picture, and walked out of the room.

I am feeling so sleepy. It's 6 a.m. I went to my room and dumped myself on the bed, and went to my dreamland.

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When Ariya woke up, she was shocked to see her state as she found herself in Arhaan's arms. She sat up with a jerk, due to which Arhaan also woke up.

She gave one angry look to Arhaan and walked out of the theatre room.

Ariya's POV

How can I sleep in his arms? He must have dragged me into his arms while I slept. I despise him.

I went to the bedroom and dumped myself on the bed. I should sleep a little more. I closed my eyes, and darkness engulfed me.

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When Arhaan came inside the bedroom, he found her sleeping on the bed. He sighed and took out his gym outfit.

After changing, he went to his personal gym room. He started running on the treadmill. His mind was occupied by Ariya's touch, her face, her lips, her eyes..he was getting angry at himself, but those thoughts weren't leaving his mind...

He turned off the treadmill and huffed like a bull.

He took his sipper and made an energy drink for himself, and started sipping...

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It's been ten days..10 freaking days. Arhaan was ignoring Ariya, and Ariya didn't give a damn. She was busy with her life and happy that Arhaan wasn't talking to her.

Arhaan was angry at himself as Ariya's thoughts weren't leaving his mind. The more he tried, the more those thoughts occupied his mind. He used to go to the office in the early morning and come home late at night just to avoid coming facetoface with her.

They slept in the same bed, maintaining their distance, but every morning they woke up in each other's arms.

Arhaan's POV.

Shit, shit, shit. I forgot the next day is my business partner's reception, and I have to go there with Ariya..damn..now I have to talk to her ughh.

I stepped inside the room to find her studying. My eyes traveled down to her bare legs as she was wearing a tshirt and shorts.

I took a deep breath and reminded myself that I had come here to talk. I walked towards her and cleared my throat to attract her attention.

She looked at me with questioning eyes. "Tomorrow we have to attend one reception party. I hope you don't have any problem with that," I said, maintaining a stern expression.

"What if I say I don't want to go?" she asked, smirking.

"You have to go, Ariya," I said, and she chuckled and stood in front of me, looking into my eyes without any fear.

"I won't go, Mr. M," she said, making me angry.

I smirked and let my hand slide into her waist as I drew her close, making her gasp at my sudden action. "You said you didn't want to go, huh?" I said, leaning close to her face.

"What are you doing to leave me?" she pushed, but I tightened my grip on her.

I said in a hushed tone, "Answer my question, Mrs. M."

"I said I wouldn't go, and it's final," she said angrily, and I smiled evilly.

"Okay, so you don't want to go. Fine. I don't have any problems," I said, tucking her strands behind her ear with one hand while holding her with the other hand.

"Don't go, Mrs. M, and I will stop investing in your dad's company," I said, and her face went pale.

"You are kidding me, right?" she asked, and I chuckled.

"I am not Mrs.," I said with a tightlipped smile.

"You can't do this..you wanted to marry me, and now I am married to you, but you are backing off from the promise," she said, shaking her head. She looks cute.

I smirked, "I am withdrawing from the promise."

If she can be sassy and witty, then why can't I? I am not innocent.

"Fine, I will go now, happy," she said angrily.

"Very happy," I said with a tightlipped smile. My thumb went to her lower lip as I rubbed it.

"What are you doing?" she stuttered, shivering slightly.

Am I affecting her?

I pulled her closer, slamming my body against hers. She gasped, placing her hand on my chest to balance herself.

I placed my index finger on her chin and made her look at me. I can say that she was nervous. My breath fanned across her face as I leaned closer to her lips.

Our lips were about to stick, but we parted away, hearing the unwanted voice.

Ohh yeah, her phone started ringing. I left the room, taking a deep breath.

What the fuck has just happened? I was about to kiss her too forcefully.

Why were her thoughts not leaving my mind?

My heart said to me, "Because she is your wife, dumbass, and these types of thoughts are normal,"

"No, it's not normal. We are just a namesake couple," I replied back to my heart.

What a shit, eh? My heart was attempting to persuade me.

Chance? Yeah, right, we can give each other a chance...

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Next day,

Ariya's POV

I don't want to go anywhere, but I still have to attend his business partner's reception. I hate him so much. He was freaking blackmailing me for all this.

I wore the outfit that my designer had chosen for me. I did my makeup and wore the necklace. The phasi ka phanda, aka my nuptial chain, was already in my neck...I filled my hairline even though I still hated it...I left my hair open and sprayed perfume.

Damn. I am looking pretty.

I put on my heels, picked up my clutch, and walked out of the room.

"Smally, you're looking so pretty," Riyan said as I walked down the stairs. Arhaan looked at me, his gaze locked with mine.

"Thank you, Riyan." I smiled and turned towards Arhaan..he was looking hot, ughh, whatever...

"Aren't you going with us?" I asked Ryan.

I laughed as Riyan made funny faces.

I hate those parties, but I am going because this jerkass has blackmailed me.

"Riyan, you will have your dinner on time and sleep okay. No parties, nothing chup se sojana, "he said to Riyan, like a guardian."

"Chill, bro. I am not a kid. I will have my dinner on time," Riyan said.

"No drink. Okay, you have an office tomorrow," he said sternly, and Riyan nodded as if he were a good little boy.

"Shall we, Mrs.M?" I forced a smile..he walked out of the mansion, and I walked behind him...

I was about to sit in the back seat when I stopped listening to his voice. "I am not your driver, Mrs. M. Kindly sit in the passenger seat."

I muttered some curses under my breath as I sat in the passenger seat, and he drove off.

Chapter 8

"I'm expecting good behaviour from you, Mrs M," he said, his attention focused on the road.

"Apki aarti utaru main Mr.M (should I worship you)?" she asked, gritting her teeth.

"That's not needed. Bas aap thodi acchi se baatein karlena (just behave and talk in a good manner")," he replied, and she muttered some curses and started using her phone.

His car halted outside the reception venue, and he stepped out only to be surrounded by the media.

"At least maintain some distance and move back. My wife is here. She isn't comfortable with all this," he said sternly, and they moved back.

He opened the gate for her like a gentleman. She stepped out and held his left arm, making him shocked. He looked at her while she was already looking at him with a smile and adoration.

"Ohh yeah, she was acting," he thought and smiled at her.

They looked like a power couple.

They posed in front of the camera like a newly wedded couple and stepped in. All the girls were drooling at Arhaan and shooting daggers at Ariya as they were jealous of her because she got the Arhaan Mehra page 3 businessman and also one of the hottest men on earth.

"Saali kutti kamini" (asshole bitch) muttered Ariya, looking at those girls who were giving her weird looks.

Arhaan's eyes widened as she spoke.

"Behave, Mrs. M," he whispered in her ear.

"What the heck, huh? Those bitches were giving me weird looks," she said angrily as she stood in front of him, fixing the bow on his neck.

There were other people who were admiring them also.

"What kind of language is this, Mrs.M? I can't believe you're Yogesh Mittal's daughter," he snarled back, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Don't drag my dad here because I know so many Hindi curse words. If you want, I can teach you." she said with a tightlipped smile.

"You are impossible, Ariya," he said, and she rolled her eyes at him.

They met with the newly wedded couple, then Arhaan started talking with some of his colleagues.

"Hiii Arhaan!" they heard the voice while Arhaan was searching for a place to hide himself.

"Umm hii Miss," he wished, smiling forcefully.

"Call me Soha," she said, smiling seductively.

"Who is this behenjii? She is wearing such a cheap dress," she said, glancing at Ariya and her anger rising.

"Ahaa Miss Soha, I am not behenjii and I think you don't know about fashion sense. Ohh yeah, seeing your dress, I can sense you are wearing one of the cheapest quality outfits from the cheapest designers. INR 20K. Is the price correct? Damn, I knew it. "Well, the outfit I am wearing is from one of the best designers in India and it cost umm nevermind tumhari aukat nahi hai,(You cannot afford it)" she said with a tightlipped smile while Arhaan was looking at her with a shocked face.

His mouth was open, his eyes were wide.

Soha said, "You goldigger, just because you got Arhaan's money, that's why you are showing off," and Arhaan was about to shout at her, but Ariya stopped him, holding his palm.

"Do you know Yogesh Mittal?" Ariya asked, and her eyes widened.

"Shocked?" Ariya asked, chuckling.

"Miss Soha, I am Yogesh Mittal's daughter. Your father lost in front of my dad, and I know that behind your father's downfall it was your father's plan, but don't take tension, he will get the position he deserves because he is not like your father, an evil, cheap, backstabbing jerk," Ariya said gritting her teeth.

Arhaan was shocked. He didn't know about all this.

She held Arhaan's arm and walked away. "What was that, Ariya?" he asked.

"Nothing," she mumbled and wiped the tears from her eyes without smudging her makeup.

"Mrs. M, what happened? Why are you crying?" he asked. His tone wasn't cold this time.

"I need to use the restroom. I will be back in a few minutes." She excused herself and went to the restroom.

Ariya's POV

So fucked up. Ariya Mittal's life is so fucked up. I hate that Soha and her family, just because of them, my dad needs to get help from Mehra's. We are helpless just because of that bitchy family.

Shit, why did I cry? I don't want to show my weak side to Mr. M. I hate him so much. He also took advantage of my dad's helpless state.

Except for my Vihan, everyone in this cruel world is selfish and deceitful.

I took a deep breath and wiped my eyes without removing the eye makeup, then took out the lipstick and compact from my clutch and applied them, and now I looked presentable, but my eyes were red.

I heard the knock and opened the door.

"Ariya, are you OK?" It was Mr. M.

I said, looking at him, and then walked out of the restroom.

The party went well. I met with his friends and their wives, plastering a fake smile on my face. Why me? I don't want this life. There is no peace, nothing. This forceful life is suffocating me.

"Mr. M, if we are done, shall we leave for home? I am not feeling well," I said in a hushed tone.

"What happened? Any problem?" he asked.

"Nothing, I just want to go home. It's pretty late," I said.

We met with the couple once again and walked out of the venue. Arhaan helped me to sit inside the car safely as it was really crowded with media.

I sighed as he drove off. I looked out the window aimlessly, thinking about my fucked up life.

the end of the pov.

He halted the car outside the Mehra

mansion and turned towards her.

"Ariya," he called her softly, but she didn't respond.

"Ariya," he said, shaking her shoulder to bring her back to reality.

"Huh?" was her reply.

"We've reached," he said, and she nodded, still lost, and stepped out of the car.

They stepped inside the mansion. Arhaan went to check on Riyad, while Ariya went straight to their bedroom.

Arhaan's POV.

After checking on Riyan, I stepped inside the room, opening the bow and locking the door. Where is Ariya? My eyes travelled to the balcony. I walked ahead to find her standing on the balcony looking at the stars aimlessly. She hadn't even changed her outfit.

"Ariya", I called her.

"Leave me alone." She tried to sound stern, but her voice broke at last.

Was she crying?

"Are you OK? Why are you crying?" I asked, and she turned towards me. Her eyes were red with tears.

"I am not okay. Can you hear me? I am not okay," she shouted in tears.

"I am not okay," she whispered, looking down.

I raised my hand to wipe her tears, but she stopped me, showing her palm. "Don't you dare touch me," she shouted.

"I hate Soha and her father just because of them. My father was about to lose his business. They snatched my dad's dream project." she cried..

"But you know what, Arhaan, you are worse than them." My eyes widened.

"You are worse than they are. You snatched my everything. You forced me into this unwanted relationship." I cut her off .

"Shut up, Ariya, just shut up!" I shouted, fisting my palm to control my anger.

I am not saying anything wrong. You are evil. You did the worst with me. You are an asshole. You destroyed my life. I cut him off by slamming my lips on hers and pinned her on the wall, kissing her roughly.

She struggled to get out of my clutch, but I was holding her tightly.

What does she think of herself? They are always blaming me for the things I didn't do.

I felt her kiss me back, slowly sucking my upper lip. I left her hand and grabbed her by her waist, and she encircled her hand around my neck.

Our first kiss turned into a more passionate and soft one as our tongues played with each other, tasting each other. My finger traced her bare shoulder and arms, all thanks to her offshoulder outfit.

We broke the kiss and breathed heavily, needing oxygen. I looked at her. She was already staring at me, taking deep breaths, and the next moment we kissed again, this time with more passion and desire for each other. She scratched the blazer from my shoulder and threw it away.

Breaking the kiss, my lips found their way to her cheeks, moving down to her jaw and neck. She fisted my shirt tightly, arching her neck. I kissed her ear. She gasped and moaned softly, evoking me.

Chapter 9

Breaking the kiss, my lips found their way to her cheeks, moving down to her jaw and neck. I fisted my shirt tightly, arching her neck. I kissed her ear. She gasped and moaned softly, evoking me.

She held my face with her small palms and I looked at her messy state. She changed the position and pinned me on the wall, pressing her body more into me. She kissed me once again, placing her foot on mine. Her soft fingers caressed my stubbled jaw, she scratched my neck and nape as I deepened the kiss.

I clutched her waist and she bit my lips, hardly making me groan in between the kisses.

Her left hand fisted my hair, while her right hand rubbed my jaw. I fisted her hair a little tighter, angling her face to gain more access to her sweet mouth.

We broke the kiss, breathing heavily.

I jerked her towards myself, clutching her hair in a tight fist. She bit her lips and looked at me, her eyes darkened with passion and desire.

Suddenly, she pushed me and went inside the room. I walked behind her and found her taking out her night dress. I didn't say anything and sat on the couch. My gaze fixed on her. She looked at me then went inside the restroom.

Ariya's POV

Shit shit shit, what did I do? How the fuck did I lose my control? I kissed him back. I let him do what he wanted. We were about to?

I've never given Vihan this permission. Then why Arhaan? Shiiitt

Ugh, what did I do? I splashed water on my face and took a deep breath.

Now, how will I face Arhaan? I'm freaking losing my control.

I cheated on Vihaan. I cheated on my love. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. I splashed more water on my face and rubbed my lips, neck, and shoulders harshly to remove his touches..

This is so very wrong.

Vihaan, I love you. I am so sorry.

Okay, okay, I am a strong girl, I can't cry..I wiped my overflowing tears and took a deep breath..

It's fine, it's just happened in the heat of the moment. It's totally fine.

I changed into my night suit and stepped inside the room..I found him sitting on the couch. His gaze was locked on his phone.

I sat on the stool and opened my jewelleries, except the phasi ka phanda.

He stood up and went inside the restroom after taking out his clothes from the closet. I sighed and applied night cream on my face and then just dumped myself on the bed, pulling the duvet to cover me properly.

I felt the bed beside me dip. I pretended to sleep, clutching the duvet close to me.

After some time.

I wasn't able to sleep because my unwanted patidev was snoring so much. I palmed my ears. Not helping. Ugh. My head was aching so much and he was sleeping like a panda.

I turned towards him and was about to wake him up, but I found him sleeping peacefully. He is destroying my sleep. He is sleeping peacefully, huhuh.

I so wanted to press the pillow on his handsome face.

I took the cotton and inserted it into my ear before lying down on the bed. I didn't even drink because my head hurt so much.

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Ariya's POV

I woke up to the continuous ringing of the phone.

I took my phone from the side table and picked up the call, "Hello?" I picked up the call without seeing the caller id.

"Sir, you have a meeting in an hour." My eyes widened. I am late.

"Okay, I'll be there on time," I said to my father and hung up the call.

My eyes travelled to Ariya. She was still sleeping. This girl had college and she was sleeping like a panda.

"Ariya wakeup," I said...

I said once again, "Wakeup Ariya." She didn't respond.

This time, I put my hand on her bare arm and shook her shit; she was on fire.

"Let me sleep, monster," she mumbled, clutching the duvet close to herself.

I checked her forehead; she had a fever. I grabbed my phone and dialled my PA's number; "Hello, yeah, postponed the meeting," I said.

"Sir, postponed?" he asked.

"Just postponed the meeting, dammit. I am not coming to the office today to handle it in my absence. Riyan will be there in an hour or two, I said sternly, and cut the call.

"Ariya, wake up," I said as I patted her cheeks.She opened her eyes and sat on the bed with a jerk.

"Shit, I am late," she said, staring at the wall clock.

"You aren't going to college today," I said, and she looked at me.

"Excuse me?" She looked at me with a questioning look.

"Yes, you aren't going to college today," I said, and she glared at me.

"Who are you to decide, huh?" she shouted. This girl was burning with fever and shouting.

"Your husband," I replied, my lips pursed.

"I am going and it's final," she said, and I glared at her this time.

I dare you to step out of this room, Nandini, otherwise the consequences will not be in your favour." I shouted, making her flinch..

She got scared..I did a victory dance in my mind..

"You can't shout at me like that okay, I'm not scared of you," she said, as I pressed my lips together to control my smile and looked at her with a stern expression.

"Stop behaving like a kid, you have a fever, you aren't going to college today," I said, glaring at her.

I took her clothes from the closet and handed them to her, saying, "Go freshen up and don't take a cold shower, you have fever."She made a face and I helped her to get inside the washroom as she was a little weak.

I called my family doctor and requested her to come. Just then, I heard a knock on the door.

As soon as I opened the door, Riyan wished, "Good morning bro"

"Morning." I wished him back.

"Oh my God!" he shouted, placing his palm on his mouth.

"What happened? Why are you shouting?" I asked, rubbing my ears.

"You have a meeting in 40 minutes bro, and you're still in your night suit," he said, staring at me from head to toe.

"I postponed today's meeting," I said, and he made a shocked face because I had never postponed any meeting before.

I gave him a stern look, and he pouted.

"Naa, I don't have a fever, but Ariya does," I said.

"Oh my God, Smally has fever, where is she?" he worriedly asked.

"She is in the washroom," I said.

"Okay bro, look after your little bride and meri bhabhi," he said, and I laughed.

"I am going to make breakfast," he said, and turned to leave.

"Bhai, you are falling in love with your wife," he whispered in my ear and left, leaving me baffled.

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Arhaan's POV.

The doctor checked her and prescribed some medicines, then she left.

"Have this," I said, passing her the bowl of soup.

"I don't want this," she said, making faces, and I glared at her.

"Stop this glaring thing, OK warna aankhein noch longi(I will scratch your eyes)," she shouted angrily.

I said sternly, "Don't behave like a kid and have this; you need to have medicine also." I said sternly, and she nodded no.

"Mrs. M, I have other ways to go, but I don't think you want that," I warned.

She snatched the bowl from my hand. She began to have it while muttering some curses.

"Now medicine," I said. This time she didn't say anything and gulped the tablets.

"Does anything remain, Mr. M?" she gritted her teeth.

"You can rest now," I said.

She didn't say anything and just laid down on the bed and started using her phone.

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"Bhai, I am going bye, take care of yourself and bhabhi," Riyan said and walked towards the door.

"Bye rii, take care," Arhaan yelled from the kitchen.

Riyan opened the door only to run into someone. His eyes widened as he saw a girl, and he caught her before she fell.

"Hey, are you blind or what?" the girl scowled and straightened herself while Riyan was lost in her.

"Back to earth, Mr." the girl said, clicking her fingers.

He cleared his throat and asked, "Who are you, beautiful lady?"

"You are Riyan M, right?" she asked, raising her eyebrow.

"Yes, the social media influencer," he grinned, setting his hair.

"Who's there rii?" asked Arhaan, walking towards the gate.

"Hiii jeejs!" she wished, smiling.

"Smally bhabhi has a younger sibling also," thought a confused Riyan.

"Greet you here first, come inside," Arhaan said.

She nodded and stepped in.

"Riyan, why are you standing here? Go to the office and notify me about everything," Arhaan said to him.

"Yeah yeah bro, I am going. Woah actually, I forgot my lucky sipper in the kitchen." He fumbled and stepped in with them.

"I just got to know that bitch—I mean, Ariya has a fever, where is she?" Geet asked Arhaan.

"She is resting in the bedroom. You can meet her," Arhaan said.

"Upar se left" (go upstairs and then turn left), Riyan said, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Arre bedroom ka direction upar se left (ayee I am telling you about the bedroom's direction)," Riyan said, smiling.

"Riyan, if you are done, then kindly leave. You are getting late for the office," Arhaan said sternly.

Geet giggled and went upstairs.

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"Hiii bitch!" Geet yelled, stepping inside the room.

"Geet, what a pleasant surprise!!" Ariya placed her phone aside and sat up.

"What happened? Why this fever all of a sudden?" Geet asked, sitting beside her.

"Don't know," she replied, "Accha leave all this tu yeh bata college nahi gayi?" (All right, leave all this and say you didn't go to college.)

"Well, Ahana is busy with her boyfriend, and you have a fever, and I don't want to go to college alone, so yeah," Geet replied.

"Well, I wanted to go to college, but my Jerkass husband warned me not to leave this room," Ariya explained, making faces and laughing.

"Damn Ariya, he is a dream husband. He is taking care of you." Geet said, and Ariya looked at her with a bored look.

"Dream husband, my foot; I just despise him; he's made my life hell," Ariya snarled.

"Ariya yaar, I don't think he is that bad. At least you can give him a chance," Geet said softly, trying to make her understand.

"Geet, don't start because I don't want to fight with you," Ariya said, stopping her.

Geet sighed at her stubborn best friend.

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It's been five days since Ariya recovered from her fever.

For the past 3 days, she had been behaving like a typical wife, and Arhaan wasn't liking it. He was getting irritated by her behaviour. She was making breakfast and dinner for him. She took out his formal outfits every morning for his office...

The doorbell rang. Ariya opened the door to find Arhaan...

"You are still up," he asked, stepping inside. It's already 11.pm.

Well, he was busy with his dream project.

"I was waiting for you," she said softly, taking his office bag and the coat from his hand.

"Huh what?" he asked, sitting on the couch, loosening his tie.

"Mr. M, go and freshen up. I am heating up the food. I am so hungry." she said, and he looked at her.

"You didn't have your dinner?" he asked her.

"Nope, I was waiting for you," she said, nodding her head.

He didn't utter a word and went upstairs.

They had their dinner in silence and went back to their bedroom.

"Waise Arhaan, let's go somewhere tomorrow as it's Sunday," she said, sitting beside him on the bed.

"I am busy, Ariya," he said, as his eyes were on his phone.

"Stop being bossy every time Arhaan says I am your wife and you should give your little time to me," she said, as if complaining like a typical wife.

He placed his phone aside and crept closer to her. He jerked her towards his face by clutching her hair. "What games are you playing, Ariya?" he asked, leaning dangerously close to her, making her nervous.

She took a deep breath and answered, "I am not playing any games. I am just a simple girl."

He chuckled and then looked at her with a serious expression. "Do you think I am a fool, Mrs. M?" he asked.

She smirked and encircled her hands around his neck. "Naah, you aren't a fool, you are hot and sexy," she whispered.

"Let me clear you one thing, Ariya. If I find something fishy, then the consequences won't be in your favour. It will be worse than you think," he said and pushed her.

For a second, she got scared by him.

"Is this how you talk to your wife, huh? Very bad husband Mehra," she pouted, and he sighed frustratedly.

"Sleep, Ariya, don't start again,"he said, and went to his study room.

She smirked and lay down on the bed.