Arranged ⁕‖ A Shreyas Iyer Fan Fic‖⁕

⁘Chapter 3⁘

Tara

I admit I had offered Sheikh and Priya a job. They'd turned me down but promised me that they might take up my offer a few years from now when they were settled. I didn't expect them to call me when I was talking with Shreyas about the details of our dealing.

"So Shreyas, your reputation has been, well, what's a nice way to put it-" I hesitated, this man played a key role in the master plan. He chuckled dryly and responded, "Demolished?"

"Yeah," I winced inwardly, and ex-best friend he might be but he was still a friend, and I did not enjoy seeing others underestimate themselves or me.

"But so has my company," I paused with a ghost of a smile, which he returned. "in your words, demolished."

"But we can help each other out," I crossed my leg over the other in my usual sitting posture, some call it attitude, but I call it pride. "I have connections with reporters, we can twist the story to our advantage but for that, you'll need a girlfriend who your serious about."

Shreyas's leaned forward, intrigued. "What's in it for you?"

"Investors." I hummed in response, smothering a wild grin at how genius I was. "The Chopra's run one of the largest companies on the planet, their willing to invest in me if I get married."

"What do you mean? What does your marriage have to do with them investing?" Shreyas asked all the right questions once more.

"They want me to marry their grandson," I responded, "He's the sole heir to the company and can't run a enterprise even if he had a guidebook to it."

"So they need someone who's willing to work behind the scene's and look like he's running it." Understanding dawned in his obsidian eyes, and I nodded. "But that guy is quite annoying, sort of like a younger brother type. If it were up to me, I wouldn't get married."

"But you need the investors." Shreyas finished my sentence, and once again, I nodded. "We could both use the publicity, so this is the perfect solution."

Shreyas seemed deep in thought so I launched into the details of our arrangement, "Just a few dates in public places so that the media get wind of this. A few photo's here and there on instagram that'll link us together, and finally, proof that Priya wasn't even your girlfriend because the two of us were dating."

"The media has no proof of the two of you dating," I continued, "We can easily fake proof that the two of us were together at the time of this, for example, an old sweatshirt you wore three months back, I can add that to my closet. Fans notice the smallest of things like that, I can fabricate a meeting in Delhi and be spotted cheering for you when I wasn't even there."

"The miracles of what people believe are beyond amazing-" I was about to wrap up what I thought was a great lecture when Shreyas rudely interrupted me. "It won't work."

"Really?" I scoffed, folding my arms with an arrogant smirk. I was a businesswoman, I viewed pro's and con's there's no way that this wouldn't work.

"Yeah." He flashed me an arrogant and aloof grin of his own. "Pray tell why, Mr.Iyer." I frowned, does this guy really think he knows business more than me?

"One, Priya and I have been dating since school days. We have photo's together at some local cafe's and what-not. Two, my parents knew I was dating someone from school but they didn't know who because I wasn't ready to introduce her yet. Three, most important point, she has Sheikh who's willing to be witness for all of this." said Shreyas.

"Yeah, well, one, I've known you since school too, and we have photo's together. Two, you could always just tell your parents about this deal. Three, Varun and Darsha are willing to be witnesses for us." I countered.

"But you do have a point, we'll have to say something about the video." I sighed, slumping deeper into my chair. "Then there's the 'why didn't you reveal that you were dating'"

"But that's why I have a solution." He hummed, his fingers tapping the coffee table rhythmically. 

"What is it?" I asked without sparing a glance, my mind swirling with possible solutions.

Maybe we broke up for a bit but then got back together at a reunion? Oh wait, I don't ever attend those.

"Marry me, Tara." 

What-?

I snapped out of my daydreams and found Shreyas on one knee in front of me. What the hell is he doing?

I heard a clicking sound, that's when it struck me. Four Tables away, thankfully away from earshot, was a cameraman. Shreyas knew, and planned. 

I underestimated you, but the game is on, Mr.Iyer

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TADAA

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