The story revolves around Zoya and Renzo.
Zoya Agrawal, is a coy, silent,innocent girl who abides by her parents rule and shakes her head to their will.
Renzo Matteo De Luca is the head of the most feared Italian Mafia.
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I really am not able to understand these Indians. They had a week full of ceremonies before the wedding. And as you have guessed I did not attend any of those ceremonies but I had left few of my men here to keep me updated and send me photos. She looked so damn hot in those photos. I felt happy as all this beauty is going to belong to me.
I was waiting for my to be wife in the altar. After a few minutes the noises in the room declined and a turned back to see a breath taking scene.
I am getting married today to a complete stranger and I hate him already. Because of him I have to leave my studies and my family behind. I am really not feeling much about being seperated from my family because they betrayed me by hiding the fact that my dad belonged to the mafia. I am really worried about this person because what if he abuses me,hurts me and treats me like nothing. Will I be able to trust him? What if he sells me to someone else? My mind was working at 100 miles per second, if it had worked like this during the exams I would have scored better marks.
With all these thougts on my head my get ready. I was already tired due to a week full of ceremonies including sangeeth , haldi and poojas.
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(Her dress,jewelry, hair makeover and makeup)
As I was getting ready there was a small knock on the door. I open the door and my mom walks in. "Look how beautiful my daughter is" she exclaims. I just give her a small fake smile. She takes a small box and pulls out a bangle from it. "My Amma(mother) gave it to me when I married your father and I am giving it to you now and you will pass this to your daughter. Understood?" I nod my head. She pulls me into a hug, when we pull away I find my eyes moist. Eventhough I am angry on her,she is still my mom. I doubt whether I will be able to hug her anymore. We both left the room and went to the altar door where my dad was waiting for me. He took my hand in his and lead me through the aisle. The people were making me nervous by staring at me. I go to the altar and stand before my to be my husband. I slowly raise my head to look at him, he notices me looking and gives me a angry look ,I quickly look down. Oh...my go..d this person is so hot but he doesn't know how to laugh. He is already giving me death glares, I am sure that my life is going to be hell.
She stands befor me and lifts her head to look at me, noticing it I give her a serious look. She immediately looks down. You should have seen the fear in her eyes when I gave her that look. It's really good because she should fear,respect and love only me. I was actually feeling to smile at her but I ready told you ' Never show your emotions '.
We take our vows and I get ready to kiss her but the priest doesn't say it. I had a doubt whether the priest has said it and I had falied to hear it. I hear Lorenzo giggle. I turn and glare at him."In India they don't ask you to kiss in public".I was like what the hell is going on. It is confirmed that Indians are weird and there is a chance they are from another planet. I mean that. Everything thing is different here from the way people dress to their behaviour and hospitality.
