BILLIONAIRE'S HIRED WIFE ①

7. I'm Not Married

At 4 pm, shehnaaz  was standing in front of the Hotel Empire. She had never gotten the opportunity to visit or get inside such a luxurious chain of hotels in her life. She was a bit hesitant before entering the hotel. Passing through the parking space, shehnaaz  reached out to the main door of the hotel. Her eyes paused for a moment when she saw herself through a glass door. Shehnaaz  was beautiful beyond what one could ever express in words. a whitish complexion, long chestnut curled hair, and an hourglass figure. She had everything that it takes to make a woman beautiful and appealing. In addition to these, the dimples on her face could be seen successfully adding more charm to her beauty.

Shehnaaz  was extremely gracious and beautiful, but she had no interest in flaunting her beauty or playing dress-up. She liked to keep it simple and had zero knowledge of makeup and fashion. Her long, curly hair was always tied in a bun. She preferred to dress up simply. It wasn't too flashy, and she wasn't comfortable with something revealing.

Today, when she came to meet Mr. Sidharth shukla , she opted for black denim along with an off-white blouse. She had a sling bag to carry the necessary belongings. Before coming to the hotel, she did not realise that she should have dressed according to the place she was arriving at. She was dressed in the same way she usually got ready for college. The luxurious ambiance of the hotel made shehnaaz feel out of place and small.

She was utterly self-conscious about her appearance. For the first time in her life, she felt she was underdressed for the place she had come to. It took her immense courage to step inside the main door and walk towards the reception. Shehnaaz felt all the gazes around her being directed towards her. It was an awkward experience for her.

Upon reaching the reception, shehnaaz inquired, "Excuse me, I have an appointment in room no. 605."

The receptionist stole a glance at shehnaaz from head to toe and replied plainly, "Wait a moment Ma'am, I will check and let you know."

The receptionist placed a call to room number 605 and confirmed if they were expecting a guest. After getting confirmation from room number 605, the receptionist informed shehnaaz  to proceed.

Shehnaaz  moved towards the elevator and got inside. Later, she pressed the sixth-floor button. While the elevator was going up, shehnaaz  had her heart racing fast. She was becoming restless and worried about how and what she would talk about. In order to keep herself calm, shehnaaz  was taking deep breaths.

She stepped out of the elevator when it stopped on the sixth floor. When she shifted her gaze in front, there was a long corridor before her. The corridor had rooms situated on both its sides. The interior of the hotel was impeccable. Shehnaaz  had had this feeling of discomfort since she entered the hotel.

Whenever you go to a luxurious place like this, you tend to become a lot more cautious about your behavior. We have our attention focused on ourselves so that we do not look degraded. And today, shehnaaz  was experiencing the same feeling. She was already stressed about meeting with a stranger, and now she was becoming anxious about the place where the meeting was held. She was walking slowly towards the corridor while simultaneously checking the room number.

She walked a few more steps and finally stopped in front of room number 605. She stopped at the door and was hesitant to go inside.

I still have time and could withdraw from the drastic step that I have taken. What if this turns out to be a trap? How would I escape it then? " She mumbled to herself.

But then shehnaaz  thought of talking about some risk. "Let's give it a chance and see if he is as genuine as Dr. Swati had described him. I won't get pregnant in the first meeting anyway, "she assured herself.