In the bustling city of London, two young hearts beat with the rhythm of life. Adithya, a strikingly handsome man with sharp features and piercing eyes, exuded an air of arrogance with every step he took. He was a man of few words, but his actions s...
I'm actually getting married, like, literally marrying a guy whose existence I can't stand. How am I supposed to manage my studies and everything? Marriage is such a huge responsibility. I have to share my entire life with a guy I barely know and who doesn't even like me.
I got dressed, putting on blue jeans and a black top. I stared at myself in the mirror. Reality hit me like a ton of bricks – my wedding was happening in a courthouse. The dreamy, traditional wedding I'd always imagined wasn't happening, not in real life or in my dreams. I never thought I'd end up with a court marriage. Seriously, he's a stone-cold guy. My dad and Adithya's grandpa tried to convince him to have a proper wedding, but he was stubborn. He had some important business in London and wanted to avoid public attention. Hmph! I named him right, Mr. Devil.
Suddenly, my mom opened my bedroom door. "Anu, are you okay with this marriage? Are you happy?" She asked, concern in her eyes.
I wasn't sure what to say. "Don't force yourself; you know we will support you at any cost" she replied.
"I don't know, but I trust Dad. Both of you are my parents, and you've always wanted me to be happy," I replied. Just then, Dad called us; we were running late.
Twenty minutes later, we arrived at the registry office. Adithya and grandpa were already waiting for us. Mr. Devil showed no emotion; he stood there like a statue. Grandpa greeted us, gave me his blessing, and had a faint smile on his lips.
After some time, the registry office called us, and we went through all the formalities. We got married just like that. I felt so confused; my feelings were all over the place. I didn't know if I should be happy, sad, angry, excited, or something else entirely.
We all walked out together. "Please take care of my daughter; she's my princess," my father said to Adithya. But he just nodded without saying a word. Then, my mother hugged me and shed some tears, but I reassured her, saying, "Don't worry; whenever you miss me, I'll come back. Don't cry, Mom; take care." I tried to comfort her, but deep down, I was scared of what the future held.
We had a flight in the next hour, so we said our goodbyes to everyone and headed to the airport. I had a ton of luggage as a new bride, and I didn't know when I'd be back. It was getting hard for me to carry it all. I thought, "Well, now he's my husband; he should be a little considerate." I muttered under my breath, "Devil." Adithya responded, "Don't be slow; the flight won't wait for you." Hmph! What a jerk.
When we arrived in London, Adithya's car was already waiting for us at the airport. We buckled up and made our way to my so-called house, which was actually a penthouse. After we entered, Adithya said, "I'll show you your room, and one more thing—I don't like you, and I'll never love you. So, don't expect anything from me, got it? Whether you live or die, I don't care." He said it calmly but with a menacing tone, sending shivers down my spine.
I was tired and didn't have the energy to argue, so I just kept quiet. He left, and I took a look around my new room. Not bad; I actually loved it. I plopped down on the bed and soon drifted off to sleep.
A knocking sound woke me up. I opened the door and saw a woman. "Hello, ma'am, I am Ragini, the housekeeper of this house," she said. I replied, "Hello, Ragini; I am Ahana."
"I know, ma'am; you are Sir's wife. Don't worry, relax," she reassured me. She seemed sweet, unlike my so-called husband.
Ragini went to the kitchen to prepare food for me, and I roamed around the house. Everything exuded elegance and class, with a minimalistic touch. There was a pool, a hot tub, a luxurious bathroom, and a library. Every part of the house screamed luxury but not a home.
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