Mr Husband Work Hard

Hidden Marriage

9pm, one alluring night.

After drinking a little too much at her bachelorette party, Pratiksha's fiancee picked her up and brought her home to their apartment. Finally coming to her senses, she forced open her eyes, holding back an excruciating headache. As her vision cleared she could make out the figure of a man and a woman kissing passionately under the dimly lit room.

Like being struck by lightning, Pratiksha looked at the two in shock as they continued to kiss by her bedside. The anger inside her began to boil...

"Payal , stop messing around, Pratiksha only just fell asleep!" the man warned as he restrained the woman by her waist.

"What? Are you afraid your fiancee will wake up?" Payal responded in an annoyed tone, "You are getting married tomorrow. Why don't you give yourself to me tonight?!"

"Babe, you are such a troublemaker, let's go to the other room," the man smiled seductively.

"No! I want to do it here! I want to do it right in front of her!" Payal swiftly unbuttoned the man's shirt as their lips once again locked.

Pratiksha tried to hold back her tears, but could feel them slowly trickling down her face. Who would have thought, the man she was to marry the next day would be cheating right in front of her.

"Behave, let's go to the bathroom. Isn't the bathtub your favorite place?"

"Fine then, you go in and fill up the bathtub first..." Payal nudged the man's chest towards the bathroom. As soon as the man left the room, she sauntered over to Pratiksha. Leaning over with a cold smile, she whispered, " Pratiksha , I'm not going to let you and Vikrant sign those papers tomorrow. I'm pregnant, he's mine!"

Pratiksha tightened her hands into a fist as she held back her emotions - careful not to let out a sound. It was not until she heard the moaning sounds of the couple coming from the bathroom did she feel her world had fallen apart.

Three years ago, Pratiksha was once India's top model. But, because of this man, she gave up everything, handing over her hard-earned position to Payal. As it turned out, everything she did merely went towards preparing someone else's wedding dress. No! This must be a dream, just a horrible nightmare, everything will be back to normal tomorrow!

Pratiksha continued to lie to herself. Until halfway through the night, Payal complained of feeling unwell as she led Vikrant out of the hotel. With that, Vikrant was to leave and not return...

But, they were to get married tomorrow!

The next day, as planned, Pratiksha drove to the court with a bitter smile because they wanted a court marriage . As she stepped out of her car, she gave Vikrant a call. The voice on the other side coldly answered, "Payal was injured on stage, I have to deal with this urgent matter first. Let's postpone the registration to another day."

There is no 'another day' , Pratiksha disappointedly told herself.

Pratiksha turned around and put on her sunglasses, ready to leave, but at that moment, her eyes were drawn to a tall figure heading her way. She couldn't help notice the fitted dark blue retro suit which complimented the masculine body underneath and out of the front chest pocket, the corner of a wine red handkerDeshmukhef could be seen peering out subtly. Glancing down, Pratiksha could see a pair of perfectly straight legs leading to a pair of freshly polished brown leather shoes which glistened in the sun.

This man...had such a strong presence, like that of a medieval king!

Especially as he got closer, although he was wearing sunglasses...his perfectly chiseled face and sexy lips were enough to drive any woman crazy.