Adira Khanna & Zoravar Malik are the two famous faces of the business world. Both belonging to two of the most powerful business families of USA & UK.
Grandfathers rivals, Fathers friends but what these two will end up being is the biggest question...
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Sarcasm can be a bitch.
“I thought only I was planning a July wedding, glad we're on the same page for once, Mr Malik.”
Now I actually am.
It's crazy how things can get upside down in no time; months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds.
You never know what life will throw at you at which point and what catches you'll have to take.
Marrying Zor Malik is one of those catches, I deeply wanna drop but I know that I can't.
You gain something and you lose, that's life.
Everything comes with a price.
The price I am willing to pay is marrying someone I don't love, for someone I love deeply.
Daddy & Uncle Dev can be besties again.
The useless rivalry tag between The Khannas & The Maliks will be removed.
I will get to live in London without my father stressing over it.
But... I will lose the experience of love.
“I never wished a loveless marriage for you. Step back, Adira. I've got you!”
Daddy said the moment he found out we're planning on getting married but it's too late.
GrandDad will think so low of me if he finds out the truth, The negotiation will be called off, Everything we've tried to set right will go wrong then what's the point of all this?
I will pay my price.
“Are you planning to back out, Sweetheart?”
And he's here, before time. I asked him out today for lunch, we have some important discussions to do.
“Depends.” I say and he sits in front of me, whereas I sign the waiter to come and take our order. Zoravar seems to be very disinterested, of course how can he like anything in my presence?
The waiter leaves within a minute as both of us ordered just Lasagna, we are sitting at a private corner, just the two of us.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” He asks, eyes set on me. “The wedding ceremony is a week away as you know and I want to discuss some important stuff before that.” I reply, keeping my eyes on him.
Milan. 7/7. The clock is ticking.
He rubs his index finger on his forehead before speaking, “Like what? The flavour of the cake?” I roll my eyes at his comment, Idiot.
“Actually I've already picked that but if you want any changes then we can reconsider.” I answer, his facial expressions remain the same, “No, I'm fine with your choice, in everything as far as the wedding ceremony is concerned.”
