The Wrong Bride: Marrying My Twin Sister's Fiance

Chapter 4

Alisha

As Adil revelled in the afterglow of the intense moment we'd just shared, a crushing weight of regret settled upon me. What had I done? How could I have allowed this to happen? I felt like a complete fool.

I had a critical task before me, one that I'd neglected in the heat of the moment. I was supposed to confess the truth, to reveal that I was not the person he believed me to be. I was Alisha, not Lisha. My heart pounded with anxiety, and my mind raced.

But instead, I found myself entangled in a passionate encounter with my sister's husband in the back of his car. To make matters worse, I had enjoyed it. Yet, the worst part wasn't the enjoyment; it was the realization that I had engaged in intimate relations without protection, neither using a condom nor being on any form of contraception. Despite not actively dating and seldom going on dates, I had, on a few occasions, accepted a date on Tinder, only to chicken out at the last minute and cancel it.

I was a virgin, until now. Until I had lost it in the back of the car seat to my sister's husband. I looked at Adil, who was pulling up his pants after I slid from his lap and sat down beside him. I pulled down my skirt to cover my legs wore the lehenga blouse and tied the bow back. I was looking under the seat, searching for my panty.

"What are you doing down there, my love?" Adil asked me.

"My panties" I whispered.

Adil laughed and said, "Forget about it. I will have easy access to you".

He pulled me back up beside him and kissed my lips. I was still hungover from my orgasms. Oh how wonderful he was. Adil Suryavamshi, was the perfect man if there ever was one. He was caring, loving, a gentleman, treated people with respect, and was the most handsome man I had laid my eyes on. And he was a billionaire! How had Lisha gotten so lucky? That bitch was always lucky.

Why, God, why? Why do I always end up with the bad deal while Lisha gets to have all the fun?

"You're having a good time now!" a small voice from inside me answered. It was true. I was enjoying my time with Adil. If only I could perpetuate this lie, if only I could continue being Lisha and never reveal the truth to Adil. I could live this life – the life of a princess!

Go ahead! It's yours for the taking. You don't have to tell him the truth. No one ever has to tell him the truth, and you can live your fairytale.

But what about my parents? Wouldn't they realize that I was living a lie? They would, but would it be so bad to tell them that I was going to live my happily ever after with Adil? After all, they were the ones who had forced me to start the lie in the first place. They had asked me to take Lisha's place at the wedding, and now I was contemplating taking her place in life. I believed I deserved my fairy tale. I deserved to be loved too, especially by someone like Adil Suryavamshi, who had the power to make my head spin. Yes, I could continue to be Lisha, and there would be no scandal, allowing everyone to go on living their lives happily.

Adil put his hands around my shoulders and gently stroked my upper arm, pulling me back to the present moment.

"We are here, my love," he said, and I noticed that we had pulled up near the airport.

"Are we going to your house?" I asked him.

"No, my darling. We are going to Paris. Our honeymoon suite is waiting for us," he replied with a naughty twinkle in his eyes.

In a whirlwind of excitement, Adil and I boarded a private jet that would take us to the City of Love. I was now in Paris, on my honeymoon, with the man I had just married under the most bizarre circumstances.