Forever and Ever

6.𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

Issac pov

Drop-dead gorgeous, these were the first words when I saw her in her bridal attire. She looked so breathtaking that she really took my breath away, and it did something to my heart.

But she had that sulking, angry kitten look from the start, especially when she saw me. For all I care, about that looks anyways.

No offense to her, but I hate her and will continue to hate her. This marriage means nothing to me; she'll just be a responsibility to me, other than that nothing.

She broke me by spitting the truth in my face on that drunk day, something I could never move on from.

How can I move on? I knew Amira was a gold digger, but I still chose to love her. I knew she used me, yet I couldn't hate her. I was blinded by love then, and I still am. But as a married man, I can't have any feelings for her now. So, adieu to my feelings and my first love.

Shanaya was like a savior to me who threw a bucket of cold water, and I came to my senses. She showed me her true face, which I already knew. I don't know if I should be grateful or ungrateful for that.

But alas, I accepted the fact that Amira never loved me; she was just using me when I saw her bitching about me and fucking another guy.

'Jo bhi hota hai, achhe ke liye hi hota hai'-these were my maa's words, but I don't find anything nice in that.

She looked so disturbed, like way to disturbed that I couldn't bring myself to argue with her over anything. Why am I even thinking about her if I don't care?

I didn't break this marriage for one reason only - my maa. She was so excited about this marriage that I couldn't let myself break her heart. I love my mother more than anything, so how could I ever miss that smile on her face because of me?

My mind drifted back to the conversation I had with Mihir; that bastard literally threatened me. So we went - deal for deal

I won't do anything to hurt her, and he won't ever show his face to her. This was the deal.

For him, Shanaya was something like the right person but wrong timing.

Now, back to reality.

I glanced at her as she rolled down the car's window, smiling like a crazy, weird girl she is.

I looked at her with a frown; why is she happy? Wasn't she supposed to be sulking like she was all day? Why the change of plans now? I ran my hands through my hair.

The abrupt halt in the car jerked us; with its polished exterior and hushed engine, in the bustling city street.

I gave the driver a questioning gaze and noticed that it was a red signal.

Shanaya's pov

I'm happy, but then again, I'm not. I'm happy because I'm free, but then again, I'm not. You getting any of it? No, you probably aren't.

K anyways, I'm hungry. Like i literally feel like I'm starving to death. I'm soooo goddamic hungry. Why? Well, cause one of my personalities decided to play the role of a lonely, depressed bride. So, yup, I did not eat anything since morning; I starved myself listening to my depressed personality. And now, I'm regretting it more than anything.

I rolled my eyes, sighed, and looked out of the window. When my eyes fell on a pizza shop, I blinked and glanced at my poor stomach; it must be hating me. "It's okay, baby. I'll fill you," I dramatically said to my stomach, patting it.

"Bhaiya," I indicated to the driver. But it looks like they both misunderstood me and gave me a side-eye. I cleared my throat embarrassed.

"Can you stop there?" I leaned closer to the driver and pointed at the pizza store. They gave me a bombastic side eye. Whatttt? I did not ask for your heart to give me that look.

"Why?" Why, man, why are you literally asking me why? Let me tell you why - because I'm freaking hungry, and if I don't eat, I'll die. I looked at him in disbelief, scoffing.

"Because I'm hungry," I faced him, glaring at this idiot.

He inhaled sharply, telling the driver to stop at the pizza store.

"Go," I stated the obvious, rolling my eyes.

"Where to?" Hence proven, he really is an idiot.

"To buy the pizza, duh. You can't expect me to go in this bridal dress and buy the pizza, now do you?" Where did I get this much confidence from? Perhaps the hunger is giving me confidence, or maybe it's my sour mood.

"What made you think I'll go and bring you the pizza?" One more reason to hate my sweet husband. "I'm not embarrassing myself." I want to bang his head, but we'll do it later. For now, my pizza is important to me.

I finally bought the pepperoni pizza, getting weird glances from everyone. C'mon now, you've never seen a human buying pizza?

I sat and opened the pizza box. Delicious. I took a slice and bit into it. I desperately ate my pizza, ignoring his annoying eyes on me, not even caring how crazy I must look. Whatever.

I wiped my mouth with a tissue and slurped my coke. I aggressively coughed when I saw a couple kissing in the middle of the road, with people cheering for them.

Eww people, get some privacy. Isaac gently patted my back, helping me. He had the same expression as me-disgusted

I finished my pizza, though there was one slice left. I couldn't eat it; I was full. I offered it to him, being kind, even though I had my advantage, but he denied, and so did the driver.

We reached the mansion. Wow, not bad. It's a large, typical, wealthy, well-designed mansion. The architecture is elegant, screams richness, it's luxurious, no doubt. But what's the use of this big shelter when you're not happy?

Now? what will I do with the pizza? I sneakily kept the pizza box in the car and came out of the car.

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Isn't she dramatic?