Yours Ryan [Original Edition]

Chapter 8: Ryan's mockery

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**Tanya's Perspective:**

As the echoes of Ryan's mocking laughter faded, my confusion turned into a determined silence. I stared back at him, unyielding, as he continued to circle me like a predator sizing up its prey.

"Wow, Tanya Mehra, aiming high, aren't you?" Ryan sneered, an arrogant smile playing on his lips.

"Ryan, I didn't..."

"Stop right there, Tanya. Before heading into this marriage, I already told you that I'm doing this only for my mother, and with your prior permission only I married you. Right?"

"Right...but..."

"And now you want to be my wife. Why? Because of my money and these luxuries," he accused, his voice dripping with disdain.

"Shut up, Ryan. First try to understand what I said." I requested calmly and continued, mustering all the patience I had left.

"Ryan, you know one of my dreams was to get married. And now it has happened. So, I just said that I want to experience this phase," I explained, hoping he would see the sincerity in my eyes.

"Okay then. You can enjoy. But don't expect anything from me, either love or care. You will be just a stranger to me, and most importantly, I won't accept you as my wife," he hissed, walking past me dismissively.

"Alright, Ryan. But remember one thing, I will continue everything I did today. You can't stop me," I said adamantly, refusing to back down.

"Let's see," he retorted, his eyes narrowing.

"Let's see," I echoed, meeting his challenge head-on.

**Tanya's POV:**

The shrill voice from the stupid alarm disturbed my sleep. Throwing it away, I sat up, stretched my arms, and looked at the ceiling blankly. Yesterday's incident replayed in my mind, and my eyes became teary. Whatever I said was true. I accepted this marriage, and how can I not? Marriage was one of my dreams, and also, I am a...

- A girl who blushed thinking about her future husband.

- A girl who wrote a whole diary about her future marriage.

- A girl who fixed her honeymoon destination.

- A girl who even found names for her future children.

After doing all of this, how can I simply ignore this relationship?

The day when I stepped inside Raichand mansion as their daughter-in-law, a different feeling arose in my heart. When anyone addressed me as Ryan's wife, goosebumps would erupt on my skin. From then, I understood that something had gotten into me.

Even though I promised him that I wouldn't take this relationship to heart, fate played its part, and my mind changed. Now, I decided that I will give my 100% to make our relationship a success with or without the help of Mr. Gorilla.

I changed into jeans and a top, deciding to look for any vacancies in some colleges, packing my documents in a handbag. I rushed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Finally, after 10 minutes of hard work, I prepared some Italian dishes according to his taste. Yesterday, he moaned out when his tongue just touched the bite, and with that satisfaction only, I prepared these.

"Yes, I will be right there, prepare the presentation..."

Here comes the devil.

I kept the dishes on the table and looked up to see him going directly towards the door without even glancing at me.

"Ryan, wait." I ran behind him.

"What?" he turned and barked at me, making me flinch.

"Come and have your breakfast."

"I don't want."

"Ryan, it's not good to avoid breakfast. So, go and have it."

"Didn't you hear what I said? I don't want to," he shouted, his voice booming.

"Then what will I do with these?" I asked, literally yelling, pointing at the food items. He glared at me and marched towards the table.

"What the hell are you doing?" I screamed in horror as he picked up the plates, heading towards the kitchen.

"Ryan, what...nooooo."

I shrieked and looked at the scene wide-eyed. He bloody dumped those into the waste bin.

"Problem solved," he smirked, a victorious gleam in his eyes.

"HOW DARE YOU, RYAN RAICHAND," I yelled, clutching his collars in fury.

"Yesterday I gave you a warning, right? Now what you saw is just a sample," he whispered and threw my hands away, his eyes cold and unfeeling.

"You don't know how much hard work I put into preparing your favourites," I shouted in agony, my voice breaking.

"And did I ask you to make it? No, right? Then why did you?" He retorted, his words like daggers, and I looked away, feeling defeated.

Now it's my mistake.

"Ryan, wasting food is a mannerless thing," I pointed out, trying to maintain my composure.

"And you made me do that," he shrugged and walked away, leaving me seething with anger.

Fumes were coming out of my ears. Arrogant donkey.

"Ryan, I swear one day you will pay for this."

"And I will wait for that day...baby," he said, giving a flying kiss before leaving the house.

Thank god I left some food for myself.

**At the Job Interview:**

"Congratulations, Miss Mehra. You are selected for this job, and most importantly, we are glad to have you here as our tutor. You have got such high degrees, and I am sure that you can help our students score high marks," Mrs. Jones said, her voice warm and welcoming. I smiled widely on hearing her words, a sense of accomplishment washing over me.

"Thank you, Mrs. Jones, and I assure you that I will give my best and help the students achieve good marks," I replied, my voice filled with determination. She gave me a proud look, and we both shared a firm handshake.

"Tanya, please fill out this form and give it to the receptionist, okay?"

"Yeah." I took the form from her and went outside the office.

Finding a seat for myself, I sat down, took a black pen from my bag, and started filling in the blanks.

- Name: Tanya Mehra

- Age: 25

- Date of birth: 23/01/1993

- Sex: Female

My fingers halted when I saw the last question.

- Marital status:

Oh my god!!!...what should I write?

If I write married, then I should mention Ryan's name, and if he finds this, he will kill me for sure.

What to do...what to do? I closed my eyes and made a final decision.

Unmarried.

It's better since I know he won't introduce me as his wife in front of anyone. Only our family and some relatives know about this marriage. And if others come to know that I am married, it will be a big issue. Anyway, it's for a year, right? So there will be no problem... *fingers crossed*

Filling out the form, I handed it over to the receptionist and walked out of the office, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension. This was my chance to build something for myself, and I was determined to succeed, regardless of the obstacles Ryan might throw in my way.