[𝗔𝗠𝗔𝗬𝗔 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗭𝗬𝗥𝗔𝗡]
When a business deal is struck, she finds herself in the confines of the only man she thinks is insufferable. She is to survive but will this just remain as it?
>Marriage of convinience
>Forced proximity
{𝐀𝐘𝐋...
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Zyran's POV:
I am married. Literally.
It's been 3 hours since the wedding ceremony ended and 1 hour since the afterparty started in my house. The house is swarming with guests as I am frustrated beyond measure indulging in the guests I have no interest in even talking to.
"Congratulations on the wedding, Zyran" A business partner of mine congratulates me with a hug and a warm smile. Return the gesture,Zyran. My mind practically screams at me. And I do just to keep up the good image.
It isn't like I have never been to gatherings, trust me I've been to worser ones but the reason why my mood is partially damned and halfly annoyed is the fact that my wife won't even look at me. Not that it should come up as a surprise but she warmed up to me to an extent during the wedding.
Like come on? I refuse to believe that it was all a show.Right?
I take a sip of the expensive non-alcoholic wine from the wine glass before casting a look infront of me where she is in deep conversation with some guests, I squint my eyes when she suddenly beams so big at them I am taken aback for a moment. If this is an act she is a great actor.
Of course its an act.
Shut up.
The intrusion of my mind is confirmed when once the guests turn towards the waiter to grab a drink, her face visibly falters as she sighs. And then she does the thing which I have been thinking to do since the last 30 minutes, She looks around her and tries to slip out of the scene towards the balcony I presume for a moment of relief.
Ha. Not so early.
Out of the corner of my eye I spot my mamu and mami, Ahmer and Shehryar's parents as a sinister idea pops up in my mind. Well she'll have to be introduced to them oneday or another right? So why not I do the honors?
(Mother's brother and her wife.)
Besides running away from your own after party is bad manners, fake or not.
Before she takes a step towards the balcony my hand is on her waist, encircled around it in a secure hold as I pull her towards me. She gasps her hands coming to rest on my chest on instinct and as her surprise vanishes it gives way for annoyance to be visible on her beautiful,beautiful face.
"What are you doing?" She is visibly annoyed as she asks me, her voice partially breathless. I wonder why. My shrug causes her to narrow her eyes on me even further,"Stopping you from escaping your own wedding, Amore."
