Ehaan s POV:
The music was pounding, the lights were flashing, and the party was spiraling out of control. My eyes darted across the room until they found her—Siya, laughing too loudly, her balance swaying with every step. She was way too drunk.
I knew I should’ve stopped her earlier, but this wasn’t the time or place for one of our arguments. The truth was, every time I looked at her, all I could think about was what I had done—how I had forced her into this marriage. She hated me for it, and I didn’t blame her.
But right now, none of that mattered. I saw Rudra out of the corner of my eye, his attention fixed on Siya, his face twisted in a mixture of anger and something else. Regret? Loss? Whatever it was, I didn’t have time for him. Siya was my responsibility now, no matter how complicated that was.
She stumbled, nearly falling as she giggled, and that was it. I couldn’t just stand by any longer.
I walked over, my footsteps heavy with the weight of our hidden reality. “Siya,” I called out, gently touching her arm. “You’ve had too much. It’s time to go.”
Her glassy eyes flicked up to meet mine, and she frowned, trying to wave me off. “I’m fine, Ehaan. Just leave me alone.”
“You’re not fine,” I said, my tone hardening. “Let’s go.”
She glared at me, but her legs betrayed her when she tried to step away, nearly collapsing. With a resigned sigh, I bent down and scooped her into my arms, her soft protests fading as I carried her out of the party.
I could feel Rudra’s eyes burning into my back, but I didn’t care. Siya was no longer his concern.
The cool night air hit us as we stepped outside, but that’s when I saw them—paparazzi.
Cameras flashed like lightning, and I froze for a second, my grip tightening around Siya. I had been careful. We had both been careful. Our marriage wasn’t supposed to be public knowledge, and now, all it took was one night, one picture, for the world to start asking questions.
“Ehaan! Who’s the girl? Is that Siya?” one of the paparazzi shouted, snapping more photos.
I pushed through them, trying to shield Siya’s face as best as I could, but the damage was done. The media had enough material to start a firestorm.
I finally reached the car, gently placing Siya in the back seat as the cameras continued flashing. She looked up at me, her eyes dazed. “What’s happening?”
“Just sleep, Siya,” I muttered, getting into the driver’s seat and starting the car. “We’ll deal with this tomorrow.”
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### The Next Morning
The blinding sunlight streamed through the curtains, pulling me out of a restless sleep. The events of last night played on a loop in my head. Siya had been completely unaware of the chaos surrounding us. But I wasn’t. I knew what was coming.
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and swiped it open. My worst fears were confirmed.
*“Mysterious Girl Spotted with Ehaan Mehrotra! Is This His Secret Wife?”*
*“Who is the Woman Ehaan Mehrotra Was Seen Carrying Out of a Party?”*
Photo after photo of me carrying Siya had surfaced online. Each headline was more sensational than the last, questioning who she was, why I had been seen with her, and whether this was the beginning of some secret scandal. No one had figured out the truth yet, but it was only a matter of time before someone put two and two together.
I clenched my jaw, tossing my phone onto the bed just as Siya stirred next to me. She groaned softly, her eyes barely open as she sat up.
“What happened last night?” she asked, her voice rough from sleep.
“You got drunk, I carried you out, and the paparazzi caught the whole thing,” I said flatly.
Her eyes snapped open, the color draining from her face. “What?”
I stood up, running a hand through my hair as I paced the room. “Our marriage is going to be exposed. They have pictures of us together. Everyone’s talking about it.”
Siya’s mouth fell open, her expression panicked. “You said we’d keep it a secret! You promised—”
“I know what I said,” I cut her off, my frustration bubbling to the surface. “But it’s out of my hands now. The media won’t let this go.”
She buried her face in her hands, her voice muffled. “This can’t be happening.”
I felt a pang of guilt, but I forced it down. There was no room for softness between us anymore
Tomorrow my dad Was coming back this is gonna be worse
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Twin Inferno
Romantizm"Even love is a deadly game when twins esha and ehaan decided to play, your either theirs,or forever damned in the twisted desire,your soul is forever slammed." Esha malhotra An enchanting princess with a smile that makes you think she is a angel sh...
