WIFE : BOUGHT AND PAID FOR

SHOT 30

Third person's pov

Bhumi was woken up early the following morning and treated to breakfast in bed.

After she'd had a shower, Bhumi found a beautician and a hairdresser awaiting her. Clearly, a strict schedule was being observed.

The professionals took charge and her hair was styled, her nails painted and her face made up. Day before yesterday night, someone had come and adorned both her legs and feet with mehendi. Now they are a rich dark red colour.

She could not escape the surreal sense that none of what was happening really had anything to do with her.

It was not until the wedding lehenga was reverently brought in by one of the designer's assistants that she began to feel involved and intimidated at one and the same time.

Why all the fuss for a court wedding, she wondered?

She wanted a court wedding because she didn't want anything extravagant. She didn't want to get carried away with all the glitters and shimmers of a billionaire wedding. And here she is getting dolled up like a princess.

She was ushered downstairs and tucked into an expensive looking car, the name of which she is unaware of as she isn't crazy about cars and motorcycles like some people are.

So much for being simple!

She was shocked when the car stopped in front of a temple. She could see the paparazzis swarming around the temple to capture the moments of the billionaire's wedding.

Why are they in a temple? Didn't she make it clear that she wanted a court wedding?

She was so busy in her thoughts that she didn't see her soon to be husband walking towards her.

"What is happening, Aryamann? Why are we at a temple? We are supposed to have a court wedding?" Bhumi hissed at him. But he was too busy staring at her.

Aryamann had ordered an extremely feminine and romantic wedding lehenga.

What he had not foreseen was how well the maroon designer lehenga would frame and enhance Bhumi's fair, delicate beauty.

She looked like a fairy princess from an old fairytale novel, and although he wanted to laugh at that comparison he was disturbed by the discovery that he could not take his eyes off her.

"Aryamann, I am speaking to you." Bhumi hissed once again.

"I tried for a court wedding, Bhumi. But my family didn't agree. They wanted it to happen here at the temple." Aryamann said with a shrug and Bhumi shot a furious look at him.

"Smile, Bhumi. People are looking." With that said, he took her hands and led her towards the mandap.

The wedding ceremony began and the pandit started chanting the mantras.

The pandit handed over the mangalsutra to Aryamann and he made her wear it.

Bhumi felt herself shuddering, when she felt his fingers grazing the back of her neck when he was hooking the nuptial chain.

"Sindoor pehnao, Aryaamann." Dadi said and the pandit forwarded the sindoor.

Aryamann took a pinch of vermillion in between his fingers and filled her partition. Bhumi closed her eyes, as she felt something strange running through her whole being.

It was then followed by the pheres.

The ceremony was then highlighted by an exchange of wedding rings. He had got a pair of matching platinum wedding bands, with a single diamond in the centre. He made her wear the wedding band and it complimented well with the solitaire engagement ring.