Where is my home?

Can't help falling in love

The next morning, I woke up, disoriented and groggy. Memories from the previous day flooded into my mind, and I groaned, realizing I was married to none other than billionaire Riyan Arora. How in the world did we get into this mess? It's crazy to think that, just yesterday, I was a single, free, and independent woman, and today, I'm tied to Riyan, bound by the invisible chains of matrimony. It's surreal, and I'm still struggling to wrap my head around it. I glance over at the man sleeping beside me, his features relaxed and peaceful. He looks so different in his sleep, a far cry from the composed and serious expression he wears when awake. Seeing him like this, vulnerable and seemingly unaffected by the pressures of his position, makes my heart soften. In another lifetime, perhaps things could have been different between us, but now, we're stuck in this situation, navigating our unexpected union and the expectations that come with it.

The morning light streamed through the window, casting a soft glow on Riyan's chiseled features. He glanced over at me, his dark eyes meeting mine. "Good morning," he said, his voice still groggy with sleep.

Riyan pushed himself up into a sitting position, the sheets rustling with his movement. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair and let out a tired sigh. "How did you sleep?" he asked.

I propped myself up on an elbow, trying to shake off the grogginess. "Not too bad, considering the circumstances," I replied, a hint of sarcasm in my voice.

I let out a snort, rolling my eyes slightly. "What can I say? I'm not exactly thrilled about waking up as a married woman," I admitted with a touch of annoyance.

Riyan's smirk faded, replaced by a look of understanding. He leaned back against the headboard, his gaze studying me intently. "I can imagine it's been quite a shock," he said quietly.

Frustration and anger bubbled up inside me, and I couldn't hold back the words that spilled out. "Yeah, it's been a real joyride so far. First, we get married out of nowhere, and now I wake up in a king-sized bed with a billionaire businessman. It's not exactly living the dream."

Riyan's expression hardened at my sarcastic remark, and he shot me a firm look. "You know, you don't have to keep bringing up the fact that I'm a billionaire every time we have a conversation," he said, his voice cool and measured. "It's not endearing, and frankly, it's getting old."

"And while we're on the topic," he continued, his tone firmer, "it would be great if you could stop acting like my financial status is the only thing that matters. I'm more than just a bank account, you know?"

I rolled my eyes again, folding my arms defiantly. "Oh, please. You're a walking stereotype, you know that? Rich, arrogant, and utterly entitled. It's like you were born to play the role of the rich CEO."

Riyan's jaw tightened at my comment, and he turned to face me fully. "You have no idea what you're talking about," he said, his voice stern. "My company is one of the leading tech innovators in the world, and I didn't become CEO because I was born rich. I built up the company from the ground, making smart decisions and taking calculated risks along the way. It wasn't handed to me on a silver platter like you seem to think."

Riyan leaned forward, his gaze intense. "You want to know how I became CEO so young? It's because I worked my ass off. I put in countless hours, made sacrifices, and learned from my mistakes. I didn't just sit around waiting for things to happen. I made them happen. And that's what being a successful entrepreneur is all about."

Riyan took a deep breath, his expression softening slightly as he began to talk about his company. "Our company's name is Arora Industries, and it's one of the most respected names in the tech industry. It's been in my family for generations, and we've built up a reputation for being at the cutting edge of innovation. We've developed countless cutting-edge technologies and have a track record of success that very few companies can match."