Fake Marriage? Between A 7-star Restaurant Owner and A Corporate employee?
In a big fat Indian household?
Hell Yeah!
This is the story of Veer Raghuvanshi and Ishika Gupta.
Ishika Gupta who belongs to a middle-class family, their family is the same...
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I stood at her door, hand raised to knock, hesitating for the first time in years. This was new. Unfamiliar. I married her. Fake or not, it didn't change the fact that, in the world's eyes, she was my wife now.
The Ishika I told years ago to stay away from me, I dragged myself into her mess because I couldn't see her suffering. Why? I don't have any answer; all I know is that she should be out of this mess.
After fighting with my thoughts, I knocked. The door swung open in a second, and the smile on her face died the second she saw me.
She froze.
I took a deep breath, my eyes darting everywhere but at her. This was awkward. I felt it, and by the way, she was gripping the door and gulped. I wasn't expecting much, but I also wasn't expecting this level of hesitation from her. Was she scared? Was she regretting it? Or maybe because now she will have to break this game of acting like strangers.
Her fingers tightened around the door handle, and I realized—she wasn't moving.
I raised a brow, flicking my gaze toward the door handle in her grip. It took her a second, but she finally realised and stepped aside, making space for me to enter.
Slow. Very slow.
I walked in, standing in the middle of the room. It was simple, neat... yet there was a lingering warmth, something that told me she had spent years here.
I didn't turn around immediately. She wasn't saying anything, and I wasn't the type to force a conversation– To be honest, I don't know what to say. She had questions, but I wasn't in the mood to answer any of them, because I knew she would get hyper.
But then I heard her clearing her throat.
I turned.
And that's when it happened.
She was looking at me—really looking at me. And for a second, I felt something shift. She was looking at me after so many years. Can't she keep looking at me like this? I am ready to stand all day if she looks at me like this, soft gaze, filled with warmth.
Her deep black eyes locked onto mine, and in that moment, I saw something—hesitation, curiosity... something she wasn't ready to acknowledge yet.
I didn't look away.
Neither did she.
It was a mistake.
Because now she was reading me, and I didn't like being read yet I was not stopping her, I wanted her to read my eyes... the way she used to.
Something flickered in her gaze—realization, maybe? Interest? No. She was too aware of my presence. Like she was feeling something she didn't want to.
And then, just as quickly, she broke the eye contact.
She shifted on her feet, looking unsure for the first time since I had met her. Then she took a deep breath as if gathering courage for something. And I was ready to hear her melodious voice, She was going to talk to me for the first time after so many years, I was excited all of a sudden.
