Arranged to my hater

Prologue

Author's Note:

Hi Guys, I have updated the names of the lead to Abhimanyu and Ishita. I am in the process of updating it for all chapters but since it's a long list I might take some time. So wherever you see Rohan and Abhimanyu are the same person and so are Shanaya and Ishita. 

I promise I'll make all the edits soon... 

*Edited*

I just completed my shift and was on my way to my apartment. It has been an exhausting day and all I wanted to do was go home, watch some Netflix, and chill. Before I reached my apartment I received a call from my father. To be honest, seeing his name on the screen shocked me as he doesn't call me until it's very important.

"Ishita, you are coming to Mumbai tonight alone," my dad said, stressing the word 'alone' as soon as I picked up the call.

"Firstly, hello to you too, dad. Secondly, why do you want me to come to Mumbai so suddenly?"

"I'll tell you once you are here" he replied

"I cannot leave tonight. I'll have to book a ticket and handle a few things here if you want me to come alone."

"I already booked the tickets for you. For other things, talk to your roommate and she can help you."

"Okay, I'll see what I can do."

I left for Mumbai on the same night. As soon as I reached my dad wasted no time to inform me about my marriage, no "Contract Marriage" with none other than Abhimanyu Saxena. And what pissed me more was that I have no say in this. It was a bond to tie the two leading multinational companies resulting in a very powerful company, Malhotra-Saxena Holdings Inc.

The craziest thing is that we have to marry by the end of this month according to what is stated in the damned papers, not to mention the fact that we have only a week to prepare. Not enough time to plan for a grand Indian wedding.

Between all these plans I have to get in touch with Abhimanyu and tell him everything about myself and my secrets.

Well, I am Ishita Malhotra soon to be Ishita Saxena, wife of Abhimanyu Saxena. I'm 25 years old. I live with my dad. I used to live with my dad before I moved to London and here I'm back in Mumbai after 3 years of my marriage. I don't know where my mom is. She left us when I was 2; it's another story for some other time.

Anyways, I am going to marry Abhimanyu Saxena, heir of Saxena Industries, hot, handsome, and cocky. He was 6'1" tall and his hours at the gym paid him well. He had looks that could put finest to shame. His dimples could melt the strongest of hearts and his smirk could make any girl fall for him.

You must be thinking this is an arranged marriage and how do I know this much about him?

He was in my college, my senior. He was 2 years older than me. He was popular. 90% of girls were head over heels for him including Maya my best friend and the rest 10% of girls including me. Maya used to say she loves him which is hard to believe for me. If she knew I was marrying Abhimanyu Saxena, the love of her life. She would have killed me. Rumors say he used to like someone from our college and Maya being Maya used to believe that she was the girl. Cliché I know but hey, that's Maya for you.