Fallen So Deep (Sidnaaz)

Chapter 1

                           
Sana's POV:-

It was a long flight. 7 hours 50 minutes can give you a jet lag. A migraine too.

Dad and Mum slept almost in the whole flight. How can they sleep calmly when I have not even slept for a single second since my last day at school when they ripped off all my dreams within seconds.

Ellie broke my heart too. When I told her about everything she seemed to know that already. That broke me into pieces. How could she know everything? When I asked her, she explained how my mum convensed her to hide all this from me.
They knew I was planning to look for the jobs and now when I think back I remember Ellie was the one who convensed me to apply in New York. She was right about the opportunities here and a better life with her around me. She herself will be in New York by now.
I hate her for betraying me like this. I probably never want to see her again.  I hate her more than Dad , more than everyone. She knew everything about it all this time. I hate her. "Argggh..." I groaned when the announcement was made about  the landing of the plane. I hate them all.
I hate you too, Mr. Sidharth Malik. You already ruined my life.
I pulled myself up from the seat. Took my hand bag from the aisle and started the journey to hell.
"Sana, be a good girl. If you become the reason for anything stupid in this marriage. I am gonna tie you up in your room forever." Dad whispered probably because I have been giving them tantrums since then.

I rolled my eyes with frustration but nodded. How could my own parents do this to me? How could my so called best friend be the one helping them?

Its been an hour since our plane landed at the  beautifully busy New York City. 
We gathered our stuff and went out in search of Mr. Malik.

This Sidharth Malik has himself came to welcome us at the JFK International.

Dad and Mum were happy for God knows what. They seem to love me in such a ruthless situation.

I switched on my phone and started checking out if there were any mails or messages, but there were none.
As if I have anyone apart from Ellie to contact me. Oh God, why am I even taking her fucking name? I hate her.

Sensing a piercing stare I glanced up and my gace locked with icy blue eyes.
The most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen. There was a super mischievous gleam in those eyes.
He was an Indian. A very handsome one. The guy looked hot as hell. He wore a pale white shirt and suit pants looking perfectly hot. He noticed my stare and winked at me causing me blush scarlet red.
Fucking hell.
I looked around and saw a driver who was probably my dad's age with a cue card.
My eyes got wider on reading -
              "Welcome to New York.
                 Mrs. & Mr. Sharma

Waiting for you with love, Miss Sharma

Sidharth Malik. My to be husband is too hot to be ignored.

I was shocked and looked at him once again.
He smiled mischievously and licked his lips. Looking me over from top to bottom.
He was a Jerk with a rueful sexy smile.

I glared at him walking confidently towards him. I am not afraid of you, dick.
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Sid's POV:-

I went to receive them like a true gentleman.
I need to pretend to be one, of course later on, I will work upon my plan.
I was waiting at the airport for them to arrive for a fucking hour now.
And no one came our way. John, my driver, was beside me with a cue card welcoming them.

I know nothing about the supposed girl I am going to marry except her name Shehnaaz Sharma. Which itself is quite sexy one.
I was expecting her to be a nerd with an ugly face and some crazy specks just like a cartoon character.
What would you expect from a professor's daughter who herself did her masters in her father's profession.
A boring glum looking girl was my expectations so far.