Unwanted Arrangement
- LECTURAS 178
- Votos 16
- Partes 7
"We were right, netizens. Ramesh Kulkarni, had confirmed, that yes, Ishika Ahuja, the CEO of Ahuja Inc. is getting hitched to his grandson, Daksh Kulkarni. This promises to be the wedding of the century that ends the cold war between the two families. We express our hearty congratulations to the couple, who've done the unthinkable and now we are off to pray that the wedding won't be a private affair because we need to witness the love of this romeo and juliet, who've defeated tragedy and are on their way to a happily ever after."
The said Romeo and Juliet watched the entertainment channel in agony and disgust at their misunderstood story.
"Romeo and Juliet? More like The Beauty And The Beast." Ishika fumed, angry at everything.
"Except, I'm the beauty in this story and you're the Beast." Daksh murmured, collapsing on the sofa with a yawn.
Ishika threw her chappal at his head, which barely missed his eyes by an inch.
"You're just proving my point, you mad beastly woman. What would happen to my face? Do you want to marry a scarred face?" Daksh exclaimed, rushing to the mirror, to assure himself of his intact beauty.
"I don't want to marry you at all, princess. You're way more trouble to tolerate than you're worth."
"Exactly what someone who couldn't afford me would say."
"Ugh. You're insufferable. No wonder they sent you away to another country."
"They just couldn't stand to look at their dull faces in mirror after watching my face all day."
Ishika gave up.
She had a better chance at winning an argument with a rock. And this was the man her family choose for her.
Why would anyone in the media, let alone her family, believe they loved each other when they couldn't stand eachother?
She guessed gossip is blind.
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