Chapter 3

''''''''''''''''''Pari'''''''''''''''

Marriage for convenience

Marriage for convenience

Marriage for convenience

Marriage for convenience

Kept on repeating in my head as I tossed and turned on my bed for the whole night.

The sinking feeling in my stomach and the erratic beating of my heart when I was alone made me wonder if I did the right thing.

Oh shit!

He proposed

And I agreed

Shit!!! Double shit!!!! Triple shit!!! And the wedding is fake.

We both agreed to marry and for wrong reasons.

Shit we would be lying to our elders rather cheating them and however so I am brought up, I have been brought up better than this.

"I cannot do this". No wonder he is hot and handsome and any girl would drool over him but the arrogance urggh... it's pukish.

Well how does it matter to me, its fake and I am not even going to get to sleep... uhh... hold your horses Pari I shouted at myself as I had I decided determinedly to deny the stupid proposal and threw away the covers and walked to my phone that was on charging.

Yeah the old model needs overnight charging.

"Par PARI PPPPAAARRRIIII" the early morning yelling began and I rushed at my mother's service.

"Yes mummy"

"Where is my tea? You know I need it in the morning. I work so hard for you and you cannot even get a cup of tea in the morning." She complained.

"Sorry I'll get it in a bit " and I sprinted towards the huge kitchen on the first floor tying my hair into a knot so that the tea can be made quickly.

My mother gets really upset when her tea is delayed in the morning.

Quickly fishing out the pot and filling it with water, milk and tea granules, I filled the bowl with sugar and biscuits to avoid any wastage of time.

"I hope it is not as sweet as jaggery like yesterday," my mom said before picking up the mug.

"Dear you know she works so hard for the family the entire day you should help her." My father said calmly.

"Yes Pa and mom I kept the sugar separate, Pa likes less and you more so you can add accordingly." I suggested.

"See the way she reacts. I cannot even scold her. She teases me back, taunts me," my mom stated.

"No." I couldn't help the eruption of words "I didn't mean to."

"Now she is snapping at me. God knows I love her and take care of her like my own daughter yet she misunderstands me" she said and started sobbing in my dad's arms.

"I am so sorry I didn't mean to hurt you mom" I said and walked away with tears dwelled in my eyes.

Don't worry I wont cry. I am stronger than this. I take this everyday bullshit with an erect spine.

I went to the place that suits me best; the kitchen.

I better start cooking or I'll be late for my class again.

"Baby" my dad said and I jumped. I was not used to endearments.

"I am sorry Pa." I said before he could shout at me.

"I am glad that you are. She has done so much for the family, she works hard, cooks food, cleans the house, takes care of you. After your mom died I did not know how to manage with you. But she changed everything. I owe it to her. We owe it to her. Please respect her." He repeated. He does that every time my mom complains to him.

And I like an autopilot with my imaginary ear pods in my ears try to filter his words because I know this is my mom speaking.

"Now go get the mugs," he said rather ordered.

That's when I realized that my mom would be yelling at me again to pick up the kettle and utensils again.

I picked the tray and followed him.

When I was about to leave I heard them talking and couldn't control the eaves dropping.

Hey it was unintentional because I had to immediately call that Rai, Raj whatever and deny the plans and I had to do it at the earliest.

Working in the kitchen I had almost forgotten about it weary of the words my mother greeted me in the morning.

"Did you get any reply from that guy from Delhi?" my mom asked.

"No. I guess they need time." My father replied I could hear the shuffling of newspaper that he was reading as he talked along.

"Or they are trying not to be rude to deny openly." my mother opinioned.

"Why do you think so?" my father asked.

"Imagine the guy is so handsome and he studied in Amriicaa. Why would he like a girl looking like Pari, only her name is Pari."

Ouch that hurt but I should have been used to it by now.

"I guess you are right. We are fake hoping." My father seconded.

"I tell you my brother's son is the best prospect for her." My mother suggested.

I scrunched my nose. Where was the conversation going?

"Your brother's son?" I guess my father and me were on same note.

"Oh his adoptive son Ram." My mom said and the ground shifted from my knees. I shivered at the thought and the tray fell along with the kettle and the mugs and crackling of the glass mirrored my world crashing down.

'I thought he is servant of..." my father stopped as my mother's critical yelling started "I told you she is good for nothing, cannot even hold a tray. God knows who'll marry her. I tell you Ram not only works for my brother; he is his adoptive son. He won't even mind marrying Pari and she can visit here also often."

I quickly picked up the broken pieces of the glass even though I cut my already shivering hands and ran.

I needed to breathe. I needed to be out of here.

######

Breakfast fortunately was uneventful for I cooked porridge both my parent's favorite with another mug of hot and boiling tea so that none could complain.

However I did notice exchange of words between my parents and knew they were talking about my marriage making the hair on my neck rise.

"Pari don't forget the clothes in the dryer, Deya might need them for her school." My mother shouted from her room and I took a deep sigh. I was already running late.

But I had to do it. There was no escape or you may say that I had stopped fighting.

I had stopped fighting ages ago after I was bejeweled with the scars on side of my waist.

Wait you need not know.

Finishing the task, I picked the bag, removing my rubber band to retie the pony into a bun before leaving for the bus, the ride always messes the hair but failed with the wounded hand.

Checking my watch 'Oh shit ' only 20 minutes for the class I sprinted out of the house to try and make it.

Dam! The luck!" I shrieked not with pain but the barriers that were in my life and this was standing right in my way, the tall 6 feet barrier with muscles that shouted a week full of gym and work outs, not to forget the arrogant smirk that graced his delectable face and NO I am not drooling.

Okay I am trying not to!

I shrieked to avoid my embarrassment

Cant help it, he is already self obsessed and if he gets to know he has me too obsessed by his good looks god knows how much he is going to get the freaking hell out of me.

"'Oh shit!" he shrieked too.

And I panicked "ssshhh... sshhh what happened. Be quiet. What happened and why are you here?" I asked.

He shouldn't be here. I didn't call him, I couldn't. I rather procrastinated and look the idiot is here to save the trouble or rather say the trouble itself is here.

"Go away. I'll call you." I pushed him out or you can say I tried to push the big hulk out but he was the same stubborn one.

"Wait. He held my hand and I freaked.

With strong force I pulled my hand from him and it was not due to pain.

"You are bleeding" he said and for the first time I saw concern in his eyes.

"Oh no" I pouted, " I had applied the spray but banging with you I guess the wound's fresh again. No worries I'll manage."

I walked, no I tried to walk out hoping for him to follow but fate was really an antagonist today.

"Pari who are you talking to?" yelled my mother and the sound seemed louder for she walked towards us.

"Oh no. Please stay quiet," I almost begged.

"Greetings ma'am, these are little goodies [shagun] my mom sent for you and it's a yes." He said calmly

Who is he, a cucumber?

What are you talking about?"

His dick?

'Shut up' I said to my internal rambling.

But the shot had been fired and I had to wait for the consequences.

My mom eyed between the bags of goodies, her gaze then followed me and later him.

"Pari you were getting late." My mom suggested and that was a new because she never appreciated me going for further studies. She was never concerned about me reaching on time.

"Umm.. yes" I turned to leave scared what she'd tell him.

"Hey wait, you are hurt, I'll drop you." He offered.

And I guess my mom turned red.

"You should have called before coming dear." My mom's rare sweetened voice fell into my ears and I was praying for a miracle.

"I did but uncle's phone was switched of and Pari was not picking up the phone." He said respectively before bending on her feet to get her blessings and she complied with a 'long live' blessing.

I guess all elders in India are used to for it is a ritual to let the younger feel smaller in front of them.

Why am I being negative?

I huffed for mostly this is a piece of respect and an America return guy doing it means he indeed is a good person

But why am I interested?

Coz you are supposed to marry him dumbo.

'Fake marry' I reminded myself

"I have to leave." I was about to leave.

"I said" Raj was loud and bossy this time "I'll drop you." And he turned to my mom "My mom will talk to you personally later in the evening. I guess I need to leave" he said and turned to leave with me.

"Son have some refreshments, you had driven such a long distance. Its hot too."

"I am good, the car was conditioned and I have some important work too." He said politely.

Bipolar! Huh

"Take care dear," my mom said sweetly

Yeah he is foreign return and people would worship the ground where a foreign return would walk, its conditioned in their brains.

"Where is your car?" I asked.

He clicked the remote of his keys and the red car with 4 rings on the front and the rear, I mean Audi A4 series came to life..

"This is YOUR car?" I couldn't help but ask even though the answer was obvious.

Hitting on my forehead imaginarily I scolded myself "Now drool on his car too."

I guess I was a little louder than expected but who would have thought that a small town girl would be dropped to her college in a huge sedan and that too The Audi.

The girls in my college are sure as hell going to get sick of drooling.. And that's scary.

I was amazed when he initiated to open the passenger door for me 'what a gentleman you are!" I was about to compliment but how can an arrogant self-obsessed prick be so nice especially to his fake fiancé?

Idiot bent to the dashboard displaying his perfect set of butts right on my face.

I noticed?

Why wont I? And why wouldn't I?

Okay stop I am not a pervert but when you get a well toned worked out ass right slapped on your face you are supposed to admire.

Well whatever he is a jerk so I'll pass.

But when he stood with a box of first aid, I was speechless.

"I am okay. I don't need this." I said pushing the box away from me.

"Why the big girl is scared of burning antiseptic?" he teased.

"Pain doesn't bother me." I mumbled irritated.

"What?" he appeared shocked and shook his head dismissively.

"Raj" I said "I am seriously getting late. Shall we leave?"

"Not before you are bandaged." He insisted.

"I said I am okay" I was irritated why does he show that he cares.

Shit the bleeding.

Got it! He does not want to soil the seats of his expensive sedan. No sedan with the rings.

"I wonder how your mom let you go while you were bleeding."

Think Pari think. You cannot let your family down.

"Oh she is an Indian mother-in-law who gets worked up whenever their son-in-laws are visiting. So she might have not noticed." I finished trying to be convincing enough and he did not ask further so I think he bought the lie dumbass!

He started to attend to my wound with the cotton swab trying to hold my hand again.

I snatched the thing from him and worked on my own rubbing the antiseptic on my wound, it burned but I was fine and I quickly applied the lotion before strapping it.

"Happy' I showed my palm or rubbed it on his face "now can we go?' I asked irritated.

He smiled but didn't say anything except pushing the keys in and putting the royal chariot into life.

"You are very fond of studies?" he asked, his eyes still glued to the bumpy roads.

"Nay! I hate studies." I said easily.

"Then why are you so keen in going to college? Hmm.... Some boyfriend?" he asked.

"I never had a boyfriend, never will, its only my destination to become an efficient doctor that drives me through." I explained. I don't know why but he seemed to be a good listener.

For the moment! Don't get your hopes up girl

"Left and here we are." I took a deep sigh after I reached the premises. It was a narrow concrete lane surrounded by trees from both the sides. If it was a bright sunny day one wouldn't notice because of the flush green leaves filled with yellow and orange flowers all around

'''''''''''''''''

"This is your college?" he asked his brows furrowed in confusion.

"No its another left from here." I was about to get down when he pressed the race pedal.

"Why cant I drop you at the college?" he asked confused.

"Your car." I answered closing my eyes and pressing my forehead, migraine was invited.

"My car. What's wrong with it, the roads are good too at least here?" he asked perplexed.

"Its your car that is a problem Lord of the rings" I gestured the whole car widening the gaps between two hands showing how big it is Just like his brains. But I restricted the fact to italics only louder would have bruised his big fat Indian male ego.

Oops sorry for the prejudice

Also I wanted to add your white Burberry shirt and Louis Vuitton basics, girls are gonna die here but I kept my mouth shut

Why unnecessary bloat his already elephant sized ego?

Ignoring my ramble he raced again and parked right in front of my college.

He waited for me to leave but I stood still.

"We are here" he sated.

"Oh I thought you'd drive me to my class.' I sarcastically stated.

"Sorry cant." He said casually before adding "funny though"

"So laugh," I said snidely before leaving.

I know I am being baptized as a nasty bitch by him by now but this Richie-rich always pushes my wrong buttons. Why flash this extravagant car to people? He could have dropped me back there but No, he simply wants to show off his biiiigggg caaaaarrr.

The stares that I got diminished once I reached my class and I felt normal again.

I felt I could breathe.

If this is what it is going to be marrying that rich brat, I think I am in a big trouble' I sank into my seat with that thought.

If you are wondering that I am not paying attention to what the professor is saying then don't worry me and professor are good and I have completed my project on time and others haven't so they are left dealing with the rabbit teeth, wide glass monster of a teacher who cannot speak without yelling.

So where was my train of thoughts?

You might also wonder why didn't I outright deny the wedding when I was riding all the way to college with him?

Yeah Don't judge..

I wasn't oozing over him nor his out of description' big car. Yes I am air quoting my fingers.

I tried to open my mouth but like a fish it closed on its own, constantly I failed to phrase the words as if the entire syllables of the dictionary disappeared.

No I am a perfect bright student and I did get my admissions to medical with my merits.

It's the groom that my parents were talking about in the morning a problem.

Would I get into a bigger trouble than I am with this marriage?

Yeah marriage corrections fake marriage.

What have I put myself into?

But the suggestion that my mother gave about marrying her brother's adoptive son//////// slash>infinity his servant, I think I'll pass.

Marrying the jerk, self-obsessed Richie rich is convenient.

Bring it on!

Marriage for convenience....

A/N: So Pari's pov*sighs*

I had already written this one earlier before I realized that you guys love Raj's pov.

Hope you enjoy Pari's too..

Still if you are keen on having the story in Raj's pov alone, you can convey it in the comment box:)

Also I DO have Raj's pov written on chapter 3

May be,,, I mean may be,,, if I get huge amount of votes or request you might get it as a bonus chapter

Between what do you guys think?

Pari would be able to deny the marriage..oops fake marriage.

Is raj really stupid enough to have a convenient marriage?

Well he has already tasted*apologies dated* a non Indian girl.

Will an Indian girl make any difference in the spice of his life?

You remember the drill

VOTE + COMMENT

Dedicated to my reader and first follower after the book was published @Manasi1105

Pic of siddharth in white shirt and basic denim on the right>>>>>

Don't miss it!!!