Aisha's POV :-

"And who is the unlucky girl?" I said with pure sarcasm.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked in shock.

"Well I am really pitiful for the poor girl because her husband doesn't even know to romance!" I said trying to avoid Rahul's insane laughter.

"What do you mean by that, Aish?" Asked Sam again.

"Are you a fool or what, Sam? Didn't you get that your bavy sissy got angry on you for interrupting her little make out session with her fiancé?" Said Rahul still laughing to his peak.

"Umm. Oh!" Sam said giving a death glare to Rahul.

I knew that Sam didn't like Rahul at all and since when we decided to get married, it turned even worse.

"Okay! So whom are you marrying?" I asked trying to divert Sam's attention from Rahul.

"Yeah! Jia Karshyav." Said Sam.

His words almost made the sky crack and fall on my head.

I almost immediately recovered from the shock and said with a fake smile plastered on my lips, "Congratulations."

I walked out from the office without another word.

Why is my family doing this to me? Why don't they under me? Why can't they see the pain?

I sat up on my bed. I was all crying since afternoon.

Again the phone buzzed up. It is now ringing for quite sometime. I looked at the caller ID and it was with on doubt, Rahul.

"Hey! I need a break please. Not now. I'll talk to you later." I said weakly as I was about to keep the phone.

"The fashion show will start within an hour. We need you here." Said he.

Oh! Shit! I almost forgot.

"Just give me a minute." I said as I kept the phone and rushed to my walk in closet.

I took out a white silk gown which had two black ribbon striped for style and got my black high heel palms. I let my curls fall loosely down my shoulder and took a mini pink purse. I put on minimum make up to keep on the formal attire.

Yes. I changed alot. I tried to keep myself tip-top to the toes now and the bubbly thing is nowhere to be seen now except for in front of my family and Rahul.

I walked up to my car which was waiting for me in front of my building's gate and walked in.

I reached the venue within a few minutes because my appartment was near it. I saw Rahul waiting for me at the gate along with Sam and Jia. I stepped out from the car and Rahul came running to me as we entangled our hands by the elbows and walked to Sam and Jia who were already standing to face the paparazzi.

Jia gave me a knowing smile and so did I returned the same.

We stepped in the red carpet stairs and almost immediately thousands of cameras and flashlights were focused on us.

We walked in with the help of our bodyguards and took our seats at the front row, just infront of the ramp.

"So! Feels like you've got a good sponsorship." Said Jia.

"Thanks to you. Your company helped alot!" I said with gratitude.

"It was Bhai's idea!" Said she softly.

"What?" I asked in shock.

"Yes. He did say that. He's changed alot Aisha! You must've given him a chance....." I cut her short.

"You know what? How much did he sponsor with?" I asked in disgust.

"Hundred Million." She said.

I gave a death glare at Rahul for not informing me about this. I will surely look into this after the fashion show. But for now let's relax. I can spare anything but someone's help who is the cause of all my problems.

I leant back at my chair and tried to relax. That's when I felt someone taking his seat beside Rahul.