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HER eyes flutter open to the loud sounds from outside. At first she thought it was because of the wedding preparation which she realized soon that it wasn't.

As she stands on the terrace of her room wearing a shawl to cover her. She looks down at every man and some women from the house playing football. They were all serious and glaring at one another. She quickly realized the two teams were from their two different color shirts. It was like a full tournament.

Blue and Green. Those two were the shades of the team. Her temporary husband was wearing a blue shirt with the number "20" on the back. She was surprised at how fast her eyes found him. With the mess they were making, it should be hard for her to find him. But, she found him too soon. That scares her too.

Just as she was compelling herself to look away, her temporary husband's eyes found her. His eyes narrow at her and a small smirk appears on his face. She tilts her head because she was hiding her face from the shawl and narrows her eyes waiting to see what he was on about.

Last night, they managed to stay together without being caught. Though it was thrilling to know they were sneaking around, it was crazy too. Because for what reasons will he ever go through all that risk and pain to get to her?

According to what his mother told her before he was kicked out. The security was tight. To find her, he must have gone through her room and other areas before he found her in the basement. It doesn't make sense. His ground rules and action are opposite to each other. And confusing. So much confusion.

She watches as he narrows his eyes at the ball before he strides towards it. The confidence that oozes out of him was so amazing. She watches in awe as he manages to score the last goal for his team.

Everyone cheered for the winning team while the girls from the other team were whining as the boys console them. It was endearing. She saw his eyes looking at her and she was sure she had a grin.

Not even a few minutes later, his mother and a few more women came into her room. His mother hugged her whispering consoling words and she was sure it was because she had no family.

She inhales the motherly warmth from her, enjoying every second of being cooped up in this room.

The day was the longest she ever had. In between preparations, guests, and photoshoot, she was too tired to even go to the event prepared downstairs. She didn't meet her temporary husband as of now. Most of her shoot was only with the ladies or solo.

She sits on the bed as she tries to wiggle out of her heel before his mother will come back for her. As she bends to open the straps, a hand reaches out and she freaks out imagining her stalker attacking her again.

"Sorry". She heard his voice as she calmed down, looking into his eyes as he was bent on his knees and his eyes shows a hint of concern, "I knocked. I thought you might not be here since all the ladies were hiding you all day to different locations". And he was right about that because she ran from one place to another to avoid him, "So, I just came in to check if you are here or not. I should have announced my presence when I saw you. I
apologize".

She nodded.

She moves to remove her shoe when he held her hand pushing it back and placing his hand on the strap, removing the shoes from her feet. She inhales deeply when his fingers brush her feet.

"So soft". She heard a mumble from him

"You know if I tell the world that you have a foot fetish I will make more than what you make in a day". She teases watching as his ears turn red

He stands back, hovering over her, "I will pay you instead".

She shrugged, "You can. But what's the fun in it?"

He narrows his eyes at her, "You won't go against me".

"Bet". She said smirking

"No. I know you won't". He said firmly

She heard the ladies outside and she looks at him, "Time to run".

"There is something I need to give you before that".

She hated how her heart was excited at such a small thing, "What is it?"

She opens the box to find a beautiful locket in it. She holds the locket in her hand observing it as he takes it from her hand asking her to turn around. He moves her hair to one side as he places the necklace around her neck.

She turns around, not realizing the distance diminishing between them. As she looks at him she said, "How does it look?"

"How it should".

"You are really bad at complimenting".

He shrugged.

They heard the door knob rattling as he looks at her one last time before disappearing from the terrace and out. She took a deep breath, opening the door as his mother informed him that she needs to go down.

Everyone around gushes over her entry and he had to agree. She was a sight to see. He just hated the fact that there were people around him. He hates people. But, he especially hates people at this moment. As his father walks her toward him. He can see how her father was genuinely happy to have done this. The pure glee on his parent's faces did squeeze his heart, however, when he looks back at his wife, he couldn't look away.

She was delicate. That much was sure. He hates it whenever she jumps and gets scared. He hates that even now she is trying to hide the fact that she is tired. With those injuries, she shouldn't even be walking a little. Yet, here she is in a full parade.

She is gaining from this. And that thought helps his conscience most of the time. Yet, it wasn't enough to keep him away last night. No one in their right mind will ever cross his uncle's security. And, he was crazy enough to do that.

He would do it again.

If it meant to have her in his hands and in front of him, he will do it again, without a doubt and regret. He hated that his parents planned such idiotic things. It didn't make sense. He has married already, what was the reason to not see his wife? And the fact that his wife is a model. He can simply google her if not anything. He might have but who knows? Probably his search history. He needs to clean that as soon as he is back.

His father stops at the bottom of the three small steps and he can see the way his father was asking for promises. Promise to cherish, protect, care and love the woman who is my wife and his daughter now. With a fi nod, he takes his wife's hand and the moment felt so surreal. He just met her. He reminded himself. But, he couldn't help the thrill that went through him. When was the last time he was this excited? Wait, was he excited?

He is delusional.

That's what he is.

He hates weddings now because nothing makes sense to him.

He looks handsome. She could have said that even with her eyes close. When she saw him in the room earlier she didn't process much of him. Looking at him now, he was the only one she can ever look at. It was rare to ever feel hot and cold for one person. She had never felt this way. It was shocking to say at least. The way his eyes held her when he took her hand and bring her on stage. How he stubbly pull her closer to her once they were on stage and how he just magically knows that her left foot hurts more than the right one so he pull her so her weight was on him.

She wasn't even sure anymore what was happening. It was all happening so quickly. Just as she was in her thoughts, the wedding starts to move forward quickly that she didn't even realize when the food was opened.

He takes her hand dragging her through the groups of people who ask them to stop yet he didn't pay attention to anyone as he continues to drag her until they were back in his parent's lounge.

"Take them off". He commanded and she frowns as he points to her heels, "Take them off".

She sighs, "It's just a few more hours. If I take them off-".

She didn't even get to finish the sentence as he steps forward, bending in front of easily removing her heel. He frowns when he sees the redness forming on her feet. Her feet are usually sensitive she just learned to not feel the pain for her career.

"It's fine".

His jaw clenched, "No. It's not. It's red. That means it hurting. Why didn't you say anything? None of us care about shoes. If my mother knew she would have picked some flats".

Her heart warms knowing his mother would certainly do that.

She shrugged, "I am still learning to.. communicate?"

His head tilts, and she finds it an adorable habit of his, "You have trouble communicating?"

"Yes and no. I never had a healthy communicating relationship so..". She didn't want to elaborate and she didn't have to because the way fire fills his eyes, he knows

He nodded, "We don't have to go back. I will inform my parents that we are leaving after we are done eating".

"But -".

He leans into her as his hand travels to her neck and she feels a jolt of electricity passing through them. Her breathing hitched yet she can't help the way her heart was anticipating this.

"Listen to me". He whispers, holding her captive with his eyes, "We are done. What my parents wanted is done. We will leave now. Ok?"

She nodded.

"Good".

He left her and she tried to breathe deeply. She leans on the couch as she gets comfortable and she was tempted to fall asleep now. Maybe it was because she was comfortable? Maybe because it's been a while since she took some sort of break from life? She had no idea. She was just going with the flow.

Someone shakes her shoulder and she opens her eyes to find her husband leaning toward her with a frown.

"We can leave now". He said and she shakes her head looking at the food on the table

He must have asked the worker.

He sits beside her and his hand moves to her waist as he hosts her up she likes how he always supports her body when she is tired. She wants to smile at him yet she feels like it will only disappoint her to do so.

Her eyes fell on something on the table and all sleep evaporated.

Baarfi.

Her eyes widen as she jumps away from him and his hands come to hold her back to him yet she moves towards the table with an excited grin and her eyes filled with glee as she takes a hold of Baarfi and turns to him. She finds his eyes gazing at her and she sees a little amusement in them.

"I love them".

"I know".

She grins as she leaves the food and eats the whole plate of Baarfi.

Just as she was about to take more his hands stopped her and she frowned.

He shakes his head, "Eat some Biryani or something too. You are eating so many sweets".

She grumbles," That's because I love them".

"You need something else too, baby". He said softly as he sat beside her in front of the table he filled the spoon with some rice bringing it to her lips, "Come on. Just a little and you can eat all the Baarfi's you want".

It wasn't even the Baarfi that was making it hard to open her mouth. It was the fact that he was so close to her and he was trying to feed her. Her heart cannot handle this. What was he doing and most importantly why?

She opens her mouth, and she thought after the first bite he will let her eat by herself yet when she reaches for the spoon he pushes it away from her.  For the next few minutes, she felt hypnotized by him.

After the overdue and she somehow manages to live through it. She was now in his car after saying goodbye to everyone. She was still in her wedding dress and his mother insisted she stay in it until she entered his house.

He was driving. She watches as his muscle flexes every time he turns around. His left hand was on the wheel while he moved his right hand to hold her hand. She didn't dare to comment on the fact that they were not in public anymore. Since her brain was a short circuit and she wasn't moving an inch. He turns her hand around pushing his strong fingers through her, linking them properly. His hold was tight as he placed their hand on his thigh.

Her heart will combust today. She knows that for sure.

She shouldn't have said something like that. Because one moment he turns his head to look into her eyes and they are in their moment and then his eyes zeroed on something behind her and the fear appears in his beautiful eyes. The other moment he leaps from his seat after fighting with his seat belt and his body covers hers while he presses her head in his chest tightly while heir car rolls around.

Her life was always so dramatic.

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