It's been 16 years since Zain Kapoor and Myra Reddy were bound by fate.

Myra was 4 when her marriage was fixed with Zain.

They didn't even know the meaning of marriage, yet their marriage was fixed.

It was Zain 's great grandfather's wish to bind Zain and Myra to settle.

After all this, Myra shifted to Los Angeles with her family..while Zain stayed back with his family in India.

They both knew that they were bound together but still didn't know each other personally.

Strange, right? I know.

16 years have passed. He has gotten busy with his career, and she is busy with her studies.

Let's get into the character sketch then.

Zain Kapoor: he is 25 years old and the new CEO of Kapoor Industry.. he is a monster.. that's what the world calls him. He loves his family very much.. he is introverted, rude, arrogant, dominant, and also has anger issues.. his one look makes any girl wake up on her knees.. his one smile can kill anyone.. At the age of 25, he accomplished so much and made his family proud... his 6.1 height... his brown eyes... his toned body... He is the epitome of perfection 

Myra Reddy/Kapoor: The story's female protagonist. Myra is 20 years old and just completed her college studies at Los Angeles University. She is a party animal and a rich, spoilt brat; tags suit her. Her personality can be described as sassy, hot, bold, and fierce.She is sweet to sweet people, but if you mess up with her, she'll show you heaven on this Mother Earth.

Rishabh Reddy, Myra's younger brother, is 17 years old.

Tushar Reddy, the head of Reddy Industries and the coolest father to Myra and Rishabh, adores his wife and children as well as his wife and children.

Shweta Reddy: Myra and Rishabh's mother and Tushar's wife. She is a homemaker and very cool. She loves her family very much.

Jayant Kapoor: Head of Kapoor Industries, Zain and Diya's father loves his wife and children very much.

Mihika Kapoor: Jayant's wife, Zain, is Diya's mother. She is also a homemaker and loves her family very much.

Diya Kapoor, Zain's younger sister She is also 17 years old.

Prologue :

"No Myra, don't you know you're pretty drunk," Myra's friend said.

"Babe, shut up. I am not drunk. Okay, I am fine and it's time to show who is the real queen," Myra replied..

"Girls like you just know how to play with words and not more than that," said the other boy who was sitting in his car.

"You jerk," she stopped and then said, "Listen honey, you want to play right, it's OK. If you win, I can do anything for you. If I win, you have to clean my shoes with your hands," she said with a smirk..

"OK done," said the guy.

"So let's start the race," Myra's girl gang shouts.

"Bring it on," she said, showing her thumb and they started racing in the middle of the night.

Her friends started cheering for her as she sped up the car.

"Babe, there is a car which is coming from the front," her friend panicked.

Before she could react, her brand new car got hit by another car.

"Ohh My God I am alive. Thank you God." She thanked God for joining her hand.

"Shiittt my new car." She punched the steering wheel and stepped out of the car.

She walked towards the other car and knocked on the window, and a man in his mid twenties stepped out.

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"Are you mad or what, huh?" "How dare you hit my new car, huh?" she shouted.

"You tell me, are you blind or what, can't you just see the road and drive?" he yelled angrily as well.

"You hit my new car," she said, gritting her teeth.

"You also hit my car, Miss," he also said. "What were they doing huh?" "Damn you stupid teenage girls," her rage grew as he called her a teen.

"Excuse me Mr uncle "I am not a teenager, I am a 20-year-old girl, and I also have a driving licence," she said, glaring at him.

"Girls like you just said like this only," he replied.

"You know what, just fuck off," she said, showing her middle finger.

"You fuck off," he shouted angrily.

"Urghhhh", she stomped her feet and sat inside her car.

to be continued.

She stepped inside the mansion, all angry and straightly went to the kitchen..l

"Why are you so angry, young lady?" she wondered as she turned to see her father standing there, arms crossed across his chest and looking at her suspiciously.

"Nothing, dad," she replied, and took out a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

"Dad Dii broke the headlight of the new car and also there are some scratches in front," Rishab, her younger brother, said, stepping inside the kitchen.

She spit the water out and started coughing badly. "Rishab, go and sleep," she said sternly.

He smirked and turned towards Tushar. "Dad, come with me," he said, and dragged him outside the mansion.

"You are so gone, Myra," she murmured to herself, and ran behind them.

"Care to explain, young lady?" Tushar asked and she gave him a nervous look, scratching her neck.

"Dad, I am sorry," she said, showing her puppy eyes.

"I asked something, Myra," Tushar said clearly.

"Dad, my car was hit by another car and all these things happened," she mumbled, looking down.

"What was your car hit by another car? Are you fine? "Did you get hurt?" he asked, concerned.

"Dad, I am fine "God saved me, it happened because of that asshole jerk," she said, making faces.

"Language women," she said as she turned to face her mother.

She bit her tongue and mumbled "sorry."

"What did you do with your new car, doll?" she asked, looking down as she heard Shweta.

"I'm sorry, mom," she said quietly.

"Are you OK, right?" Shweta asked and she nodded yes.

"Satyanash (messed up)," Rishabh said, looking at the car.

"Rishabh, I'll kill you. Just go and sleep," she shouted angrily.

"I'm sorry, Mom and Dad; this will not happen again," she said softly.

"Fine, go and sleep, it's pretty late," Ishita said.

"Dad, this new car repair cost should be." Myra cut her off, "Rishabh, I swear I'll kill you." He ran and Myra ran behind him, making their parents chuckle.

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Myra's POV..

My new baby got hurt because of that jerk. I despise him. I fucking despise him. Why am I thinking about him?I should sleep. Yes, I should sleep.

I laid down on the bed and soon drifted into a peaceful slumber.

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Next day,

"Mom bhabhi also lives in Los Angeles, hainaa?" Diya Zain's younger sister asked neonika while sipping her chocolate shake.

"Bhabhi who?" Zain asked as he sat for breakfast.

"Your wife," Diya said, and he gave her a non-interested look.

"We will go meet them today, baby," Mihika said.

"Really?" Diya asked, being unsure.

"Yes princess, actually Reddy's invited us today for lunch," Jayant replied, and Diya squealed as she was going to meet her bhabhi for the very first time.

"Zain will be there on time," neonika said.

"I have a meeting, mom," he said as he sipped his black coffee.

"What meeting, bhai? "Please cancel all the meetings and come with us," Diya said.

He stood up and wore his blazer. First of all, I came here for business purposes and not to meet with some families and my wife..you all are here for vacation right? Then do anything you want. I don't have any problem, but don't force me." He buttoned his blazer..

"That was rude," Diya said, making faces..and Zain just shrugged his shoulders..

"I'm sorry, Mom, but you know, there are so many pending works," Zain said to Mihika, cupping her cheeks.

"But zain, you can try at least," Mihika said.

"Ok Mom, I'll try it now." Mihika nodded and Zain kissed her forehead.

"Dad, I am going with you," Zain said.

"What happened to your car?" Jayant asked.

"My car hit another car the previous night," he said, recalling the moment the previous night when he was coming to Los Angeles airport.

"Oh My God Zain, did you get hurt?" Mihika asked in concern.

"No mom, I am fine," he replied.

"You sure?" Jayant asked, and he nodded yes.

"Okay then, let's go," Jayant said, and they left for the office.

Zain's POV

She was drinking and driving in the middle of the night. Such a spoilt brat. She was also shouting at me, but the mistake was hers. She broke the headlight of my car. Still she shouted at me. But she was cute. Her height, her eyes, and those chubby cheeks. Why do I think about her? My marriage is already fixed.

Myra was sound asleep on her queen-size bed when Shweta entered and discovered her still sleeping.

She opened the curtains and sunlight directly fell on Myra's face, making her groan in frustration.

"Wakeup doll," she said softly, sitting beside her.

She placed her head on her lap and hugged her waist. "No, I want to sleep more," she mumbled in sleep and pressed her face against her belly, hugging her like a baby.

"It's already 12.pm, doll wakeup," Shweta said softly, and she nodded in agreement.

"Wakeup Myra Today, guests are coming for lunch, "she said, and Myra opened her eyes and looked at her.

"Guest who?" Myra asked, rubbing her eyes.

"Your in-laws," her eyes widened as she heard Shweta's response.

"What for?" she asked hastily.

"They are here in Los Angeles for some work. That's why we invited them for lunch," Shweta replied.

"Why mom, why?" she made a crying face.

"Myra You must accept the fact that you are shackled to him."Myra's anger rose.

"Bounded with him, wow mom, wow," she exclaimed, "just because my so-called husband's great grandfather was dying, you pushed your daughter into hell and bound her with marriage, huh?"She shouted.

"What was my age, mom, at that time, huh? I was 4!! Shweta looked down as she cried out, "Why mom, why?"

"And if you think that I am interested in meeting my so-called in-laws and my husband, then you are so fucking wrong," she said coldly, and went inside the restroom.

She took a nice shower, changed her outfit, and did a minimal amount of makeup.

She descended the stairs to find three unknown faces sitting on the couch.

Myra's pov

"Omg bhabhi (sister-in-law)" I was shocked and just rooted in my place.

Mom claimed I wanted to flee here.

I forced a smile and walked towards them. I have to pretend that I am happy. I can't disappoint my parents. Yes, I am angry at them, but I do care for them.

"Hello aunty, hello uncle." I wished they would plaster a fake smile on my face.

"Myra, you have grown up into a beautiful woman," Aunty said, lovingly caressing my cheek. I hope Aunty's son is not a chimp.

"Thank you, Aunty" Myra You have to act like a good girl.

I was so hungry, but to be honest, I lost my appetite.

"You are so pretty, bhabhi," said the girl.

This bhabhi thing is so vexing.

"Hii, I am Diya Kapoor," she said, extending her hand.

"Hi, I am Myra." I shook hands with her.

"So, Myra, which college are you in?" inquired my uncle, who is also my sasurji (father-in-law).

I responded with a smile... of course, it's a phoney smile.

"Which stream?" He asked

Who are you? An interviewer!! My mind screamed

"Mind your own business," I murmured.

"Huhh what?" he asked.

"Business study I replied with a tight-lipped smile.. and he nodded..

"Myra Go and show Diya the whole mansion, "mom said I nodded and stood up with her.

I showed her the whole mansion and at last took her to my room.

"Your room is so beautiful, bhabhi." Why bhabhi, why ???

"Thank you, Diya" I smiled, not a fake one this time. She is really cute.

"Sit na," I said, and she sat on the bed, with me next to her.

"So which class do you belong in?" I asked her.

"I just completed my 12th; now it's time for college," she replied with a sigh, and I nodded.

Mom sent snacks for us in the room, and we started eating them while talking about some random things.

She went to the restroom and I turned on my phone while sipping my mango shake. Just then, I heard a phone ringing.

My travelled to the other phone, which was placed on the bed. It must be Diya's phone.

"Diya, your phone is ringing," I shouted from outside.

"Can you please check the name?" she shouted back.

I picked her phone and saw the name that was flashing "bhai"

"It's flashing bhai," I replied.

"You can pick the call, bhabhi, it's your husband's call." My eyes widened and suddenly my hands started shivering.

The phone stopped ringing and I sighed in relief.

But then it began to ring again."Diya, please come out, your phone is ringing constantly," I said.

"Please pick up the call, bhabhi, it may be something important," she said from inside..

I wanted to bang my head on the wall.

Myra Reddy, control yourself You aren't scared, you are nervous. I am not nervous. Yes, I am not...

I picked up the call and waited for him to say something. "Hello Diya?" Oh my God, my heartbeat... Myra, control...

"Hello, Diya you there?" He asked once again, "His voice is husky I think I heard this voice somewhere... What the hell am I thinking?

I cleared my throat, "ummm.. actually Diya is in the restroom," I said, controlling my erratic heartbeat..

"Who are you?" He asked.

"My... Myra," I mumbled.I am getting nervous. Why, why, why?

"Because you are talking with your patidev for the first time," my heart said, dancing to some crazy songs.

I smirked. "Umm okayyy te..tell Diya that I can't come to..day in your home for lunch." he said, and I smirked. "Yes, he also stammered, which means he also got nervous."

I want to dance... yayy

"OK," I said as I hung up the phone and slid back into bed.

to be continued.

Zain's POV

Diya is continuously messaging me to come to Reddy's residence, damn this girl. I am here for work, not to meet with my soon to be wife.

Wife? But who is my wife? Is she cute? Is she beautiful? Is she. uhm, forget it.

I think I should call her Diya.

I dialled her number but she didn't pick up my call.

I think I should call her once again.

I called her once again and this time she picked up my call, but she isn't saying anything. "Hello Diya?" I think Diya is getting mad.

"Hello, Diya you there?" I asked once again.

I heard she cleared her throat, "ummm... actually Diya is in the restroom." Whose voice is this? I think I heard this voice somewhere! But where?

"Who are you?" I asked.

"My... Myra," she mumbled.I smirked as she stammered Zain Kapoor's voice can make anyone nervous.

Wait, wait, wait.

Shitt shitt shitt, Myra means Myra Reddy What Does Myra Zain Kapoor Mean?My heart rate increased, and sweat beads began to form on my brow.I am sitting in my air-conditioned cabin, but still.

Why am I getting nervous? Control, you are Zain Kapoor.

I stammered, I fucking stammered in my first conversation with my wife.

My brain screamed.

What is she thinking about me?

"OK," she said meekly, cutting the call as I sat there palming my face.

"What happened, bro?" I asked, looking up to see Samar, my best friend and business partner.

"No... nothing," I mumbled...

"Drink this," he said, forwarding me a glass of water.

"No, tell me what happened," he asked as I gulped the water.

I told him everything and he started laughing loudly.

"Zain The Scared Kitten," he said as he laughed.

"Samar," I glared, but he laughed even louder.

I stood up and punched his back, and he winced in pain.

Just then we heard a knock on the door.. "I ordered pizza for us," he said, taking the pizza.

I nodded and we washed our hands and sat down to have pizza for our lunch.

Zain, tu sacchi me darr gaya kya?(Zain, did you really get scared?) "he said and laughed while sipping his coke.

"Samar, shut up, otherwise I'll kill you." I made a mistake by telling him everything.

"Baby darr gaya tha (zain baby got scared)," he said and laughed.

"Fuck you, Samar," I yelled.

"You should fuck your wife." I choked my pizza and started coughing badly.

"Abeyyyy what happened zain breathe, you can't die bro, you're still virgin," he said dramatically, rubbing my back.

I drank the water and turned to face him, saying, "I'll kill you, Samar."

"You can't, Jaanu. I am your first girlfriend," he said, and I pushed him.

"Eew, chee samar pagal hogaya hai kya? I think you aren't happy with your girlfriend, " he fell back on the couch, laughing loudly, seeing my poker face.

"Zain, I can't believe you're still alive without ahem ahem," he said, much to my chagrin.

Get out of my cabin, warna maine dhakke mar kar nikal dena hai(otherwise I will throw you out)" I shouted at him.. he is fully prepared to insult the shit out of me..

"Baby ko gussa aaraha hai (baby is getting angry)" He laughed, and before I could reply, I heard a knock.

"Come in," I said, and my newest pa came inside.

She started discussing some upcoming meetings and was throwing herself on me, which I didn't like. I wanted to shout at her but I controlled myself.

I could hear Samar's voice.

"And one more thing, he is already married." Her eyes widened.

She quickly told me about my schedule and left, and we laughed out loud.

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At night.

I was sitting on my bed using my phone when I heard a knock.. I looked towards the door to find Diya standing there.

"Come na, why are you standing there?" I said to her.

She approached me and jumped on my bed...damn she's a kangaroo.

"You know bro, I met with your to be wife and she is so beautiful," she said excitedly. I nodded.

"She is pretty." I nodded.

"She is cute." I nodded.

"She is so kind." I nodded.

"She is a sweetheart." I nodded.

"You know what bro, she also gifted me earrings," she said with a smile.

"Anything more babysis?" I asked, yawning.

She said, "Bro, you can't sleep. You have to talk to me." She said, "No, actually shouted."

"Diya I am very tired. Please let me sleep, "I said." She pouted.

"No bro, you can't sleep," she said as I lay down on the bed and closed my eyes.

"Wait, let me call your wife. I have got her number." I sat on the bed with a jerk, hearing her.

"No diya, you can't," I said, glaring at her.

She showed her tongue and dialled Myra's number I want to bang my head on the wall.

"Diya cut the call." I glared at her.

And she picked up the call.

"Hello bhabhi," Diya wished her very sweetly.

"Hello Diya." Her voice is really sweet.

Diya thanked her for the lunch and the earrings; they were so awesome and beautiful.

"I am glad you liked it, baby,"she replied.

"Like kya, I loved it," Diya said.

"Bhabhi woh actually na bhai said your voice is really sweet," Diya said, and my eyes widened.

Is my baby a mind reader?

"Tell him that I said thank you," she said.

"And he is very sad that he couldn't meet you today," she said.

I snatched the phone from her hand and hung up the call.

"You are so gone, Diya." She ran and I ran behind her.

to be continued.