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.

"Mom, I am going out," Myra shouted, wearing her jacket.

"Where?" Shweta asked, coming out of the kitchen.

"I am going to do some shopping, mom," she said. "And yes, I am going alone."

"Okay, come soon," Shweta said, and kissed her forehead.

"I want to go with you," Rishabh said, descending the stairs.

"I am not taking you with me," Myra said rudely.

"Diii, I want to go with you please," Rishabh said, showing his puppy eyes.

"Fine," Myra said defeated.

When she heard him, she made a funny face.

"Ok mom, we are leaving, so bye, take care" and they left.

They went to Westfield Century City, one of the best malls in Los Angeles.

Myra's POV.

"Diii, I am going to the men's section," Rishabh said, while I was busy checking some tops for myself.

"OK," I said, nodding.

I bought some crop tops and shirts for myself. Just then, my phone beeped with a message.

From Rishabh

Dii I am in the apple store. Please come here. I need your help in buying airpods.

I was walking towards the apple store when all of a sudden my butt kissed the floor as I bumped against the walking wall.

Walking wall? I'm getting irritated.

"Hey, I am so sorry." I heard a voice and looked up.

"YOU!" we both shouted in unison, grabbing some attention from other people.

"You asshole, just because of you, my branded tops fell down," I shouted and started picking up my shopping bags.

He picked up my other two shopping bags and handed them to me, which I took rudely.

"Hey, I am." "You, Mr., what are you doing?" I cut him off."Are you following me?" I asked suspiciously.

"Are you insane or what, is this your mall or your boyfriend's mall?" he exclaimed.

"Ohh Hello, I am Engaged," I said, my gaze fixed on him.

"Even though I am also engaged, I don't have time to follow you," he said, rolling his eyes.

"You know what, you are a trouble maker. You broke the headlight of my new car," I said, stomping my foot.

"I think you are forgetting, you also broke the headlight of my car and the mistake was yours. You were doing racing in the middle of the night," he said, much to my annoyance.

"I pity your husband," he said, and my anger rose.

"How dare you to drag my husband into this matter. I hope your wife is fine with you!! "Because I feel sorry for her seeing you," I said angrily.

"You are also dragging my wife." Arghhhh I will kill him.

"You are impossible," I said angrily.

"Even you are impossible,"he said.

We looked here and there to find most of the people were looking at us.

"It's okay, baby, this fighting in your relationship will strengthen your bond," one elderly lady said.

"Umm mam, you are mistaken. We aren't in a relationship," I said to her softly.

"Aahaa, I think you are very angry with your husband. That's why you are saying this," she said.

"Mam, he is not my husband," I said, trying to make her understand.

She chuckled and put her hand on my head, then looked at me and said " may God bless you both" and she left and we were looking at her like an alien.

"I hope we will never meet again," I said to him.

And what did he do?

He didn't reply to me. He wore his sunglasses and left.

He ignored me!!

He freaking ignored me.

He ignored Myra Reddy.

"Urghhh, I hate you," I said angrily and went to the apple store where my baby brother was waiting.

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