"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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4 days later,

Myra's pov

"Doll today, the Kapoors are throwing a party here because they finally got the deal," mom said as she entered the room.

"So what will I do?" I asked in a duh tone while applying nail paint.

"They invited us," she said.

"Ooh accha toh, you can go mom, I am not stopping you." I replied, while my concentration was on my nails.

"Urghhh doll, you are coming with us." I so knew it.

I looked at her and asked "and why do you think so?"

"Because I am your mother," she said, and I chuckled.

"Come on, mom, stop acting like an Indian mother," I told her.

"Myra Reddy "I'm Indian, and you are, too," I said with a tight-lipped smile.

"But I am not coming," I said.

"You have to do it, and this is your outfit," she said, and forwarded me a bag.

"Myra, please come with us...and even you will have the opportunity to meet with Zain," mom said, much to my chagrin.

I said, "I am not interested in meeting my so-called husband, mom." I said, "Well, I am a little bit interested also."

"We are going and it's final," she said and left.

Aayiappa please, I don't want any chimpu as my husband.

I fell back on the bed and started using my phone.

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Zain 's pov.

"Bro bhabhi is coming tonight for a party," Diya said excitedly, stepping inside my room.

I asked her where your manners were, Miss Kapoor, you forgot to knock on the door. I looked at her and she made a face.

My pupils dilated...

"Diya behave!" I glared at her.

"Sorry," she said innocently as she sat beside me.

"Accha bro, so I was saying that she was coming today," she said once again.

Why is she so excited?

So what will I do? "Dance karu (should I dance )" I am frustrated now.

"You can dance, bro, who is stopping you?" she said in a duh tone.

I said gritting my teeth. "Diya baby, please kindly leave my room."

"Yeah, yeah, I am going." She rolled her eyes at me and left..

I sat down on the bed and closed my eyes...she'll be here today!!So what? She can come. What is the problem with that? She is invited here.. so why am I thinking about her? Urghhhhh ..

I stood up and went to my gym room.

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in the evening

Myra's POV..

I wore a dress that my mother had given to me. Wow, I look lovely.I tied my hair in a bun and did a minimal amount of makeup... I applied winged eyeliner and blood red lipstick. I highlighted my collarbone a little bit as my dress is off-shoulder. I sprayed some perfume.

I wore my high heels and twirled. I complimented myself and clicked some pictures of "Pretty Myra."

Mom really chose the best dress for me...

I took my Gucci sling and my phone and left my room.

"Mom and dad, I'm ready," I exclaimed as I descended the stairs.

"Pretty princess," Dad complimented, and I smiled. "Even though you're looking good, dad."

"Beautiful," mom said, and I gave her a flying kiss... "thank you, pretty momma."

"Everyone looks beautiful after doing makeup," Rishabh said, and I made a face.

"You are wearing a branded tuxedo, but you are still looking like a fool," I snapped back at him.

"If you both are done, so shall we." Dad asked and I nodded.

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We stepped inside the mansion.. wow, it's impressive. They have nice mansions here...

"Finally you all are here." I heard Mihika aunty urf my sasumom's voice as she walked towards us with Jayant uncle.

"You are looking so beautiful, Myra," Mihika Aunty complimented.

"Thank you, aunty." I thanked her and she started talking with Mom and Dad.

This party is so boring. I so freaking hate business parties.

"Bhabhi," I heard a loud squeal...

Why bhabhi, why ?

I turned towards her and she hugged me. "You are looking so hot, bhabhi."

I smiled and said, "Thank you, baby, even though you are looking pretty." She smiled.

"Dii woh mein." Rishabh stopped and looked at Diya, widening his eyes, while Diya smiled at him.

"Back to earth, Rishabh," I said into his ear, pinching his arm.

He cleared his throat. "Hiii, I am Rishabh," he put his hand forward.

"Not interested," she said in a duh tone, and I laughed out loud.

"Bhabhi, come with me na," Diya dragged me along, and I cast a pitying glance at Rishabh.

"Bhabhi, try this, it's so awesome," Diya said, giving me a glass of lemon mojito.

"It's one of my favorites," I said, taking a sip of mojito. She took apple soda for herself.

"Myra, come here," mom said, and we walked over to them.

I went to my mom, where my in-laws were also standing, and also a guy was standing there whose back was facing me..

"Myra, meet my son Zain Kapoor," said Nevika Aunty.. He turned and my eyes widened..

"YOU!" we both shouted in unison, and the glass of mojito fell from my hand.

"You both already know each other," mom and Sasumom asked us together.

While I was completely shocked.

"Who is he, mom?" I asked mom.

"Your to-be husband, Zain Kapoor," mom said to me.

"And she is your future wife, Myra Zain Kapoor," Sasumom explained.

No no no, this can't happen I think I am dreaming. This is a bad dream. no no, this is a nightmare. I want to wake up from this nightmare.

"She can't be my wife" and " he can't be my husband" we both shouted in unison.

to be continued.

Bhabhi means Sister-in-Law (brother's wife).

Bhai means brother.

Sasu Mom means "Mother-in-Law,"

Sasurji means "Father-in-Law."

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"She can't be my wife" and " he can't be my husband" we both shouted in unison.

"What?" our parents looked shocked.

"I think there's a misunderstanding, Mom and Dad; he can't be my husband," I told my parents.

"Yes, mom and dad, I think there is some misunderstanding. "She can't be my wife," he said to his parents.

"Myra, what are you saying?" "Are you insane? He's your future husband, Zain Kapoor," mom said sternly, trying to make me understand.

"Zain, are you upset or what?" Jayant's uncle asked.

"Yes bhabhi, he is your to-be husband and my brother," Diya said to me.

Oh my God, what is happening to me? Am I really engaged to him? No, no, I want to go home. I need some rest. I can't take this shit anymore.. at least not right now!

"Mom, I want to go home," I said, looking at home.

"You can't go right now, doll," mom said.

"Yes, because it's your and Zain's official engagement in front of the world." I was stunned and rooted to my seat while listening to Nevika Aunty.

"Whaa.. whatt?" I think I heard something wrong.

"Mom," I said, and she simply nodded.

I held mom's hand and dragged her with me to the other corner. "Mom, what is happening?" I asked her.

"It's your engagement," Mom said, and I looked at her blankly.

"Mom, are you fucking out of your mind?" I was so frustrated.

"Watch your tongue, doll," she said sternly.

"What's on your tongue, huh? I just trapped by you.. you fucking trapped me.. Idk why I came here in the first place," I said angrily. "

"What's the harm in doing an engagement with him?" Mom asked.

"You both are already bound and now we are doing this just to show the world what's wrong with that," she said so casually, like nothing happened.

"Mom, what about me? Do I not deserve to make any decision for myself? " I asked.

It's not like that. Why are you saying this? " Mom said, about to wipe my tears away, but I stopped her by showing my palm.

"Princess," I said as I turned to face Dad.

"Dad, what is happening here?" "Why are you all doing this with me?" I asked, holding his hand.

"Princess, it's just an engagement," Dad said calmly.

We are already engaged, right? Now why this engagement thing? " I asked him, wiping my tears harshly.

"Please do it, princess," dad said.

I walked away, wiping away my tears.

Zain's pov...

"What's going on, Mom and Dad?" I asked mom and dad. I am still shocked that she is my wife.

"Just to make this relationship official, what is wrong with that?" his dad replied.

"It's my engagement, and you haven't told me anything; wow, like wow." I clapped my hands. I am so fucking angry right now.

"What's wrong with that, Zain?" "You two are already bound, and we're just doing it to show the world that you're already engaged," my mother explained.

If you both already decided everything right, then why the hell am I wasting my time? Fine, then do anything you want! "  I walked away after saying this angrily.

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Right now, I feel like I'm the centre of attention... oohh damnn It's my engagement, my fucking engagement to my to-be wife, Myra. I still can't believe that she is the same girl with whom I fought on the very first day.

Anyways, where is my so-called wife...? Ohh, there she is walking towards us with her parents and brother.

While Dad announced my engagement to everyone... while I forced a smile...

Why is she not shouting right now as she stands in front of me, looking down? I mean, she always shouts whenever she sees me!! Anyway, leave it.

Mom sends me a ring.

I took it from her while my wife stood still. When her mom nudged her, she extended her left hand and I slipped the ring on her ring finger. Unknowingly, I shivered when my hand touched hers, and I don't know why.

Myra's POV..

Engagement? My fucking engagement! Wow, just wow. I want to bang my head on the wall. I can't believe that I am married to that arrogant a**.

"Myra"  mom poked my shoulder, and I flashed her a tight-lipped smile and put my hand forward and he slipped the diamond ring on my ring finger.

Myr'a Reddy, just run,' My mind screamed.

Myra, take this," Mom says, as she hands me a ring.

I took the ring from her and he thrust his left hand forward arrogantly. I so wanted to thrust this ring into his mouth. I made him wear the ring and shivered unknowingly when my hand came into contact with his.

Everyone clapped their hands, and I stood there, forcing a smile on my beautiful face.

Dad popped the bottle of champagne, opened it and made us drink it. Why this formality?

I am so fed up with all this!