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!

Myra's POV..

"Now it's time to dance," said Jayant Uncle.

"Zain, go and ask Myra for a dance." Why Mihika Aunty, why don't I want to dance with him?

He, being an obedient mamma's boy, came to me and asked me for a dance. Oh, okay, listen, there was no sweetness in his voice. He is just an arrogant jerkass.

"Aahaa Mr. Kapoor I have a better dance partner, "I replied, and went to see Dad. "

I asked, raising my hand. "Dad, may I have the pleasure of dancing with you?"

"Why not, beautiful lady?" He placed his hand on mine and the other on my shoulder and we started dancing.

I glanced at my arrogant patidev, who was huffing like a mad bull as he was getting angry... come on, he is so self-obsessed. How could he think that I would dance with him after what he did with my new car?

He freaking broke the headlights of my new baby.

"You also broke the headlight of his car," my heart screamed, which I royally ignored.

"See there, Myra," dad pointed out, widening my eyes; that jerk is dancing with my mother... how dare he?

"Princess, are you getting jealous because he is dancing with your mom?" the dad asked.

Jealous huh? No, no, I am not jealous. He can dance with any chick. I don't have any problems, but why my mom?

"Of course not, dad, because I'm dancing with the most handsome boy on the planet," he said as he patted my head.

I looked around to find Rishabh dancing with Mihika Aunty and Jayant Uncle Diya; all the couples are mismatched here, but it's cute... except that ass is dancing with my mom.

"It's time to change the partners and get back into the matched partners," the host announced, changing the song. Damn, it's one of my favourite songs.

Ed Sheeran's perfect.

(You should listen to this song once, because the lyrics and the song are just perfect.)

We changed the partners and now I have to dance with an arrogant ass..

He clutched my wrist tightly, pulling me close.

I am enjoying the song, humming softly and forcing myself to dance with him. My left hand was entwined with his right one, and my right hand was on his shoulder while his left hand was on my waist, which gave some jittery feelings.

I looked up at his face, and I don't know why, but I wanted to punch his handsome face.

Handsome? Umm he is anyway..

He twirled me around and pulled me with such force that my back touched his, sending shivers down my spine.

I see my future in your eyes.

The song is so perfect and lovable like the title itself, and here we are not a lovable couple freakkk, we aren't even a couple, or maybe we are, we just wanted to fight.. and this song doesn't even match a little bit of us..

I excused myself and went outside to get some fresh air.

I sat on the bench, holding my head.

Why God, why did you choose that jerkass for me? After a few minutes, my phone rang. I took out my phone from my sling bag to find it's mom's number.

I don't want to talk with anyone still I picked up the call unwillingly. "Yeah, mom?"

"Where are you, doll?" Mom asked.

I sighed and replied, "I am outside mom."

"What are you doing outside, huh?" "Come inside, your in-laws are looking for you." My anger rose.

"What the fuck is your problem, mom? For God's sake, let me breathe peacefully for a little while longer. " I hung up without even listening to her.

Why is everything happening in a rush ? Why can't they give me some time to accept all this? I just turned 20 and now this engagement drama with my to-be jerkass husband is starting.

Urghhh I shouldn't have shouted at Mom like that. I sighed and stood up and wiped my tears. I looked at my phone with the help of the front camera. I set my hair a little and plastered a fake smile on my face and started walking, only to be bumped with something hard and my new phone fell down. I kneeled to pick up my phone.

"You just love to bump with me, don't you?" I heard the voice and my anger rose because the voice belonged to my arrogant jerkass husband, Zain Kapoor.

I gritted my teeth. "No, you actually like to bump with me."

"It was you who just happened to run into me," he insisted.

"Were you walking with closed eyes?" I shouted.

"Why the hell are you shouting?" he said, glaring at me.

"I don't want to talk to you," I said, stomping my feet.

"Even I am not dying to talk to you," he said, much to my annoyance.

I said and was about to leave, but because of my high heels, my leg got twisted and I just shut my eyes tightly. God, I don't want to fall. Please save me, please. I will share my chocolates with you, please God.

Wait, wait, wait.. I think this world just stopped because I didn't fall, and my virgin butt didn't kiss the floor. Okay, wait, there is a clutch on my waist, oh my! Is this some ghost holding me close? I think I should open my eyes. I opened my eyes and found that Jerkass was holding me.

"What are you doing holding me?" "Leave me now," he smirked, still holding me.

"I said, jerkass, leave me alone," I said.I shouted this time.

"You sure?" He asked why in the hell he was smirking?

"Yess, just fucking leave me," I scowled, and the next thing I knew, my butt kissed the floor."Oh my God," I writhed in agony, aah my butt hurts as I fall flat.

"How dare you!" I shouted.

I just stared at him.

Wait wait.

He called me Mrs. How dare he?

I got up and yelled, "How dare you call me wifey, huh?"

In a blink, he pulled me with a jerk by clutching my waist, making my eyes widen. Before leaving, he took my left hand in his and kissed the ring finger on my left hand, where the engagement ring was, while I rooted.

What the hell has just happened?

to be continued.