It All Started With A Forced Marriage

Introduction.

Marrying at the age of 19 wasn't her dream. She wanted to become a doctor, but her dreams were broken when her parents forced her to marry someone she hated the most.

She loves another boy, but her parents forced her to marry a monster.

She tried every possible way, but everything went in vain. Their business was about to go bankrupt, and if she wouldn't marry him, then her family would be on the road.

This marriage is a nightmare for her, and she has promised herself that she will not give him any rights as a husband, that she will annoy the shit out of him, and that he will eventually leave her and divorce her.

He is doing this marriage for his grandmother. He doesn't have anyone in his life, after all. He was an orphan. He only had his grandfather and grandmother, whom he loved more than anyone! He was a monster. That's what the world called him. His name was enough to make anyone shiver.

He was heartless because someone broke his heart very badly.

He didn't want to marry her because he didn't want to destroy her life. She was just 19 and he was 25.

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She thinks he is a monster.

This marriage is a nightmare for her.

And

Compromise for him .

She loves another boy, but she has to marry the monster.

He is already broken and this marriage means nothing to him but compromise.

She is a mixture of cuteness and sass.

He is the epitome of hotness.

If he's on fire,

Then

Ice is her name.

What happens if they collide?

Will they get their happily ever after?

Or

They will get separated!

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Part 1

Ariya's POV

Life is full of unexpected twists and turns! My life is completely messed up. I'm Ariya Murthy, and I'll be in Kapoor in an hour. I'm only 19 years old. I got everything I desired. I have a boyfriend whom I adore above all others, but I am now married to Arhaan Mehra.

No, it's The Monster, Arhaan Mehra.

No, no, Arhaan Mehra, the Devil.

The Darkness Mehra, Arhaan

Arhaan Mehra, The Dinosaur

Arhaan Mehra, Giraffe

Arhaan Mehra, Donkey

Arhaan Mehra, the Monkey

"It's time for the jai mala," mom said, making me stand. My lehenga is so heavy.

Oh yeah, my family is doing a big fat Indian wedding with all the rituals. Koi aur hoti meri jagah toh bohot khush hoti, but I am hating all this.(If there was some other girl in my place, then she should be very happy, but I actually hate all this.)

When Jaimala was done, I didn't even look at my hone wala (to be) husband because of this long ghunghat.

I don't want all this. I just want to run away. I want a peaceful life with my Vihan.

Finally, we are done with the wedding.

Haanji shadi hogayii hai(Yeah, finally, it's done, and I am married)... We took the seven rounds of holy fire, and I promised myself that I wouldn't break any vows.

He filled my hairline. Why, why, why? And then tied the nuptial chain around my neck. This is not a hospital chain (It's not a nuptial chain. It's a rope to strangle myself. It's making me suffocate...

It was the time of vidaai, which means sending me off. My Dad hugged me and cried. I was controlling myself, but I couldn't control myself anymore and started crying. I'm doing this marriage for my family. I don't want to see them on the road. I adore you both.

I hugged my elder sister Priya and cried. At least she was lucky that she got married to her love.

And here I am, the unluckiest girl in this whole world to get married to this arrogant monster.

"Arhaan, please take care of my daughter. If she makes any mistake, then please forgive her," Dad said, placing my palm on his giant palm.

"I'll take care of her, sir; you don't need to worry, "he said.

Is it a hard tone or a soft tone? Yeh office ka meeting nahi chal rahi hai..(Why did he always need to talk in hard tones?) The office meeting isn't going here because he is behaving so professionally.)

I rolled my eyes and made a face, though no one could see my face because of the ghunghat (veil).

Now I have to leave this home, my home. What kind of rule requires all girls to leave their homes after marriage?

My Dad opened the gate for me and let me sit inside, and my newly wedded arrogant patient sat beside me.

The driver started the car, and I pressed my palm on my mouth to stop myself from crying out loud.

I hate you, Arhaan's Mehra. I hate you so much. You destroyed my everything. You helped my Dad in business, but you destroyed my life.

"Hey, stop crying." I heard my patidev's (husband's) hard voice, "Khadoos sala." (arrogant jerk)

I wiped my tears harshly and said, a bit loudly, "Don't you dare to order me."

"Wah bhabhi ji bolti bhi hai (wow, sister-in-law can speak also")," said the driver, which angered me.

"Driver ho na toh chupse gaadi chalao (you're a driver, so drive quietly)," I yelled angrily.

"Jii nahi, I am not a driver. I am Riyan Mehra, apka devar apke patient ka ek lauta chota bhai" (umm, no, I am not a driver. I am your brother-in-law and your husband's one and only younger brother)," he said dramatically.

"Rii, concentrate on driving," said Arhan Mehra in his bossy tone.

I didn't reply and sat silently, looking down at my henna-filled hands.

His car halted outside the mansion. He stepped out and opened the gate for me. I was about to step out, but my lehenga got stuck with my heel. Huff

He extended his hand to assist me, but I told myself, 'I don't need your help,' and stepped out of the car without taking his hand.

His grandmother did our aarti, and then she told me to kick the Kalash.

Mera bass chale toh yeh kalash Arrogant Kapoor ke sir par phone doon (I wished I could smash his head with this). I kicked the Kalash and stepped in, then I put my feet on the red-colored liquid and walked ahead.

"Bhai, now pick bhabhi in your arms and take her to the bedroom," his brother said to him, making my eyes widen.

"She can walk," he said. I know I can walk, and I don't need your assistance.

His grandmother said, "Arhaan yeh rasam hai" (Arhaan, it's a ritual).

Abe yeh kaunsa ritual hai mujhe toh nahi pata.(What type of ritual is this? I don't know.)

"Yes, Arhaan, it's a ritual now. Pick her up in your arms and take her inside," his grandfather said.

"All right," he said, "if you don't pick me, I'll kick you."

And suddenly, I felt my feet in the air as he picked me up. My hands encircled his neck to balance myself.

I heard his brother's loud voice. "Good Night, Bhaiyaa bhabhi."

He ascended the stairs and then stepped inside the room, locking the door behind him.