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.

Part 2

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

I shouted in my mind. "Abe niche utar mujhe (put me down)."

He made me stand on my feet. I opened the heavy veil and threw it on the bed. What a relief.

I looked here and there in the room. It was decorated beautifully, as it was my first night with my arrogant husband.

I turned only to bump into him. I looked up and found him already looking at me. I clutched his sherwani and jerked him close to me. "If you are thinking that I will let you touch me and give you all the rights, then it's your misconception," I shouted, and he just gaped at my face.

Wait, his eyes are beautiful. Damn it, I am thinking.

"It's you who is touching me now, girl. I am not even interested in you," he said, jerking my hand and making my eyes widen.

I said, "Go and fuck yourself. I am not interested in you either." I shouted, showing my middle finger.

He didn't say anything and went inside the restroom. I sat there silently on the bed. This dress and the jewelry are so freaking heavy. My outfits, as well as my phone, were all in my house. I completely forgot about my phone at home.

Now, what to do? I sat in front of the mirror and opened my bangles, and then I opened the pins in my hair and then flowers. Finally, after much effort, I was able to open my hair.

I heard the opening sound of the bathroom door, and he stepped inside the room after changing into tracks and a vest. I ignored him and started untangling the necklace, but to my bad luck, it got stuck in my hair.

I tried to open it but was not able to. Damn, it hurts. I turned and found him engrossed in his phone. "Are you blind? Can't you see that I am in pain?" I shouted.

He looked at me with a questioning look. "Ugh, help me. My necklace got stuck in my hair."

He sighed, placing his phone aside. He replied, "You can do it by yourself because I don't want you to say that I am touching you."

I was annoyed.

I raged. "At the very least, they can assist me."

"Wait," his hard tone, ugh, he stood up and walked towards me. He stood behind me. His finger touched my neck, and I shivered and clutched the side of my lahenga skirt.

What the heck was happening?

"It's done," he said, and I turned towards him, giving him a tight-lipped smile.

"Don't expect a thank you," I said, and he looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"I am not expecting anything from a little kid like you," he said, and my eyes widened.

Did he just call me a little kid?

I am not a kid, or am I?

No, I am not!

I am 19. I am freaking 19, and he called me a kid.

Ughhh, Ughhh, he freaking insulted me.

I stomped my feet in anger and found him sitting on the bed, engrossed in his phone once again.

Oh, no, phod du iska main!! Saala arrogant insaan..( I so wanted to smash his head, he is such an arrogant jerk)

I sat down silently on the couch. His. His words rang in my ears. He called me a kid and said he wasn't interested in me. All the boys from St. Xavier's were behind me, and he said I was a kid. Such a blind man!

I want to change this heavy outfit, but I don't have anything. God, please help me.

I closed my eyes and leaned back on the couch. Just then, something soft slammed into my face. I opened my eyes with a jerk. I looked up and saw him standing in front of me. I looked down to see that his shirt and tracks were on my lap. I closed my eyes and leaned back on the couch. Just then, something soft slammed into my face. I opened my eyes with a jerk. I looked up and saw him standing in front of me. I looked down to see that his shirt and tracks were on my lap.

Ohh yeah, yeah, he threw his outfit on me.

"What type of behavior is this?" I shouted as I stood up.

Listen, I know you don't have anything on, so just change into this and sleep," he said sternly." Listen, I know you don't have anything on, so just change into this and sleep," he said sternly.

"Stop bossing around on me, okay?" I yelled.

To be continued.

Oh yeah, he threw his outfit on me.

"What type of behavior is this?" I shouted as I stood up.

"Listen, I know you don't have anything on, so just change into this and sleep," he said sternly.

"Stop bossing around on me, okay?" I yelled.

"Stop shouting," he said as he walked towards the bed. "If you want to wear this, go ahead; otherwise, sleep in this outfit," he said as he lay down on one side and turned off the lights.

I think I should change. Ugh. I just want to sleep. I was so freaking tired because of all the wedding functions.

I stepped inside the restroom and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I splashed some water on my face and was about to wipe away the vermillion, but I stopped myself because my mother had told me not to.

I unhooked my blouse and wore his shirt. Abey kitna bada shirt hai (the shirt is too big)...damn, it's so big it's falling off my shoulder.

I opened my lahenga skirt and was about to put on his trousers when it occurred to me: he called me a little kid, right? He is not interested in me. He doesn't want to touch me.

Come on, I am Ariya Mittal. Let's see how much he can control himself. I looked up at myself in the mirror. His shirt hardly covered my thighs. I opened the first three buttons of his shirt. A little bit of my cleavage was in view, as also the straps of my black bra. The shirt hangs from one shoulder, giving it the appearance of a sexy off-shoulder shirt.

I stepped inside the room to find him sleeping on his back. I smirked and walked towards the bed. I put my right knee on the bed, then my left knee. I crawled towards him. He still didn't open his eyes.

"Arhaan," I called him with my husky voice.

He opened his eyes and looked at me. His eyes widened as he saw my state. I mentally smirked and sat on his belly.

"Ari... ya, what are you doing?" he stammered, and I smiled.

"I am not doing anything, Arhaan," I whispered. My fingers traced his neck, going down to his hard chest.

He tried but failed to appear stern.

I caressed his hard chest with my fingers. He was about to take my hand, but I was quick. I entwined his two hands and pinned them to the bed.

"Leave me, Ariya, and sleep," he said, and I chuckled.

My breath fanned across his face as I leaned in close. "Sleep? Seriously Arhaan? Didn't you see the decoration of this room? It's decorated so beautifully, and it's our wedding night." I whispered in my seductive voice. My nose touched his jaw. I rubbed my nose on his neck without kissing him. He sighed, clutching my hand tightly.

I know he wanted me to open my legs as well, but no one can be like my Vihan. It's time to make you feel guilty, Arhaan Mehra.

Arhaan's POV.

Damn it! Why did I say yes to this marriage? She is such a bomb. Kitna bolti hei? Why did you choose this girl for me, Daadi? She's still a child, and marrying at this age is terrible.

Anyway, why do I think about her? I needed sleep. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep.

I heard the opening sound of the bathroom door. I didn't open my eyes and pretended to sleep because I knew if I opened my eyes or uttered anything, then her broken music system would start.

"Arhaan," she said, and I opened my eyes, widening as I saw her. Shit, what was she wearing? Adhe kapde, kahan kahan hai? (Where are half of her clothes?) She sat on my stomach, and my eyes seemed to pop out at any moment.

She was wearing my shirt, which was very loose for her and barely covered her thighs; she didn't wear the trousers that I gave her; and, on top of that, the three buttons of her shirt were open, which gave the view of her cleavage and the straps of her bra. Her hand was full of henna, which she shamelessly roamed across my chest. Her hairline was smeared with vermillion, and the nuptial chain around her neck looked sexier on her than on me. Her messy appearance screamed, "Fuck me."

I stammered, "Ariya, what are you doing?" and she smiled.

"I am not doing anything, Arhaan," she whispered, her fingers tracing my neck, going down to my hard chest once again.

I tried to act stern, but everything went in vain, and I stuttered.

I was about to take her hand, but she was too quick. She grabbed my hand and pinned it to the bed, entwined with hers. A girl doesn't do that. Mehra controls anything and everything.

I said, "Leave me alone, Ariya," without stammering this time, and she laughed.

She rubbed her nose on my neck, and my breath quickened. "Sleep? Seriously Arhaan? Didn't you see the decoration of this room? It's decorated so beautifully, and it's our wedding night." she whispered in her seductive voice as her nose touched my jaw, and I sucked in a breath. She rubbed her nose on my neck, and my breath quickened. I clutched her palm tightly, closing my eyes. I just wanted to fuck her hard and rough. She had already woken the monster inside me.

I jerked open my eyes and looked at her with a shocked expression.

I pushed her, and she fell on the other side of the bed. I sat on the bed, palming my face.

"Why did you push me? Stop acting like an innocent boy; you are Arhaan Mehra, the page 3 businessman," she sneered, much to my disappointment.

"Ariya shut up and sleep," I said, getting up.

She also stood up and walked towards me. She held my hand and placed it on her waist. "Why this khadoos ( arrogant) behavior? Am I not sexy enough?" she asked, trying to get close to me.

I held her shoulder and pushed her slightly. She was making me angry, but I was controlling myself.

I turned to walk towards the balcony when I was stopped by a soft clutch on my wrist. I took a deep breath and turned towards her. I pulled her close to me by clutching her wrist tightly, twisting it behind her back a little. I think you are so desperate to get fucked by me!

"Mrs. Ariya Arhaan Mehra, I'd love to make you tired, but," I said sweetly as I leaned in close.

I said, leaning dangerously close to her, "Stop doing these cheap tricks and sleep. It's getting late, and yeah, stop playing with me, Ariya. I'm not. What are you thinking?" I said, leaning dangerously close to her, then pushed her slightly and went to the balcony.

I lay down on the couch, which was placed on the balcony. Soon, darkness engulfed me.