It was a long flight. 7 hours 50 minutes can give you a jet lag. A migraine too.

Dad and Mum slept almost in the whole flight. How can they sleep calmly when I have not even slept for a single second since my last day at school when they ripped off all my dreams within seconds.

Ellie broke my heart too. When I told her about everything she seemed to know that already. That broke me into pieces. How could she know everything? When I asked her, she explained how my mum convensed her to hide all this from me.

They knew I was planning to look for the jobs and now when I think back I remember Ellie was the one who convensed me to apply in New York. She was right about the opportunities here and a better life with her around me. She herself will be in New York by now.

I hate her for betraying me like this. I probably never want to see her again. I hate her more than Dad , more than everyone. She knew everything about it all this time. I hate her. "Argggh..." I groaned when the announcement was made about the landing of the plane. I hate them all.

I hate you too, Mr. Sidharth Malik. You already ruined my life.

I pulled myself up from the seat. Took my hand bag from the aisle and started the journey to hell.

"Sana, be a good girl. If you become the reason for anything stupid in this marriage. I am gonna tie you up in your room forever." Dad whispered probably because I have been giving them tantrums since then.

I rolled my eyes with frustration but nodded. How could my own parents do this to me? How could my so called best friend be the one helping them?

Its been an hour since our plane landed at the beautifully busy New York City.

We gathered our stuff and went out in search of Mr. Malik.

This Sidharth Malik has himself came to welcome us at the JFK International.

Dad and Mum were happy for God knows what. They seem to love me in such a ruthless situation.

I switched on my phone and started checking out if there were any mails or messages, but there were none.

As if I have anyone apart from Ellie to contact me. Oh God, why am I even taking her fucking name? I hate her.

Sensing a piercing stare I glanced up and my gace locked with icy blue eyes.

The most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen. There was a super mischievous gleam in those eyes.

He was an Indian. A very handsome one. The guy looked hot as hell. He wore a pale white shirt and suit pants looking perfectly hot. He noticed my stare and winked at me causing me blush scarlet red.

Fucking hell.

I looked around and saw a driver who was probably my dad's age with a cue card.

My eyes got wider on reading -

"Welcome to New York.

Mrs. & Mr. Sharma

Waiting for you with love, Miss Sharma

Sidharth Malik. My to be husband is too hot to be ignored.

I was shocked and looked at him once again.

He smiled mischievously and licked his lips. Looking me over from top to bottom.

He was a Jerk with a rueful sexy smile.

I glared at him walking confidently towards him. I am not afraid of you, dick.

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I went to receive them like a true gentleman.

I need to pretend to be one, of course later on, I will work upon my plan.

I was waiting at the airport for them to arrive for a fucking hour now.

And no one came our way. John, my driver, was beside me with a cue card welcoming them.

I know nothing about the supposed girl I am going to marry except her name Shehnaaz Sharma. Which itself is quite sexy one.

I was expecting her to be a nerd with an ugly face and some crazy specks just like a cartoon character.

What would you expect from a professor's daughter who herself did her masters in her father's profession.

A boring glum looking girl was my expectations so far.

Thinking about my supposed bride brought a sudden wave of helplessness.

Waiting for them, I glanced at my watch just to know how much time I have wasted on them already and it's been an hour and & 5 minutes already.

Glancing above, My eyes suddenly fell on a sexy Indian girl coming our way. She was wearing a red off sleeves tank top and a blue jeans.

Her curves finely shaped.

Her furious eyes looked beautifully hot.

Her gace shot to mine as if she sensed me glaring at her and startled. Checking me out. Admiring my handsome face. Locking her innocent green eyes with mine.

She looked fucking sexy. I couldn't resist and winked at her. She blushed Scarlett red. Her lips plum and pink. She turned her head looking at John. The moment she read the cue card she looked astonished.

Surprisingly, I want her to marry me.

When she glanced at me once again, I smiled mischievously. I couldn't even resist myself from checking her out once again.

I licked my lips imagining how I would kiss those fucking lips.

I noticed her Mom and Dad.

She looked an exact replica of her mom.

Her dad looked a bit worried with grey hair and a glum face.

My eyes again fell on her and locked with hers. They are charming and shit I could feel the current flowing in my dick.

Oh Fuck man.

I was in a deep shit.

With a sexy as hell wife, I am never gonna stop fucking her.

They all stepped towards me. I smiled, my charming smile. And greeted them with all the warmth and pretence.

I touched Mrs & Mr. Sharma's feet as its our culture to greet our elders like wise. I glanced at Shehnaaz she looked away instantly. I smiled and offered my hand. She looked at my hand and rolled her eyes. Glancing at the car parked behind me she grabbed her bag, ignoring my offered hand and went towards the car. I was shocked cause dude nobody ignores Sidharth Malik.

The hotest billionaire bachelor in the city. Really man, I have never had a problem with girls. They are always at my knees.

She looked hotter from back. Her top is a tie up tank top. I wanted to untie that God damn top. I liked her sexy ass. Oh Fuck. I am in deep shit man.

I smirked and followed her, opening the passenger side of my Porche for her to enter. She looked at me distastefully but sat down. I shut the door. Offered her parents to the other car.

"I think, she is just nervous with all this". her mother explained. I smiled , " its ok ma'am I can understand"

"You can call me Maa, if you would like. Sana calls me the same" she replied.

She reminded me of my own mom. My Mom, the prettiest lady, who died when I was 15 with the awful and deadly cancer. We tried our best to save her but we couldn't. She slipped away from our hands like sand and with all the power and money, we couldn't save her.

Dad was smattered after mom's death.. He never said anything. But I know he still cries for her in his room. I wish I could do something but its what God wanted.

I was never too fond of my mom but in an instant I fell a pull towards Sana's Mom.

I smiled and nodded. Mr. Sharma and Maa sat themselves in the other car. I turned around went to my car and sat behind the wheel.

"What's with this pretence Mr. Malik." she said.

"Oh. Mrs. Future Malik is the one with tantrums I guess. " I smiled at her.

"Listen, Mr.....

"Its Sid for you" I cut her off mid sentence.

She growled.

"See Sidharth "

"I am", I replied looking at her lips. I really wanna kiss the hell out of her.

She seemed to feel the hot air around us. And that blush creeped once again. Her eyes fell to the dashboard nervously.

I started the engine to distract myself from fucking her already. I am in the deep shit dude.

"I...I....don't want to be married." she whispered breaking a long uncomfortable silence.

But now I have laid my eyes on you, sweetheart. I want you in ways you can't even think of, darling.

"I....want to follow my dreams. I...I...Can you just refuse to get married to me. please. Sidharth."

I smiled. "I wish I could. But I can't, baby"

"Why? " she replied instantly with all the hate.

"Because I want you" I smirked.

"Jerk" she whispered.

"I heard that"

"Good, it was meant to be heard by you, asshole."

"Your manners are quite interesting Mrs. Future Malik."

"And you are quite an over busted arrogant selfish dick, Mr. Malik."

"I have been called worse, sweetheart,". I parked in the garage of our building.

"I am not your sweetheart, Jerkass". She replied.

"And Likewise I am not your Jerkass, sweetheart." I replied sarcastically.

She glanced at the building and was clearly astonished to see the huge building ahead.

Yeah baby thats what we own.

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