Rishabh's POV

Today my supposed would be wife and her family are coming home to see me.

Blah! As if I am interested. I don't want to see the girl because of whom I am being forced into this marriage.

I seriously want to run away from here but am here only because I love my dadi and mumma a lot.

They have been on the ninth cloud since the day the alliance has been finalised.

None of them even bothered to know how I feel or whether I actually want this marriage or not.

They think that I don't know what I want and that I am going to thank them later for this.

Bullshit! 

I go down when one of the house help informs me that the guests were here.

I am wearing a casual t-shirt and jeans.

I see a couple of around my parents age and a girl enter.

So, they are my would be in-laws.

I greet them by touching their feet and they bless me.

I look at the girl. She is wearing a simple suit with a very heavy dupatta. Too traditional for my liking.

Although she looks beautiful but I hate her. Because of her I am being forced into this marriage.

She greets my parents and was surprised to see mumma and dadi.

"Aap thik hai?"

(Are you okay now?)

She asks bending to dadi's level and she blesses her and nods.

Am I missing something.

Papa and her parents seemed to have the same reaction. Thank God I am not the only one who doesn't know.

Mumma looks at our expressions and went on describing how they met the girl in a temple and she helped dadi.

Oh! So this is how they found this sanskari sushil ladki for me.

She helped dadi. Which means she is respectful and kind towards strangers and elders. I still dislike her though.

Sneha's POV

We sit down and I observe the house discreetly. Looking at the house I can say that these people are lavishly rich. 

How come they liked a middle class girl like me.

I was feeling a little nervous but aunty and dadi indulged me in a conversation and surprisingly it did not feel like we just got to know each other. It was as if I knew them from years.

I was feeling relaxed talking to dadi and mummyji, as she asked me to call her.

"Humne toh sab pasand kr lia. Ab zara bachon ko bhi baat krne dete hai. Shaadi toh aakhir inn dono ko krni hai."

(We have liked everything. Now let the kids talk. They have to get married after all.)

Dadi said and looked at him. 

Honestly, he is very handsome. He has a perfectly chiseled jawline, sharp eyes and a pointed nose. He looks like a model. Why are all young businessmen so handsome?

Author be like: Kyunki ye Wattpad ki duniya hai balike.

He got up and started moving towards God knows where. Dadi nudged me and actioned me to go.

Oh! I was supposed to go where he was going. Couldn't he ask me that? Anyway.

He took me what seemed like a common balcony. It was very large to be called a balcony but it was not the terrace. I think I will call it balcony only.

I was admiring the plants there. They were so beautiful.

"Ye gardening kaun karta hai?"

(Who does the gardening?)

I asked still admiring the plants. I could feel his gaze on me.

I turned to look at him and he looked back at front.

"Mumma ko pasand hai. She loves to spend her free time here."

(Mumma loves it.)

Damn! His voice. And fuck that accent! His voice was so thick and rich and his accent, it was a mix of Indian and was it British?

"Umm-aap India mai nhi rehte?"

(You don't live in India?)

He shook his head still looking at front and answered in a monotone.

"New York."

Explains his accent.

"Toh umm-are we going to shift to New York?"

He sighed and answered.

"Nhi. I am shifting to India."

(No.)

I nodded and was about to speak again when his phone rang.

He looked at the caller id and mumbled.

"Excuse me."

He picked up the call and listened to what the person was saying on the other side. It seemed something serious judging by his expressions.

"Right now?"

He asked and then nodded.

"All right. Get everything ready."

He disconnected the call and typed something on his phone.

"Excuse me. I have some urgent work. I'll have to leave."

"No is-sues."

He didn't even wait for my answer and just rushed out. It might be very urgent.

I too went down behind him. He was apologizing for his early leave. Papa smiled and shook his head saying that they understand.

He touched my parents feet and left quickly.

The entire time he was here, he was so respectful to my parents. He answered every question they asked very politely.

Though he was a little uptight with me but I think it was because it was the first time we met.

I think I am going to say yes. There is no reason not to. And above all my parents liked him.

Rishabh's POV

I was thankful on receiving that call. A client called an impromptu meeting and I had to rush.

Honestly I was surprised when she started talking. Her voice was very soothing. I felt like I could listen to her whole day.

But too bad. She is not my type and this is a forced marriage. I am never going to like her.

When I reached home after the meeting, mumma informed me that the girl, whose name I just got to know is Sneha had say yes for the marriage.

I mentally chuckle. Ofcourse she would. Who would deny such a rich family and husband.

Mumma told me that they would be coming day after tomorrow for the Roka ceremony and told me keep my schedule free for the day.

I nodded and went to my room to freshen up.

I changed into my pyjamas and came down for dinner.

After dinner I went to my room to do my work.

I heard a knock and dadi came in.

"Arre! Mujhe bula lete."

(You should have called me.)

I held her hand and make her sit on the bed.

She gives me the dress cover she was holding.

"Isme tere dadu ki sherwani hai. Maine thik krwa di thi. Mere bada mann hai ki tu parso ye pehne."

(It has your dadu's sherwani. I got it tailored. I wished you wore it day after tomorrow.)

She said caressing my head. I smile and take it from her.

"Aap order kro bas."

(You order me.)

I open the cover and take the sherwani out. I try it out and show it to her.

She looks at me with tears in her eyes and kisses my head.
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