Novel & Cerita Nisha Mehra

~A girl as warm as a dandelion field ; A guy as cold as midnight mists ~ _______________________________ Zeeshant Mehra, the owner and CEO of India's one and only money-making company. Cold, Rude and ignorant but sweet, caring and loving for his family. Has temper issues and won't think twice before lashing out. Workaholic mf and barely does anything except work. Myra Vakharia, the patient, bubbly and goofy kinda girl. Thinks a hundred times before doing or speaking something. Loves her family but there are levels to her love. Living her life to the fullest and believes in living with all the privileges she has. Turning themselves into their best selves for each other, they gladly accept their arrange marriage. Giving their wedding life a chance and putting their best into this new relationship, they happily live In this arrange marriage until- Until that one point. What will happen when they embrace their old selves back after changing for good!? Who's the bad one and who's the innocent one? How are they gonna get through this misunderstanding between them? Let's see.....

A sharp pull by my wrist bought me back to the wall. I hold my breath for a moment. "what the hell" I cussed. "Shh, baby girl" he exclaimed. I cringed with the endearment he used. He brought his face near to my face. His breath is fanning all over my lips. It raised my heartbeat to a different level. It must be heard by him also. His smirk face saying it all. His eyes are gazing my lips and he started closing the small gap we have between our lips to be mingled into one. Sensing his intentions I closed my eyes & moved my face to the left. He stopped right away & increase the gap between us which I really appreciate but the hold of his hand on my wrist is very tight. It started paining me slowly. "Now listen to me very carefully, we might be lawfully wedded husband & wife. But you are nothing to me. I have only married you because of my doll" he said rudely to me. I forcefully release my hand from his hulk like grip which resulted into breaking my bangles & a piece of glass cut into my hand. It hurt me like hell. There must be a big cut in my hand. Ignoring the pain in my hand. I showed my other hand finger towards him and said "even I was not interested in this marriage. I am kind of forced into this" Which I am not, my subconscious mocked me. But I won’t give him that satisfaction. Although I was not forced but I had no other option than to accept this marriage. _______________________ This is the story of Payal Mehra and Kabir Khurana who are bound by vows in the sacred bond of marriage which was not in their to do list. But yet they are.