Married To Heartless Billionaire

Prologue

“Let’s cut to the chase here, I want you to marry me! And you will do it. “

I swear to God, my body shivered and covered in goosebumps at the intensity in Veer’s deep voice. It seem like he meant those words. He actually wanted to marry me. Those blue eyes bored, threatening me to lower mine. It was scary but at the same time his gaze was coveting.

For God sake I just met the guy. This was the time I met a guy just because my parents wanted me to get married. This would be an arranged marriage if I say yes. Not to mention I already had a tiny winy crush on him since I saw him upfront.

“Don’t you want to pursue your dreams Ms. Mehra?” My eyes snapped at him rather than continuing to stare at my latte; he broke the train of thoughts running my mind. When the meaning of his words sunk in, they shook me a little.

This wasn’t our first meeting, we sort of bumped into each other last night at the pub downtown. His blue eyes captured mine once again and I was lost. It was a while since I saw someone with such striking orbs. And right now, rather than getting lost in this moment, I was getting intimidated by his dominant aura.

“So you heard.” I mumbled slowly as I took a sip from my large coffee cup; tentatively my tongue touched the roof of my mouth when the beverage seem too hot for my liking.

When I glanced at him, I saw him nod under my lashes as he reached for his coffee mug, taking a sip. “Yes I did.”

I’ve always wanted to live in London and pursue my dream as an editor in one of the best fiction publishing houses. Being a hopeless romantic I have always been into reading fiction novellas. I knew he must have heard me when I was dreamily talking about it yesterday in the pub to my friend. I found veer there in front of me when I was on the dance floor; while I was loosing myself into the music. And here, unknowingly he showed concern about my dream, my career and that made me like him. It was a start. Maybe that was the moment where I began swooning for the man in front of me.

“One more thing,” Veer trailed off hanging his words in suspense for a moment pulling me out of my happy thoughts, “after the marriage you can live your life the way you want and I, mine.” I blinked his deep voice curt, as if it was something he really wanted and that hurt me a little bit.

So easily he uttered that we can live our lives separately, the way we want.

But not me, I've never encouraged such thought. For me Marriage was a pure thing, you commit and live together, love each other. It is supposed to be a forever thing. I’ve always dreamt a for myself the same.

Was he the one? The guy who was asking me in marriage was he one with whom I shall live my entire life? Will that be worth my heart? Will he love me? Or he will also —

“Do you get space out often Ms. Mehra?” His words brought me out of my reverie. My thoughts went to that restricted zone. I had blocked those thoughts long ago, leaving them behind. Moving on, never allowing my mind to enter that dark painful memories again. But now, they suddenly came back bring that crawling on my skin.

I quickly shook my head and adjusted myself on the seat in nervousness. “Um. No. Sorry about that. “ I apologised and bit my lower lip in embarrassment.

Just then, I heard him chuckle.

My heart jumped in my rib-cage as I took in his face. The corner of his eyes twitched and shone in small happiness. Last night he was so close to me when I danced carelessly on that illuminated floor. His warm body was close to mine, he himself seem closed off; he didn't utter a single word. But right now, it gave me weird happiness listening to his small laugh.

Oh my god, I am ready to zone out all the time if he will laugh like that.

A small smile started to creep on my lips until he spoke those heart stopping words. “So, you ready for this marriage?” Veer asked afterwards in a careful tone.

And just like that, there was a big swirl in my tummy and I resisted my urge not to grin at him.

'You are actually proposing to me Veer', I wanted to scream.

I took a deep breath ready to answer his not so romantic but still a proposal, I parted my lips taking in a sharp breath. Suddenly feeling out of air. For a second there I wasn’t even sure about what to answer. My legs trembled as he kept staring at me. But when I saw a small glimpse of concern and hint of disappointment in his eyes I blurted, “yes.”

I was surprised at myself. When he sighed loudly, at the sound involuntarily my thighs pressed together, there was a weird ache there. I inwardly frown at it. When I lifted my face Veer’s face showed relief and I calmed looking at his state.

Did I just say yes, because I couldn’t see the sadness in his eyes?

The thought scared me a little knowing I was falling for this man.

For all it takes, it will be worth. I was sure.

I got ready for this marriage, not knowing what was coming my way. But I was hopeful. Hope for what I wanted the most. I wished he will give it to me,

My love story.

Although I never knew, this love isn’t as easy as it seem. It never was. And it’ll never be.