Once Upon A Wedding

4| Let's go on honeymoon

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"YOU SEEM TO BE QUITE FRUSTRATED" I tried making a small talk since he sat like drowning in the depression of the death of his non-existent 13 wives and 10 children.

"Should I celebrate?" His voice was cold and I zipped my mouth in dejection.

"I lost my flight, my phone is dead. There is no cash with me except for my card and I can't go home to get disowned by my father right now." He hissed.

"And the worst part? you are with me! How am I supposed to not be frustrated?" The conclusion was the third insult he passed me in a row and my patience was thinning. His expression turned cold, almost demeaning and I moved myself away from him a little. Who knows the man might explode.

"Did you run away without any thinking? You didn't brought anything with you!" Ahaan diverted his attention from himself to me for the first time. His dark eyes peering down at me in question as I stared at the dark sky.

It was all dark except for the dying streetlights that would barely last an hour. The isolated road was haunting to some extent, the reason why I was tagging along with him.

"The thought of getting hitched to you was so repulsive that I would have killed myself than marrying you" I smiled at him and he rolled his eyes in silence, sighing at my words.

"I was robbed" His body went rigid and his eyes widened at my words. His head snapped to me and the shock was evident in his face.

"You WHAT?" His mouth fell open and I had to shift myself uncomfortably until his worrisome gaze.

Worry.

Like heck he would be worried.

"On the way. I was supposed to be staying at my bestfriend's house but she backstabbed me and ran away" I fidgeted with my fingers, my eyes low. "I was going to get to a nearby hotel when two men snatched my bag and went away on the bike"

"Shit" He cursed under his breath, and ran a hand through his face. It was as if he was sorry for me.

"You... seem.." He started but trailed off as he scratched the back of his neck. "Okay...right?"

I blinked at him, confused. Was that worry in his tone? I must be feeling too hungry to imagine such honderrous things.

The day Ahaan Sharma would care for me, will be when I would travel the world on pigs and pumpkins.

"A few scratches here and there" I replied awkwardly moving my gaze away.

"Ofcourse. You are clumsy as hell" I narrowed my eyes at him and he just shrugged in response.

"How can you run away? Did the Daddy's boy Ahaan Sharma finally got the balls to rebel?" I smirked when his face turned annoyed.

Ahaan Sharma was that perfect boy who parents longed for, girls die for and brats like me run from.

I've known him my entire life and one thing was sure- He and I were no match at all.

He was a total perfectionist, while I was... well let's accept it. I was a total walking chaos. In other words, I attained a PhD in creating trouble for myself and everyone around me.

He is silent and I like keeping my jaws working.

He was asshole and I was a sweet angel. I'm not lying!