°• Book 1 in the unexpected marriage series •°
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"They tried to hide their feelings with silence but they forgot that their eyes spoke too..."
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"I'm a mess at times, and there are days when I am a lot to handle", she cried...
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M O K S H
I stared at my wife across the room, she looked as if she wanted to be anywhere but here. Her body language was rigid and her smile looked as fake as the expensive brands that get its cheap copy.
She looked tired from the whole overdue. Seriously, I was exhausted too, handling the media, the conference where I had to give the official statement to this event, everything was hella tiresome.
The paparazzi went nuts when we revealed Lasya's real identity. Cross-questioning, new claims, false accusations and whatnot.
Questions arose that Raina was only the pawn in the game and Lasya and I were dating secretly since there was an Instagram post of us being in NYC, USA in the same year.
But hell broke when the Agarwals refused to pass any statement and be part of the conference but rather attend just the reception party for their reputation's sake. To say I was angry would be an understatement because I was agitated beyond imagination.
Like how can someone be so insensitive and toxic towards their own daughter? They refuse to meet her, talk about her, and even acknowledge her presence. At this rate, I feel really glad that Lasya had pulled out Raina from this hell hole, she was just too young to suffer all this.
But what I didn't accept was Lasya herself being the scapegoat in the whole mishap.
"Moksh Mehrotra", a deep masculine voice called out for me and I turned around coming face to face with Prithvi Chauhan. He carried a gruff and cold expression on his face, reminding me so much of my wife herself.
No doubt they were best friends for a reason.
"Prithvi Chauhan", I acknowledged, forwarding my hand for an official handshake. He stared at my extended hand for more than a few seconds, contemplating in his mind but not accepting either.
My male ego bruised a bit because of his negligence but I let it slide because, one, he was our guest and two, he was my wife's best friend. If not I wouldn't waste a second into boring a bullet through his thick skull. No one messes with Moksh Mehrotra and goes out alive.
"I'm sorry on his behalf, he's a bit gone case", Samyukt Joshi who stood beside him shook my hand politely and I passed him a genuine smile, mirroring his expressions and passing a fake smile to Prithvi.
