𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞

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B E L L A

"Cultural landscapes can include natural, historic, artistic, religious, or symbolic features that express the identity, heritage, and meaning of a place."

The lesson started and I diligently took notes, watching time pass by on my laptop. After one and a half hours the class was finally dismissed.

I rolled my eyes hearing the girls in my class gossiping about the wedding. Since, there's no official pictures posted, they all have been a little impatient. I ignored them checking my phone to see so many missed calls from my parents.

Looking at the time it was already two- thirty in the afternoon. Gathering my things I made a quick exit from the building in a rush to get to the cafe, to finally meet my friends after two whole weeks.

The whole wedding scandal has deprived me of meeting my friends. I have to get of the house secretly to not get caught by the paparazzi.

Our families agreed to keep this marriage a secret until we find my sister. My father has his private investigator working on my sister's whereabouts. Her phone has been switched off after she send that message.

Not just my father but I think Mahir ji is also searching for her. I heard his conversation with his secretary two days ago.

Speaking of him, he hasn't been spoke to me in these two weeks let alone look at me. Either he doesn't come home or sleeps in the guest room. I tried talking to him, clearing the misunderstanding but he doesn't spare me a single glance.

When he asked me if I knew that my sister would run away I was caught off guard. I didn't know what to say other than remain silent. The pain behind his strong facade was making it impossible for me to tell him what exactly my sister said.

Ofcourse, I didn't know she'd run away. She loved him but then suddenly he wasn't enough. How was I supposed to tell him that? How was supposed to tell him that my sister was having second thoughts on her love.

Mahir ji misunderstood my silence.

The cab stopped infront of my regular cafe. I stepped out thanking the driver before walking inside the small but cosy cafe near my training centre.

I started my training two weeks ago. So far, things have been going smoothly as I kept my focus on my career and completely ignore the fact that now I'm married to my sister's ex fiance. Before going out I had make sure I don't wear the nuptial chain but I keep it in my purse. I have to cover the vermillion with my hair to not let it seen.

"Bella!"

I looked around and finally caught my friends waving at me. I made my way towards them and was immediately hugged by Vyara, Ahvi joined next. We stood there for few seconds like that until they spoke up breaking the hug.

"We're so worried, Bella." I glanced at Ahvi who had a frown etched on her face, "You're okay?" She asked

I nodded, "I'm fine, guys. It's been a tough two weeks but your girl is a survivor remember." I exclaimed cheerfully trying to break the tension. I heard them chuckle which brings a smile on my face.