Husband For Hire

5. Fake Damsel

5. Fake Damsel
The damsel caused the distress.

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[Anmol's POV]

My friends and I stepped out of the restaurant and waited for our drivers to bring the cars.

I started to reply when Tara suddenly said, "Is that him?"

She pointed across the street where--oh goodness gracious!--Ashar and his sisters had stepped out of a McDonalds'! I didn't blink until the road traffic disrupted the view. Ashar had broken the first condition of mine by showing his lower class! Tara, Carter, Myra, and Roshan expectantly waited for clarification. I wanted to deny it was Ashar but then I realized that these people were my friends. I didn't have to hide things from them.

Why would I justify Ashar when he didn't deserve it?

"That's him," I said flatly.

It raised suspicion among everyone. Maybe they could help me get rid of the serf?

"Annie, is this marriage forced?" Carter asked. I gave him a sad nod. Everyone looked . . . relieved to a degree. "I knew you wouldn't marry a graphic designer. You're the princess of St. Cloud. Why did your mom get you married to him?"

I shrugged. Mentioning the contract would create conflict. I had to stick with Ashar being the childhood friend story.

"You poor dear!" Tara said. "Why didn't you say it was forced earlier? You know we'll always be here for you! Don't worry. We'll get rid of that serf as soon as possible. Just bring him to my fashion show."

I smiled and muttered a thanks. Roshan was shaking his head at everyone. He left with his fraternal twin, Myra, first.

My driver pulled up our car. I quickly got in after bidding Carter and Tara goodbye.

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"How dare you go to that nasty place?!"

"Would you relax?"

"Rich people do not go to McDonalds'!" I snapped.

We were in my room back at the house. His sister's were downstairs eating the greasy fast food. I had dragged Ashar upstairs to . . . yell at his carelessness. It was a planned scheme in order to force him into coming to the fashion show.

"I'm not rich," he pointed out.

I clenched my teeth. "My first condition in the contract clearly stated that you can't show your poor status during our marriage." He didn't say anything so I continued, "This Friday, we are going to Tara's fashion show Friday evening. No arguments!" He couldn't say no to it. "Your sisters are coming along too."

I sauntered away without another glance at my husband.

He liked showing his inferior status, right?

His entire family is going to be shown their right place.

[Ashar's POV]

If she wasn't a girl and my wife, I would've slapped Anmol a long time ago.

I didn't even understand the concept of the fashion show. Why did I need to go? Why did Aara and Rosie have to tag along?

Wait . . . Maybe there'll be hot models.

Definitely something to look forward to.

I ran downstairs and announced the plans to the girls. Rosie was ecstatic about dressing up, but Aara said a flat out no.