"Did you read the contract?" Misha asked sitting away an arm distance to me, as we are having our breakfast in balcony of my room. The morning when I wake up, my head was paining like it will burst any second. Groaning in pain I did take headache medicine and trying to remember what happen last night. Since the last thing I remember was dancing on stage with Misha, that's all, after that I don't know, how I reach here, nothing, every memory is blank, complete blank after that.

I checked my phone and see a message from Ranveer;

I smiled reading the message then suddenly one thought occur that how do he know about my headache. I quickly check my call log shooking my head negatively. It seem I did call him last night, but the thing is 'did I do something, which shouldn't be done?' I tried remembering everything, but nothing seems to be remembering after the dance.

I groan mentally, and look at Misha and nodded my head negatively;

"No, but will read before the meeting, and also you had already given me the summary of whole contract. So it will be complete soon. But I don't know why, I feel something fishy in this contract. Have you checked it thoroughly?" I asked, sipping my orange juice.

"Yea, I have checked it multiple times, and didn't find anything wrong with the contract, even checked it with our lawyer, and she said it's ok. But if you say, I will check it again." She concluded and I shook my head;

"No, I will do it on my own-" I was cut off in between due to my phone ringing. I paused and look at my phone, smile reading the name flashing on it. I clean my hands with napkin and asked her to wait and pick up the phone.

"Hello." I said happily.

"Hellooo, my sweet sister in law. How are you?" Came Gautam's extra sugar coated voice which make me throw up. My brows raise in confusion, I look at the screen to check the caller in horror.

"Huh? What happen?" I mumbled.

"Nothing happen, obviously. It's just, I am missing you; can't I speak to my sweet, beautiful, cool sister in law." Gautam said and I can feel him pouting in the end. But something is wrong with him, he won't speak to me like this unless-

"What do you want?" I asked clearly knowing him.

"Huh! What... Haha... It's not like-" he chuckle nervously, I cut him off in between,

"Gautam, either you tell me or I will cut the call." I demanded knowing him, he won't say.

"Well, you know, I uhm.. I... your ..... car." He mumbled nervously.

"Gautam." I said gritting my teeth. He took a deep breath;

"I want your car." He said with utter nervousness.

"Ok, so take it. What is in there to ask? It's not like you are taking it for first time. Or something like I will deny you. And by the way, from when do you start asking my permission. All I know you never asked before taking anything." I said not understanding him a bit,

"It's not like that, you know I want-" He utter nervously, and my brain cell run wildly now understanding him properly, the moment I realise the hidden meaning behind his nervousness, I rose up from my chair and yell;

"NO!" I yell with so much intensity that Misha look at me like I am an idiot.

"Please, Ishu only this time. Please. You know your favourite car is so cool, please Ishu. Please. If you want I can be your servant for one whole week." He plead from other side of phone, asking my favourite "Bugatti La Voiture Noire", limited edition, only few cars were made in which I am one of the car owner, and he wants it for one day.

"NO. YOU KNOW I WONT GIVE YOU THAT CAR. You can have any of my cars in garage but not that. Heck, even I didn't let your brother touch it, let alone give it to you for whole day. NO, Gautam, ask anything but that. No." I said clearly controlling my calm, that car is bae. I love that one; even I buy it just recently. He knows that I will never give it to him, unless-

"how can you do this to me, I am your best friend before than your brother in law, you are my sweet bestie, you can't do this to me, please Ishu just for one day, I promise to not let anyone scratch it. Please Ishu please." Gautam continuously rant about the car for complete ten minutes, and I am continuously denying it.

It's not like I can't give him the cars from my collection, it's just he can have any car but not that one, uhh.

"Ok, you can have it, but mind you, a single scratch and you are dead. Understand." I said sternly after putting stones, no rocks over my heart and gave him the access to that, my love, my bae, my favourite car.

"What! Thank you, thank you so much Ishika, you know you are the best, I know you won't deny my request because you love me so much, you are the best always." He yells excitedly, and I have to pull away the phone from my ear.

"Stop coaxing me, I know I am the best, you won't find the second me. But remember the promise you just made of being my servant for whole one week. The week is going to be fun babe." I said evilly and soon his excited voice shrinks down and I laugh out loud and soon after few talks we cut the call.

"Miss Ishika I hope you have read the contract." Mr. Argyros asked with small smile on his face sitting in front of me, the only thing separating us is the table. Mr. Argyros, I might say is quite handsome with full muscles in his body at the age of thirty one, this man is doing wonders in fashion industry. No doubt the man in front of me is handsome as hell but he is nothing compared to my Ranveer.

Why are you even comparing him with Ranveer?

Why are you even saying, you know it's wrong for you to look at other man except your husband like this.

Yeah! I can see. I ignored this comment of her and concentrate on the meeting.

I recently started investing in businesses which are not on large scale due to findings issue, but if given chances will do wonders. Everyone asked me to invest in big business but for me making rich richer is something didn't digest with me, so I start doing business with those who really need me, and will take this industry to another level.

"Yes, but the thing which didn't grasp with me is the model name you gave me, I didn't find anything about him." I said.

"The model is new in the industry, and he didn't want to go with his original name, so he changed his name for his career." He said and I nod my head in understanding but still something is unsettling here.

"Ok, so I think let's start with the work, but before that I want to meet the models." I demand and he nodded his head. We came out of his office and soon reach the third floor where shoot is going to happen.

When we walk inside, everyone stops their work and look at us, and Mr. Argyros introduced us;

"Everyone, meet our investor, miss Ishika Sharma Kapoor. The one I told you about." Mr. Argyros said and one by one everyone came forward to introduce themselves to me. I met everyone, from the photographer to the models, but one person is missing.

"Where is Mr. RS?" I asked no one in particular, when suddenly a voice came from behind making me froze in my place.

"Sorry, the traffic got me." Said a voice from behind, the same voice I can't forget.

"No problem, come and meet her." Mr. Argyros said politely and the person came near me and stood in front of me with a smile but on seeing me the smile vanish from that person face and shock laced over.

"Miss Ishika meet the main model of the shoot, Mr. Rihan Singh." Mr. Argyros said introducing us both to each other.

Seeing this person didn't do anything to me except the lava of anger is building inside me, why not this is the person I hate so much, it's not I like him or anything, but this man is the main reason of mine and Ranveer's family misery.

I calm myself when a hand squeeze my shoulder, I turn my face to look who is it, and see Misha giving me a tight lipped smile, blinking her eyes at me, I nod my head and turn towards model aka Rihan Singh. He looks like he saw a ghost, of course he will look like this after what he had did to my family he think I will be happy in meeting him.

The shoot came to end; I control myself from bursting on him, and made my way to room assigned to me and plop down on the chair resting my head on the table.

Someone knocked at my door, when I didn't reply the person open the door and enter inside again locking the door. I didn't lift my face knowing it must be Misha, who came with something to eat, but my assumptions broke when I heard the voice I despise the most;

"Ishika." Rihan or I say Rudra said unsure what to and how to speak.

I lift my head and yell, "OUT." But he didn't budge from his place, and look more determined than before.

"Ishika, please listen to me." He said and I shook my head negatively asking him to go away, but this jerk didn't budge.

"I know what I did was wrong but please listen to me once." He asked.

"There is nothing to listen Rudra, just get out from here; I don't want to see you. It was really hectic for me to help you while shooting, but now, I don't want to tolerate you for single second." I said sternly not showing him any emotion not that I show any emotion while working.

"Ishika I- wait, you got married?" he questioned looking at nuptial chain around my neck. I look at him like he had grown two head, I fold my hands below my chest and back down on the chair and look at him coldly.

"What? Does it look like I am answerable to you?" I said boredly.

"Ohh! O.k., but please listen to me for once Ishika." he asked.

"What listen, listen? Just get the fuck out from here Rudra before I do something?" I screech at him pointing my right hand towards the door.

"Please Ishika, please try to understand my-" he mumbled pleading me.

"Try to understand? And that to you?" I asked pointing my finger at him; he nodded his head and tries to speak when I cut him off;

"You know you ran away from your own wedding, Rudra your own wedding. You know how does it sound." I utter sarcastically looking at him, he gulp inaudibly.

"You ran away, like a coward you are, leaving your own bride in her bridal attire, what reason you could give me. Huh tell me?" I asked standing up from the chair.

"You clearly know, I want to marry you for only six months where I promised you that I will help you and will make a great model but what you did, you still ran away breaching the contract, you clearly know we are doing the contract wedding, not the real one." I said looking at him, he nodded his head and open his mouth to speak and again I didn't let him.

"heck, leave that, you know I am not a common person to start with, media follow me like a shadow, and all of all days you run away from your own wedding clearly knowing it will tarnish my reputation, fuck, tarnish my father's reputation." I yelled clearly my anger reaching the sky. However the relationship is between me and my father, I never did anything that will make him look bad and will never do in future.

"You know coz of you Ranveer has to become the scapegoat in this whole matter." I yell at him and his eyes wide in hearing my words.

"Ranveer? How come he becomes the scapegoat?" he asked in confusion like this statement of mine didn't digest him well.

"Yes Ranveer. As in Ranveer Kapoor. After you run away, dad got minor heart attack, and asked me to marry Ranveer, so that the stigma you put on our reputation will be removed, and obliging his father he marry me without thinking of anything, without blinking an eye, without thinking what could he be doing next. He just accepts it without any thought and protect me from the bad omen my life will follow af-" I yell but stop in between when I heard him laugh.'

"You are laughing? You know what Rudra you are sick." I said while walk up to him and gave him a tight slap. He hold his left cheek and look at me, when I was about to give him another slap he held my hand, and shook his head dejectedly.

"I never thought you are this naive Ishika. How can you think like this? You are always the smart person who thinks hundred times before doing anything, heck you can even catch anyone if they are lying or cheating you." He said cupping my face, I push him away from me, as his touch don't give me bad vibes but also good were not given, it was neutral. But being married, I feel it's wrong and pure sin to let other man except your husband touch you in any way.

"I am sorry, I shouldn't touch you like this, but Ishika I know what I did was wrong and I am not denying it. But how can you think that my running will be a cause to your reputation?" he said maintaining a foot distance from me.

"you are India's richest person, how can you think something like this petty thing will be a harm to you and your family." He said, his voice becoming vulnerable in the end, like he want to tell me something but something is stopping him.

"What do you mean?" I asked not understanding his single word.

"You know, more than half of the businesses' running in India comes under you, right?" he asked and I nodded my head agreeing to his statement.

"So if something happen, you can turn the situation like you want, what I am saying is, even if media come to know about me running away from marriage, don't you think it is something for you to do in a blink to not let this news spread away. You clearly know, media is under your control, then how the hell do you think all this?" he said controlling himself in the end from yelling at me.

"You are smart women, who know how to deal with every situation, you live in 21st century not in 60's that this will a big ruckus, just think clearly okay." He said and I look at him processing every word of his. On seeing us one can feel he is manipulating me, but there is no manipulation in his voice only guilt.

"one thing, stop feeling guilty, when you are not the one who should feel guilty, those who should feel are-" he said but stop in between like deer got caught in broad day light, like he said something he shouldn't.

"Are?" I asked but he shook his head negatively.

"one last thing Ranveer is not a scapegoat, as you are mentioning him, the day you will face the true him, you will realise why I did what I did, and that day I hope you will forgive me completely." He said and turns around to go out but I held his hand,

"What truth are you talking about, do you even know Ranveer. He is a good man." I said defending my Ranveer as his last statement about Ranveer makes me angry on instant. In response he laughs,

"Only if you know." He said and walk out of the room before I could say anything. I punch the near wall in anger,

Do he even know who is Ranveer, how he treat me. Uhhhh!

I mumbled and took out my phone from the pocket of my over coat. I look at the lock screen of my phone, and took few deep breath controlling my anger looking at mine and Ranveer picture, more likely Ranveer's smiling face, I unlock my phone and hurriedly dial his number, he didn't pick the call first time but when I tried again he picked the call.

"Sweetheart." Ranveer's voice makes me calm down instantly. I dint speak for long, and he didn't forced me to say anything.

"Ranveer." I said breathlessly more like trying his name.

"Sweetheart, what happen you didn't sound well to me. Did something happen?" he asked concern filling his voice, I smile and wipe the tear which flown down unknowingly from my eyes.

"Ranveer I want to tell you something." I said getting agitated second by second.

"Hm" he hummed to ask me to continue.

"Today I meet r-" I was cut off in-between by Ranveer when he said to other person that he will there in a minute.

"Yes sweetheart continue I am listening." He asked calmly.

"Were you in meeting before?" I asked hearing his conversation with other person.

"Ah yes, but you continue, I will listen to you first then I will go there. Remember you are my first priority." He said making the tears flow down from my eyes like a river. I gulp down the sobs and said;

"I meet Rudra today." I said and cut the call as I can't continue talking to him and let the tears flow down, soon Misha came and hug me and said some comforting words, which though comfort me, but right now I want Ranveer, my Ranveer. I want him to embrace me, comfort me. I sober up and Misha went out to complete the work and soon we came out of the building and went to our hotel.

"Ishika, please eat something, you have been sulking for more than 8 hours now." Misha asked taking the food tray from the air hostess and place it in front of me. The time we reach our hotel after the meeting, Misha told me that the jet is ready to take off, so we packed our bags and reach to the airport, where my jet is.

Right now I am sitting in this jet thinking and over thinking about Rudra's words, something I do understand but what I don't is that why is he talking ill about Ranveer. How can he accuse Ranveer, when he is the wrong himself?

In mere three hours I will be with my Ranveer. In his arms, in his comfort. He did not know that I will come today, even I didn't know about it, it's just Misha remind me that the trip is for only two day but we made it to three days.

I gave a look to her who says 'leave me alone', this time she dejectedly leave my side and went god knows where. She is asking me to eat something from more than six hours but I being the queen of stubbornness didn't paid her any heed. Soon we land in Delhi, I sat inside the car, first leaving Misha at her house I asked the driver to drive home, and not in more than thirty minutes I reach home.

I ask the guard to open the door, on seeing me, he smile and open the door after greeting me, I went inside the passage and stood in front of the main door to the house, with my spare key, I open the door and stroll inside my trolley bag with me. Without making any noise after locking the door carefully I went to my... our room. I look at my wrist watch, the time is 3:16 am in the morning, I took a deep breath, and slowly without making any noise, I enter inside the room and quietly close it behind me.

There he is sleeping half naked on his stomach, the quilt which is entangled between his legs; I stood still on my place for five minutes looking at him, letting my eyes satisfy themselves for the separation between us for few days.

How much I miss him.

I startled when he stir in his sleep, and moved inside bathroom to freshen up, after changing my clothes to comfortable night wear, I walk up to the bed, and lie near him, I turn my whole body towards him, I brushed his shoulder length hair behind his ear to get the clear view of his face.