I wouldn't be lying if I say I was a playboy. I could never stay with one girl for too long because I had commitment issues.

But I was basically forced to marry this ice queen. Like she wasn't at all like other girls, she was a fighter, an excellent potential CEO and the total opposite of the girls I usually hooked up with.

I was beyond frustrated because I loved my privacy, I loved to live alone in my apartment and I felt like Nishtha was an intruder in my space. I never brought any girl to my house, I always used to hook up in clubs or hotel rooms, but now I was stuck with this girl in my own apartment.

When we entered my apartment, I made it very clear to her, not to initiate any conversation with me until and unless it's an unavoidable emergency. She didn't even come out of the room till evening and I was low key glad about that.

In the evening I was really hungry so I cooked lasagna for myself. I was a really good cook and I preferred to eat home made food over dining out. I was happily making my meal when she suddenly popped up, probably because she was hungry too. But I couldn't think of any point of talking to her that's why I ignored her.

I served my lasagna and went to the living room brushing past her. She was clearly shocked because I cooked only one plate lasagna and didn't make anything for her. I started eating while watching a tennis match.

After sometime, an odour reached my nostrils. It was the smell of some amazing spaghetti. After a while, Nishtha entered the living room with her plate full of spaghetti.

She was sitting right in front of me, devouring and appreciating the food she cooked herself. She was making weird sounds too, like moaning. I never liked any disturbances while watching a match. The sounds she was making, the way she was eating and even her presence was irritating me too much.

It annoyed me to such an extent that I was about to lash out at her. But I somehow controlled myself and went to my room. But the memories of ,in what circumstances I had to marry her, flooded my mind.

Flashback

I entered the Singhania mansion on an unfortunate afternoon as my mother had immediately demanded my presence at the house.

As soon as I entered the living room, I saw that mom, dad and grandpa, all were sitting there with an happy expression but Ahaan wasn't looking much happy.

"What's up guys?" I asked.

My mom stood up and hugged me tightly. "Guddu, you're getting married." She exclaimed happily.

"Guys, did you call me urgently, just for playing a prank?" I asked and chuckled.

"Nobody is playing a prank lad, you really are getting married." My grandpa said.

"What ??? What are you saying, I'm not getting anything!" I asked realizing that they weren't joking perhaps. Then he narrated about his and his best friend's deal, his best friend's last wish and all.

"Ok, so what should I do? I have nothing to do with it. Ahaan is surely a husband material, ask him to marry your best friend's grand daughter." I said as a matter of fact and Ahaan just glared at me.

"Guddu, she is older than Ahaan!" My mom said.

"So what? Priyanka Chopra is 10 years older than Nick Jonas." I stated.

"Guddu! This is not our culture." Mom smacked my arm and said. Stereotypes !

"If you don't marry her, Papa (dad) will give our company to them." My dad said seriously and that's when I realized why Ahaan wasn't looking happy. I glanced at my grandfather and he nodded.

"What on the earth people! What a stupid deal it is !" I said raising my voice.

"Language young man!" My grandpa said.

"Why do you want to destroy my life and the life of that girl I don't even know!" I said to grandpa. Because according to that deal, the girl would also have to do the same thing that I was being forced to do.

"You must be knowing her. I forgot to mention, my best friend Lt. Jayant's surname is Oberoi, so his grand daughter is Nishtha Oberoi. You have heard her name right?" My grandpa said.

"Nishtha Oberoi???? That ice queen???? She isn't my type at all!" I said.

"Of course she is ! She is smart, competitive, successful and belongs to a reputed family." My mom said proudly.

From what I have heard about Nishtha Oberoi, she would hate to marry a stranger and that too ME. Because let me tell you, my reputation is not good at all when it comes to relationships. All of my 'affairs' are out in the media.

Flashback end

Whenever our parents asked us to meet each other before the wedding, none of us ever understood the purpose of it as we anyways had no choice but to marry each other. Therefore either of us always ditched the plan.

The TV was so loud that my head started to throb. I opened the door of my room and went straight to the living room and switched the T.V. off.

"What is your problem?" She asked, as if she doesn't know already.

"Do I really need to answer that question? Ok then let me fulfill this wish of yours. You ! You are my problem ! You couldn't let me eat peacefully, now at least let me sleep !" I said. Yes, I could have asked her to switch off the TV properly but as a short tempered person I was already trying my best to not lose my calm.

"You could just ask me to switch off the TV in a proper manner too. But no, you just had to do the honors yourself." I mean I could but why would I want to.

"First of all, I don't need to ASK you to switch off the TV, because this is MY house. And if someone here needs to learn any manners, then it's you." I reminded her just in case she had forgotten. Plus she was the one who started to annoy me in the first place.

"Ok fine... I'm sorry!" She said. I must admit that I was a bit shocked. I didn't know this woman can apologize and all.

"No problem. But from the next time, don't touch the TV remote, eat in your room, sleep in your room and do whatever you want to do in your room, quietly." I stated the rules and regulations I needed her to follow. I knew she wouldn't, but still.

"And why should I listen to you??" She asked raising her eyebrows. She was soooooo annoying !

"Because this is MY house and I'll live here the way I want to. You are living here just for the sake of it. " I said stepping closer to her. My intentions were to intimidate her so that she would walk to her room without saying anything further.

"Because this is MY house and I'll live here the way I want to. This isn't your house." I tried my best to show her her place.

"Oh wow, I had no idea about that. I was expecting that my life would become a fairytale after I marry you. But just to let you know, I'm not helpless and basically stupid like Cinderella and you are nowhere near Prince Charming." Ouch, that hurt. She was nothing like my ex Anahita, that bitch, she used to talk very sweetly to me to woo me. But this woman standing right in front of me was nothing like her, Nishtha was smart and had her own stand.

But how could I let her roast me like that? I was Paras Singhania after all.

"How can I be Prince Charming when you are Maleficent?" I was obviously joking. She was so beautiful and brave and I also call her 'ice queen' ,she was definitely Elsa.

"Hey how can you ..." She was about to say something but I cut her off as I was in no mood of arguing with her.

"Great small talk Nishtha Oberoi. Now, kindly go to your room and I'll go to mine because I have to sleep as I have a meeting in the morning. And I'm sure as the 'future CEO' of your company, you must be having a lot of work to do too." I said. I said it sarcastically but there was nothing untrue about that sentence.

I went to my room too. After a few moments, I heard the sound of a melodious song coming from her room, it was a song I had never heard before. Nishtha Oberoi, you never fail to surprise me.

I wanted to sleep but I couldn't, I don't know why.

The next day, I woke up grumpy. I somehow freshened up, got ready and was walking towards the kitchen to grab breakfast while trying to tie my neck tie. I saw her there trying to find something in the fridge. Oh yes, there was practically nothing in the fridge.

"There are no breakfast ingredients in the kitchen today because I didn't get anything because of the wedding. Stop at starbucks on your way." Not that I cared about her or anything. As a fellow human being I didn't want another human to stay hungry. And her father also told me once that she falls sick even when she skips a single meal, she gets all feverish and tipsy.

After a while she walked in the living room.

"We need to talk about a few things." I said.

"And what are those things?" She asked.

"To avoid staying in headlines, we need to pretend to be a real couple in front of media." I knew that she knew it very well as she was also the daughter of a business tycoon but I wanted to initiate a small talk with her that is why I said it.

"You need to come to business parties with me, sometimes to the club and to watch my tennis matches." I said and she didn't look annoyed at all. It was like, she was habitual of attending such things. Of course she was!

"I know. But you also need to come with me at fundraising and charity events and to watch my football matches." Football ! She even played football !!! Like she was a total all rounder ! This girl always managed to surprise me in the most subtle ways.

"Done." I said and started to fix my tie again. Damn what was wrong with this tie today?

Just then I felt her hands on my tie. "W...hat are you doing?" I asked instantly.

"Shh ... I'm just trying to fix your tie because you are not being able to do the same since I don't know how many minutes." Yeah she was right... I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was.

"Done." Done? Why so soon? I wanted to look at you some more. Before I could even thank her she left for work.

Trust me, I couldn't stop thinking about her the whole day. Not that I wanted to think about her, it's just that I couldn't stop!

Heyyy guysss !!! This is the first chapter which has the pov of Paras. I hope you liked it. Please tell me how's the plot so far in the comment section. Love you all