Marry him?

Ahana POV

He was still holding my waist and looking directly I to my soul. His eyes were finding something in my eyes  I don't know I have. But the question why he wanna marry me like I am not beautiful,not rich and also I am just 19 a teenager girl,a brat and very childish .

But the thing I am feeling right now is that  coldness in his eyes since he came has changed there is something else that I don't know and also I don't want to know

A coughing voice came of Rajveer and just as he distracted to him his grip on my waist loosen  and I fall just like sand and my ass landed on floor a loud groan escapes from my mouth as I cursed him the most unholiest things in very low voice that he can't listen then while looking at him from floor I felt he is like the shelf of my house where I need to take stool to reach but then

I stand up saying with fury,

" are pagal ho kya aise kaun fekta hai tumhare baap ki property hu kya ?"

(Are you mad who throws like this am I your father's property)

And then by forgetting that I asked him out of my curiosity

," why you wanna marry me" with a confused look.

He says with cold look again I think he has mood swings,

"Because your father wanted us to get married"

and after hearing that I became more confused why my father would want that like he is in that man's control right .

so I asked him ,"ek min tumne hi mere papa ko gas chamber mein hostage karke rakha hai na"

then he with his expression saying the whole root of problem is the person standing before him says,

" see I am going to do because of your father" and I with a side eye ,

" and why would you even listen to him huh? Aren't he in your control?"

He ignored my question  what kind of man this is as he walked to the guy named Rajveer I remembered when he told me that  while I was holding pepper spray. I don't know but as the time passed I didn't felt much fear. I wanted to ask that man his name but it will be awkward so I just shrugged off that thought and saw him taking a file from Rajveer and giving it to me and with firm and cold gesture he said,

" Read it your father's terms and conditions of getting m HE made it"

I reached to that file and started reading everything was fine I can continue my studies also can do job if want.

" My father just wanted to my marriage then why can't Rajveer marry me"

with a serious tone as I know more about him than that man whose name also I don't know I was looking directly into Rajveer's eyes he was looking confused at first.

then that man said with his brows lifted,

" did you just propose him?"

And at that time I realised what does it mean and then Rajveer unimpressed said with a flat voice, deadpan,

" I have girlfriend"

and to that me and that man said," whatttttttttttttt" in unison.

Okay that  was a more like shock to me because the guy like him having girlfriend looks impossible and then that man said with fury,

" abe chutiya tune mujhe nhi bataya?"

(Asshole why didn't you tell me)

At that I just laughed internally and slightly pouted to them then I said with some hesitation,

"umm I thought I should marry whose atleast name I knew"

that man with cold expression said,

" you should have just asked me instead of proposing someone "

then he raised his hand towards me for a handshake as if waist hold for whole 10 mins wasn't enough said,

" I am Vivaan Malhotra"

I shaked hands as my gaze was fixed on him and then I realised that  what did he said and with a more shock than being surprised I said,"You are THE Vivaan Malhotra,The CEO of Malhotra industries, owner of 6 lakh crore rupees, owner of more than 5000 acres of land and influence over the more than half of the world!!!"

and for that he just noded barely an acknowledgement I saw Rajveer chuckled at my outburst then I again started reading as only last clause was left.

My brain just short circuited when read that divorce is not allowed after signing this agreement and I ask that man-vihaan with a fury ,

" why divorce isn't allowed?"

He gave me an unreadable look with cold voice almost flat and said,

" your father created so don't ask me silly questions"

then I said ,

"how can I live with you my whole life huh? It's like cage "

he with a cold,firm voice,

" because it is and there is no other way for you than this to save your father"

I didn't know how to react to his brutal words so I just noded and signed as I really don't have any other way to save him and then Vivaan with his cold gaze as I can see his jaw tightening said,

"tomorrow is Wedding at 11 am western style we don't have time for indian wedding and take Rajveer's number for any problem call him"

western it means kiss. then without losing a beat in furious look I said

" I am not gonna kiss your disgusting, fucking mouth".

And for that he just shook his head and went outside to stairs his look was that 'I don't care'.

I just stood there thinking Now I am alone at home. I am the type of person who loves to stay at home ,eat, sleep,see kdramas,etc but today after the thing I came to know is I am getting married soon like so much soon and........ My father is fighting for his life still want me to get married uhh what kind of father am I even saving. I must say he has got guts who convinced THE Vivaan Malhotra.

Time skips..

Then by 11 pm I got a message from Rajveer's number.

Message:

hey,

I'm Rajveer

So I will not waste much time directly at point so the reason I just found out why your father wants you to marry vivaan

reason no.1) he thinks because of you your elder sister died.

Reason no.2) he wants you to suffer with him as he knows vivaan is not the type of person who will take care of you so that he even added the clause of disallowing divorce

See now it really doesn't matter whether you wanted to save your father or not because your father had control over the shipment of trucks I don't want to give you more info about that but your father blackmailed us so that we want marriage certificate by hook or crook.

My hands trembled as I read the message.

The world suddenly felt heavier — like the air around me had thickened. My vision blurred as tears pricked my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.

So that’s it.

My father didn’t want me to save him.

He wanted to punish me.

The room felt colder. My own heartbeat echoed too loudly.

I laughed bitterly, shaking my head. “So this is it, huh? A father’s love… wrapped in betrayal.”

Outside, the city lights blinked — cruel and distant. Somewhere far away, Vivaan Malhotra probably didn’t even remember I existed.

And tomorrow, I’d be standing beside him.

In a white dress I didn’t choose.

With a ring I didn’t want.

And a fate I didn’t ask for.

My phone buzzed again. Another message from Rajveer.

> Rajveer: Please bring a flower girl. 🙏

I stared at the screen, blinking. Flower girl? Oh no… I completely forgot about the flower girl! How could I have forgotten something so important? Panic fluttered in my chest. And then, the terrifying thought hit me — who even was going to be the flower girl?

My mind went into overdrive. I could ask in the group chat… but no, that would be chaos. Everyone would start asking questions, and then I’d have to explain why I was even getting married in the first place. And no way was I telling the truth.

Ugh, I can’t tell them I’m marrying someone I don’t even like. Or maybe, someone I barely know…

I chewed the inside of my cheek, thinking fast. There was only one solution: a tiny, harmless lie. Just… a minor one. Not dangerous. Just enough to get a flower girl without giving away the entire disaster that was my life.

So, I typed back to Rajveer, trying to sound calm even though my heart was doing somersaults.

> Me: I have to lie to bring a flower girl.

He replied almost immediately:

> Rajveer: What lie?

I hesitated, fingers hovering over the keyboard. Then I took a deep breath and typed, my hands shaking slightly:

> Me: Umm… actually it’s just a minor lie. I’m going to tell them I’m marrying someone I love.

There. Harmless. Simple. Sort of.

Rajveer’s reply came fast, his tone… unreadable even in text.

> Rajveer: I don’t know what to say to this… but somehow, just bring the flower girl.

I let out a nervous laugh, my fingers fumbling with the phone. Okay, he sounded slightly amused — or maybe just exasperated — but at least he wasn’t asking too many questions.

> Me: Ok… so I’m going to lie.

> Rajveer: Yup. Ok. Good night.

I stared at the screen, my lips twitching. Good night? There was no good night for me. My entire world had just turned upside down in a matter of hours. “Good night” was for people who didn’t have billionaires in their living rooms or contracts that didn’t allow divorce.

Me: Hehe… there’s no good night for me, though. Bye.

I set the phone down, my mind racing. The flower girl, the lie, the wedding tomorrow… everything was spinning. I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff, and the wind was laughing at me. My chest tightened, a mix of anxiety and the absurdity of my own thoughts.

Okay, just a minor lie. I repeated in my head like a mantra. It’s harmless. Nothing catastrophic. No one will know… except maybe Vivaan, but he won’t care. He never cares.

My fingers hovered over the keyboard for a good two minutes before I finally gathered the courage to type in the group chat.

The group name glared back at me — “Chaotic Four 💥💀💋”. Perfect name, honestly. It described us too well.

So I took a deep breath and wrote:

> Me: I am going to marry tomorrow.

The moment I hit send, I regretted it.

Instantly, three dots started appearing — one after another.

Then all three of them were typing at once.

All of them. At midnight.

I stared at my screen, deadpan. What kind of humans are these?

It was 12 a.m. and somehow everyone was wide awake, ready to roast me alive. Not even ghosts worked this efficiently. 😮‍💨

Within seconds, the messages started flooding in—

> Aaryan: Nice joke, babe.

> Raghav: Ohh, so you finally found your fictional man?

> Kavya: I would like to become the flower girl. 😌💐

I rolled my eyes so hard I could almost see my brain.

Typical.

Absolutely typical.

They thought I was joking. They always thought I was joking. And maybe, sometimes, I was. But not tonight. Not when my whole life had just flipped like a badly written K-drama plot twist.

So I typed again, trying to sound serious even though my hands were still trembling:

> Me: I am serious, guys.

There was a pause.

For a solid five seconds, no one typed.

Then—

> Aaryan: But weren’t you the one who said you won’t marry anyone till you’re 25?

> Raghav: Gurl, are you mad? 💀

> Kavya: I’m just waiting for you to say it’s a joke. 👀

I let out a long sigh, staring at their messages. They’ll never believe me.

They knew me too well — the drama queen who cried over fictional characters, who swore she’d never get married before achieving something big, who said she’d choose sleep over love any day.

And now I was supposed to convince them that I was actually getting married? Tomorrow?

My life really had turned into a circus.

I started typing again, my heart pounding like I was confessing to a crime.

> Me: If you can, please come to my home immediately. 🙏

I stared at the message after sending it.

The room was silent except for the ticking clock and my own heartbeat echoing inside my head.

A few moments later, the chat blew up again—

> Kavya: Wait, WHAT?!

Raghav: You serious-serious?

Aaryan: Do you want us to bring snacks or a lawyer?

I couldn’t help but smile weakly at that. That was so them. Sarcasm in a crisis. Teasing in tragedy. Comfort through chaos.

But I meant what I said — I needed them. I needed their presence, their madness, their warmth. Because tomorrow… tomorrow I’d be stepping into a world that didn’t feel like mine anymore.

So I just sat there, clutching my phone, waiting for one of them to say "On our way.”

The doorbell rang.

I jumped so hard I nearly dropped my phone. My heart was doing somersaults, and my brain was a mess of panic and adrenaline. “Oh god… they actually came,” I muttered, rushing to open the door.

I saw them. Aaryan in grey sweatpants and a banyan like he was going to sleep but someone wake him up midnight though that's true he was breathing so fast like he just ran and the fact everyone ran here at midnight almost 1 am. Kavya wearing a night wear of Dior rich-rich her face was somehow excited for no reason and Raghav in half pant ohh he didn't even wore a full pant hmm and wearing a shirt whose buttons were upside down and he was looking like he was investigating a crime.

“Finally! Took you long enough,” I said, voice forced casual, trying to keep my panic from leaking out.

“Uh… yeah, about your little text,” Raghav started, raising an eyebrow. “You do realize you’re telling us at midnight that you’re getting married tomorrow, right?”

“Yes!” I snapped — maybe too loudly. My hands were shaking, but I tried to look confident. “And before you even ask — no, it’s not a joke. I am getting married tomorrow.”

Kavya tilted her head, looking at me like I’d grown a second head. “Wait, serious-serious, or ‘Ahana’s usual drama’ serious?”

“SERIOUS serious!” I said, clapping my hands for emphasis. “I need your help. All of you. And don’t even try to argue.”

Aaryan laughed. “Help with… what exactly? Running away? Calling the cops?”

I rolled my eyes, exasperated. “No, idiot. I’m not running away. I’m… marrying the love of my life.”

Their mouths dropped open. Kavya actually gasped dramatically. “Love of your life? You mean… not one of your fictional K-drama crushes?”

I scowled. “No, not a fictional one! Someone very real. And very terrifying.”

Raghav leaned forward, squinting at me. “Ahana, are you okay? Because this sounds… like you’re hallucinating.”

“I’m completely okay,” I said, shoving him lightly. “But I need one of you to do something important.”

Kavya instantly perked up, excitement all over her face. “Me! Tell me! I’ll do anything!”

“Exactly why I’m picking you,” I said, pointing at her. “You. Flower girl. My best friend. The one person I trust to make me look even slightly normal while walking down the aisle. No arguments. You’re doing this. And yes, that includes wearing the dress I choose. No whining.”

Kavya’s face lit up. “Oh my god, you’re actually serious! I get to be the flower girl? I’ll even practice my toss and everything!”

“Good. You better,” I said, a grin tugging at my lips despite my panic. “Because tomorrow… it’s a circus. And I’m the main attraction. So I need you on my team, no excuses.”

Aaryan snorted. “This is insane. You just tell us you’re marrying someone you love, pick a flower girl, and act like it’s normal.”

“Well,” I said, standing a little straighter, trying to sound authoritative, “it is normal because I said so. Now stop staring like idiots and help me figure out the rest. I don’t have much time, and my life is literally about to be signed away by a billionaire.”

Raghav groaned. “And we’re just supposed to… what? Sit here and watch you panic?”

“Yes! Exactly!” I threw my hands up dramatically. “This is the moment you’ve been waiting for, the highlight of your lives. Witness your best friend completely losing it while pretending everything is fine!”

Kavya squealed, clapping her hands. “I’m ready! I’m honored! Flower girl duties accepted!”

I shot her a pointed look. “Good. I expect nothing less than perfection. No dropping petals, no tripping, no—”

“No promises there,” Kavya said mischievously, making me groan.

“Focus, people,” I said, glaring at both the boys. “We have work to do. Tonight, we plan. Tomorrow… we survive. And remember: this is serious. I’m marrying the love of my life, and you three are going to make sure it looks convincing to the rest of the world. Got it?”

“Got it,” they said, in varying tones of amusement, confusion, and disbelief.

I let out a long breath, suddenly realizing how absurd all of this must look from the outside. But internally, a spark of relief flickered — at least I had them. My chaos had a team. My panic had a safety net.

And Kavya… my flower girl… my best friend… my little anchor in the storm.

“Yes,” I whispered to myself. “Tomorrow, we survive. And Kavya… you better not ruin my aisle moment. Or else…”

Kavya laughed. “Or else what? You’ll make me walk in in heels with blindfolds?”

I groaned dramatically, collapsing into the couch. “You have no idea what horrors await you.”

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