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Throughout the night I was not able to sleep.
I laid awake staring at the ceiling and exchanging text messages without emphasis and false flattery, with my future husband.
After all, it was only a stupid job. And who like to work?
Thinking about it ,though, for me it meant a lot more.
This arranged marriage as inconvenient, expensive and well let's say it all, sad, was my chance to change my life and leave the past behind. It was my second chance built with so much effort and so many regrets.
Before reaching the final decision to leave my country and my family, I had been brooding over a lot , but when I decided what would be, I went straight and fast like a train .
I posted the ad on the internet, I had a passport, I bought some new clothes and waited anxiously that the box of my e-mail to fill with names that accepted my request or asking for more information.
Men willing to arrange marriage in exchange for money were so many. And among the hundreds of nicknames that I had read, including HotGuy007, SexyOnlyForYou and OnMyBedNow, I had chosen the most normal and that doesn't seem to conceal hidden meanings: Arnav Singh Raizada.
My phone rang again. I hurried to take it from my purse, while the yellow cab with black leather seats, continued its unstoppable run to the chapel.
"I'm already here, I'll wait out here. I have a black suit, but they all have black clothes. I hope that at this point, you remember my face. "
My heart began to beat wildly. In a few minutes I arrived at the destination, I would have walked down the aisle with an unknown man and a priest would have joined us in matrimony.
At that time the decision I had taken didn't seem so wise. Indeed seemed crazy and not beautiful and good.
"Here we are, miss".
The taxi stopped next to a busy sidewalk. Through the window, I saw dozens and dozens of pairs in a row, holding hands or kissing regardless of the people around him. Some were elegantly dressed, others were wearing ridiculous outfits suitable for a costume party, but the thing that united them all was excitement. Everyone except me and the black-haired boy who had just opened the cab and was holding me his hand.
"Good afternoon Khushi" he said.
" Good afternoon" I whispered, dropping intimidated a twenty dollar bill in the front seat of the car.
Before touching the hand of Arnav, I wiped my sweaty palms on the skirt of my white suit. Even if the wedding was fake, Arnav had imposed a semblance of truth ... He said that the immigration office who has the practices of our marriage and those of my subsequent residence permit, could play some serious controls, sure it was not a staged just to get a green card. Apparently it was a fairly common practice ... and I thought I had come up with the plan of the century.
For a moment I wondered what will happen if they found our crime, then I told myself that it was better not to think about it.
" Are you okay? "He asked me gently kissing my hand, just as did the knights as soon as they met the lady.
"You want to back out" He asked me quietly.
I could not understand how he could be so calm at a time like that. However, his question made me a strange effect. I flashed to respond with a nice yes.
Yes, Arnav. I'm sorry I wasted your time, if I gave you scrapes, but I cannot marry you, it's crazy. I got it all wrong, sorry.
But if I had not married, my visa would expire in three months and I would be forced to return to London, running into certain doom. And ugly.
" No, I'm sure what I'm doing " I said resolutely. "You?".
He nodded, looking at the row in front of him.
"I'm sure" he said
Who knows how would react my parents once I told that I wouldn't come back home and I had married an American. Would they come to take me or would theynot talk to mebecause ofthe disappointment?
Maybe I could omit the marriage for a while ... I would have said that I had found a well-paid job and that I was going to visit them as soon as I could. I was still twenty-three, I was no longer a child.
The river of my thoughts broke off abruptly when I heard Arnav's hand to shake mine. The awkward and forced contact with his warm skin, caused me a pleasant feeling coupled with a memory of something beautiful that I had not felt in a long time.
In any case, he should not dare to touch me. Clear agreements make for good friends. We were far beyond the semblance of truth and he should not afford to go beyond the limit.
"Listen" I started with an annoyed tone.
"You listen" he said looking in my eyes.
Hmm ... he had beautiful eyes, a strange color ranging from brown to caramel and together with black hair and red lips, created an irresistible mix and hard to not to look.
"I'm just holding you hand, okay? I'm not doing it for personal pleasure and not for the best of erotic fantasies. I do it because I have to. Maybe someone is watching us"
He's right. "What an idiocy" I blurted, just for the pleasure to go against him.
"For ten thousand dollars, it is not worth ending up in jail for aiding and abetting illegal immigration with crime of false ... false ... I do not remember, however, you understand, I hope. And you will not get a Green Card and you'll be expel from the country for life ".
I shook his hand, taking two steps forward, following the serpentine of people advancing toward what seemed at the time the scaffold of God, and not the altar.
"Okay?" I growled without looking at him.
" We begin to understand." He said.
I hated his seriousness. Why was not he smiling? I hated even his control. Why did not lose his temper?
I hated to death perpetually feel uncomfortable and out of place, both in attitudes and in the emotions that I plucked. It seemed that I was the only one not to have a place in the world.
Among the comings and goings of thoughts, however, I could not help thinking that Arnav was honest not to take advantage of the situation. He just holding my hand.
I hoped that no one was watching us. I was sure he/she would have immediately noticed our coldness, our distance though we were close ...
I took a step toward him, to touch his elbow. He was taller than me and if he had raised his arm to hug me, I probably would have lost in his embrace.
"Anyway Khushi" he said whispering in my hair. "You look ravishing this afternoon."
I looked at him puzzled to see if he was serious, if he was acting the part of the sweet boyfriend or if he tried to flirt going against my rules ... and frankly I did not understand. Well another point in its favor. Then, however, I realized that I had figured out something else ... means, that when he smiled like that, barely lifting a corner of his mouth, he was really sexy.
Okay, two points in his favor.
"Here they are."
Arnav always holding back an amused smile, took out two rings from his jacket pocket and handed them to Bob.
How strange that he had thought about him, we have not really talked about it. In any case I would have refunded the money he had spent.
Arnav looked at me puzzled and I did not know how to interpret his looks, it bothered me. However, I had to admit that unlike a few hours before he seemed looser and less serious, that cold neighborhood bully attitude, it was almost gone and his smiles became more and more frequent.
"About it" I said, watching my wedding ring. " I want to repay the faith. Luckily youhad thought about it, I had missed it completely".
"You do not have to give me anything" he said
" I want to repay you. Allow me to give you at least half the money."
My ring was really nice. It was all smooth gold and on the surface there were three small diamonds. He must have paid a lot. Sure ... he could have been limited, it was still a fake marriage.
"Half of the money would amount to five dollars. I do not die of starvation if you do not give me back the five dollars of your ring".
" Five dollars?" I repeated in a faint voice.
"Yes, I bartered with my Di. She is full of junk and the combination wished she had two rings very similar >>.
I looked at my ring and it did not seem at all a junk or one of those things of costume jewelry. It was the same as that worn by Arnav, only that his was devoid of diamonds.
"Are you sure that they are fake?."
"Very much.And I believe that together they have cost much less than ten dollars. I was robbed as usual" he replied
"Where do I bring you gentlemen?" Asked the taxi driver interrupting us.
"At the Palace Hotel" Arnav said firmly.
I looked at him to see what he had in mind, and once again I could not. The previous night we had talked a lot, more than anything else we had clashed, but each of our ideas on where and how to spend time after the wedding, had been only just an idea.
Noticing my gaze, he looked at me with obvious lifting the corner of his mouth that way so sexy.
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