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Chapter One
IT WAS A FAIRY TALE COME TRUE.Three months ago, Nupur had been struggling to pay her bills. Today, she no longer worked two jobs in San Francisco, scraping frozen rain off the window of the broken-down car she jump-started each night. As of an hour ago, she's become a baroness, with the world at her manicured fingertips.
And Dhruv was her husband.
Nupur glanced at her new husband across the enormous gilded ballroom of his castle in northern Sweden. The slender, blond baron looked sleek in his tuxedo, sipping champagne as he was deep in discussion with several young women.
She was his wife now.She should have been ecstatic. And yet, staring at Dhruv across the room, she suddenly found she couldn't breathe. 'Very fancy wedding, Baroness,'' her father teased, then frowned. 'But why are you so skinny these days, peanut? You been sick or something?'' Her mother elbowed him in the ribs. 'It's her wedding day,'' she hissed. 'Nupur looks beautiful!'' He looked her up and down accusingly.''She's skin and bone!'' Her mother patted her own full cheeks.''I dieted before my wedding to you, But of course __'' she sighed '__that was five children ago. For heaven's sake, let nupur enjoy being thin, because it won't last!''
But nupur didn't laugh, as she normally would have while being teased by her large, loving family.Nor did she tell them that she hadn't lost weight on purpose. She just never felt like she could relax around Dhruv, even though__or perhaps because__he constantly assured her she was perfect in every way.
She'd told herself it was wedding day jitters, but though she'd already spoken her vows she was still feeling queasier by the minutes.Was it because she hadn't eaten since yesterday? Or because the corset boning of the bodice of her wedding gown was laced too tightly, causing her breasts to spill over the top? She should have felt like the perfect Cindrella bride, in fullwhite skirts and with a diamond tiara sparkling above her long lave veil. But she still felt small and out-of-place in the castle.And her mother was a bloodhound where her children's emotions were concerned. In a minute, she'd ask questions, questions Nupur couldn't answer _ not even to herself.
Trembling, nupur set down her crystal flute on the tray of a passing waiter. " I'm going out for some fresh air."
'We'll come with you.''
'No. Please, I just need a minute. Alone__''
Turning, she fled the ballroom. She ran through the empty hallways of the castle and out into the dark winter's night. NUpur closed her eyes, taking a deep breath that burned her lungs in the Frozen February air. She was married now. She'd thought she would feel... different.
At twenty-five, she'd long been an object of pity to her friends and siblings, all of whom were married. Every time they'd said, 'you're too picky'' or 'who are you waiting for nupur__Prince charming?'' nupur had cried in private, in her lonely single apartment, but she'd still kept faith. She was determined not to settle. She would wait for true love, even if it took forever.
Then dhruv has walked into the San Francisco diner where she worked the morning shift.He'd sat down at the counter and odered coffee and the breakfast plate special. dhruv was a wealthy, handsome aristocrat who' gone to oxford, who had his own ancestral castle in Sweden.From the moment they'd met, he'd pursued nupur with reckless abandon. Men had pursued her before, and she'd never been interested.But dhruv's incredibly romantic, complimentary charm has swept her off her feet. A week ago, he'd proposed marriage. 'Let's elope today,'' he'd begged. 'I can't wait to have you as my wife.'' They'd had magical wedding.And tonight, they'd make love for the first time.
Was that why nupur felt this sinking feeling inside, like the cratering of her soul? She was nervous. That had to be the reason she felt so ill. She had nothing to be scared about, she told herself fiercely. Nothing. She'd just married the man of her dreams, so why was her body still shaking as if preparing to flee? What was wrong with her? She closed her eyes. 'Please,'' she prayed softly, 'let me have a happy marriage''.
'So,'' a deep voice said behind her, 'you are the bride.'' nupur whirled to face him, her skirts sweeping the snow.
A man, dark as shadow, stood infront of three black SUVs on the edge of the graveled courtyard.His black hair and coat were illuminated in the moonlight, where he stood beside a pale, solitary rowan tree. Nupur trembled as if she'd seen a ghost.She whispered, 'Who are you?'' Without a word, he started walking toward her. Something about his malevolent stare and the shadows of his face frightened her. Nupur suddenly realized how far she'd wandered from the castle, and how alone she was. Would anyone even hear her if she screamed? Ignoring the instincts that told her to turn and run, nupur folded her arms over her white corseted bodice. Lifting her chin, she waited for his answer. The stranger stopped directly in front of her, his body inches away from hers. He was so muscular and broad shouldered he had to be almost twice her weight. His black eyes gleamed down at her. 'Are you alone out here, little one?'' She shook her head.''There are hundreds of people inside the ballroom.'' His cruel, sensual lips curved upward. 'Ah, but you are not in the ballroom, you are alone.And do you not know,'' he said softly, 'how cold a winter night can be?''
COLD. A shiver went through her but she wasn't going to say that to a stranger. 'I am not afraid of a little snow.''
'Such bravery.'' The stranger's black eyes traced over her body, burning her wherever they touched. 'And yet you know why I've come.''
'Yes ofcourse'' she said, bewildered.
'But you do not run away?''
She blinked, even as her feet inched backward of their own volition, and said, 'Why would I run?''
His black eyes searched hers as if sifting through her soul. 'You actually take responsibility for your crime?''
She glanced back at the castle to reassure herself, her husband and family were near. She had no reason to be afraid. She was so overwrought she was imagining things!
'By crime' do you mean the wedding?'' she replied lightly. 'It was perhaps a bit overdone but that's hardly a crime,'' But the man didn't even smile. She cleared her throat. 'I am sorry,'' she said. 'I shouldn't joke. You must have traveled a long distance for our wedding, only to arrive an hour too late. That would make anyone upset.''
'Upset?'' he ground out. ' I'll get you some champagne inside,'' she urged. Her feet started inching back again toward the castle. 'Dhruv will be so happy to see you.'' The man barked a sudden laugh, 'is that another joke?''
Nupur stopped. 'Aren't you one of his friends?'' The man drew closer to her, 'NO, I am not his friend''. His body towered over hers without touching her, leaving her in shadow. She felt his physical strength like a threat. She had to flee for safety_now. 'Excuse me,'' she choked out, stumbling back. 'My husband's waiting for me.Hundreds of people_security guards, policemen_are waiting for our first dance as a married couple...''
The man's hand flew out to grab her upper arm over her translucent lace sleeve, gripping her tight, preventing her escape. 'Married?'' he repeated in cold furry. Why was he looking as If he might kill her for saying something so innocent and so obvious? 'Yes its our_ You are hurting me! ' His hand had tightened, gripping painfully into her arm. His black eyes stared down at her with deep, fathomless rage as he slowly looked from her breasts, which were pushed up by the tight bodice, to the enormous diamond ring and finally his eyes met hers, and it was like a blast fire as he said in a low voice, 'You both deserve to burn in hell for what you've done.'' She gaped at him. 'What? What are you talking about?''
'You know,'' he said in a low, grim voice.''And you know why I've come.''
'I don't!'' she panted, struggling in his brutal grip. 'Are you insane? Let me go!''
'You are a liar, just as I knew you'd be,'' he hissed in her ears, 'What I did not realize was that your would also be so beautiful.''
'You've... you've made some kind of mistake.'' She licked her dry lips. 'No mistake,'' he said roughly, his grip tightening on her shoulders. 'you have committed a crime. Now u will pay.''
'you're drunk__ or crazy?'' kicking his shins, she wrenched away from his grasp. Desperately she fled toward castle.she ran for safety, ran for her life. Toward her family and her new husband and the crowds of beautiful, laughing and celebrating Swedes.
But the stranger caught up with her. He seized her, lifting her up in his arms, holding her tightly against his chest as if she weighed nothing at all. Her white, translucent veil flew behind them as he carried her across the snowy garden.''What are you doing?Stop!'' she cried, kicking and struggling in his arms. 'Let me go! Help! Someone help me!''
He pushed her inside the back door of the last SUV, then slid in beside her, closing the door behind them. " go " he said. The driver stomped on the gas, scattering rocks and gravel as the back tried slid on a patch of ice. The other two cars roared ahead of them, as they sped into dark forested mountains of the countryside.
Nupur looked at the madman beside her, the stranger who'd just stolen her away from everyone she loved. " you kidnapped me,'' she whispered. 'from my own wedding reception, what do u want from me? Why have u taken me?'' The man reached for her as she had moved away from him to the edge of her seat. For a single moment she thought he meant to strike her, so she flinched, closing her eyes. Instead, she felt the tiara and veil ripped from her hair. Her eyes flew open and she saw his window rolling down as he gripped her diamond tiara and the white gauzy veil in one hand. 'what are u doing?'' she gasped. He didn't reply. He just flung the tiara and veil out onto the road. The window slid noiselessly back up. Nupur shaked in new fury, 'how dare you?''
'It was a fake,'' the man replied coldly.
'it's priceless heirloom.It has belonged to my husband's family for generations_____''
'fake,'' he cut her off. He turned away, adding in a low voice, 'as fake as your so-called marriage''.
'what?'' she whispered.
'you heard me''
'you're mad''
For a moment she thought he wouldn't answer that, either. Then his jaw twitched. 'you know your marriage is fake.Just as you know who I am.''
'I don't''.
'My name is Mayank Sharma,'' he bit out, watching her.
MAYANK SHARMA!
She'd hear dhruv shouting out the name in a rage in a Swedish diatribe to his assistants and bodyguards. Now her husband's apparent enemy had kidnapped her.
MAYANK SHARMA!!!
Nupur suddenly couldn't breathe. That name meant this wasn't a mistake. This wasn't a dream. She'd been kidnapped by her husband's enemy. And from what she'd seen, he was a remorseless, vicious villain with a heart of ice. 'What are u going to do with me?'' she whispered.
Mayank gave her a chilling smile.''Nothing, absolutely nothing.'' She didn't believe him for an instant. She had to get out of here, before he tossed her out the window next! She grabbed at her door handle, but it was locked.
Girmly, he shackled her wrists with his hands, pushing her back against the seat, his body crushing hers. 'You can not escape.''
'help!'' she screamed, though she knew it was hopeless. 'someone help me!''
'No help is coming for you, Nupur Bhushan.'' He looked down at her with hatred in his black eyes. 'You . . . are mine.''
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