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HIII SWEET DOLLS…HOPE YOU ALL ARE WELL…I'M AGAIN HERE WITH NEXT CHAPTER… JUST WISHED AND HOPE YOU ALL LOVE THIS CHAPTER ALSO….

I'M NOT GOING TO START MY NON-STOP BLABBERING…ONLY WANNA SAY HAPPY READING

CHAPTER-3

Virat glanced around, satisfied with the result.

His private conference room provided a business atmosphere, and the bouquet of fresh flowers his secretary had placed in the center of the table offered a personal touch amongst the plush wine carpeting, the rich gleam of cherry wood, and buttery leather chairs.

The contracts were neatly laid out, along with an elegant silver tray filled with tea, coffee, and a variety of pastries.

Formal, yet friendly—which would reflect the tone of their marriage.

He ignored the pitch deep in his gut when he thought of encountering Manvi Chaudhary again.

He wondered how she'd grown. The stories his sister shared with him painted a picture of a reckless, impulsive woman.

He initially balked at Maggie's suggestion—Manvi didn't fit the image he needed.

Stubborn memories of a free-spirited kid with a ponytail bobbing teased his thoughts, even though he knew she owned a respectable bookstore.

He still thought of her as Maggie's playmate, even though he hadn't seen her in years.

But time was running out.

They shared a distant past, and he sensed Manvi could be trusted. She may not fit his idea of the perfect wife, but she needed money.

Fast.

Maggie remained silent regarding the reason, but painted Manvi as desperate. A need for cash he was comfortable with—it was black and white. No gray areas. No ideas of intimacy between them.

A formal business transaction between old friends.

Virat could live with that.

He reached for the intercom to buzz his secretary, but the heavy door smoothly swung open at the same time and closed with a solid click.

He turned.

Deep brown eyes cut straight to his with little hesitation and a clearness that told him this woman would lose any poker game—she was brutally honest and unwilling to bluff.

He recognized her gaze well enough, but age had changed the colors to a disturbing mix of aquamarine and sapphire.

Certain images came to mind—plumbing the depths of the Caribbean Sea in search of its mysteries.

A canvas of Sinatra's umbrella a skies stretched so far and wide a man couldn't find the beginning or end.

Her eyes were startling against the long black of her hair, which consisted of natural curls that tumbled past her shoulders and framed her face with a natural attraction and wildness she seemed unable to tame.

High cheekbones set off a lush mouth. He used to ask her if she'd been stung by a bee, then crack up laughing.

The joke was on him.

Hot male fantasies were built around a mouth like hers—and it had nothing to do with bees.

Just honey.

Preferably warm, sticky honey poured over those plump lips and slowly licked off.

Ah, hell.

He reigned himself in and finished his inspection.

He remembered torturing her when he found out she had growing up now.

An early developer, she'd been mortified by his discovery, and he'd used the information wisely.

Now, it wasn't funny anymore.

Her perfect body feature ware as lush as her mouth, and matched the curve of her hips.

She was tall, and this package of female temptation came all wrapped up in a fiery red dress that emphasized her cleavage, skimmed over her hips, and fell to the floor.

Scarlet Toenails peeked through shiny red sandals.

She remained still in the doorway, as if allowing him to drink his fill before she decided to speak.

Feeling somewhat staggered, Virat fought past his discomposure and relied on professionalism to hide his reaction.

Manvi Chaudhary had grown up well.

A little too well for his taste.

But there was no need to let her know.

He offered her the same neutral smile he'd offer any business associate.

"Hello, Manvi.

It's been a long time." She smiled back but it didn't reach her eyes……or seen some kind of hatred which can't describe….she comes like mysterious girl.

She shifted her feet and fisted her hands.

"Hello, Virat. How are you?"

"Fine. Please sit down.

Can I pour you coffee? Tea?"

"Coffee, please."

"Cream? Sugar?"

"Cream. Thank you." She slid gracefully into the cushioned chair, swiveled away from the desk, and crossed her legs.

The slinky red material crept up and gave him a glimpse of olive skin, smooth and athletic.

He concentrated on the coffee. "black coffee for him".

He asked her type of coffee she preferred.

"No, thank you." she said

"Sure?" Virat asked

"Yes. I'd never be able to stop at one. I've learned not to tempt myself. "

The word tempt fell from her lips in a low, smoky voice that stroked his ears.

He became hard which is uncontrollable for him and he realized her voice stroked other places as well. Completely disconcerted by his reaction to a woman he wanted no physical contact with; he focused on preparing her coffee and sat across from her.

They studied each other for a few moments and the silence lengthened.

Manvi broke the silence and she plucked at the delicate gold bracelet encircling her wrist. "I'm sorry about your Ur grandfather."

"Thank you. Did Maggie fill you in on the details?"

"The whole thing sounds crazy."

"It is. Ur grandfather believed in family but he knows u is not and before he died he was convinced I'd settle down.

Therefore, he decided a strong push would be for my own good."

"You don't believe in marriage?"

He shrugged. "Marriage is unnecessary. The dream of forever is a fairy tale. White knights and monogamy don't exist."

She drew back in surprise. "You don't believe in making a commitment to another person?"

"Commitments are short-lived. Sure, people mean it when they confess love and devotion, but time erodes all the good stuff and leaves the bad. Do you know anyone who is happily married?"

Who is happily married?"

She parted her lips, and then lapsed into silence. "Besides my parents?

I guess not.

But that doesn't mean there aren't happy couples."

"Maybe." His tone contradicted his partial agreement.

"I guess there are a lot of issues we don't agree upon," she said, and shifted in her seat then re-crossed her legs.

"We'll need some time together to see if this thing will work."

"We have no time. The wedding has to take place by the end of next week. It doesn't matter if we get along. This is strictly a business arrangement."

She narrowed her eyes. "I see you're the same overbearing bully who teased me about my body feature.

Some things don't change."

He focused his attention on the dip of her dress. "I guess you're right. Some things remain the same.

Others keep expanding."

Her breath caught at the jab, but she surprised him when she smiled. "And other things remain small." Her pointed stare settled directly…. (u can guess, use ur mind he he he)

Virat almost sputtered in his coffee but managed to set the cup down with calm dignity.

A rush of heat punched his gut as he remembered the days when they were kids.

He had been teasing Manvi mercilessly about the changes in her body when Maggie snuck up behind him and yanked down his swim trunks. Exposed in all senses of the word, he'd stalked away and pretended the whole episode didn't bother him.

But the memory still ranked as his most embarrassing moment.

He motioned to the papers in front of her. "Maggie told me you needed a specific amount of money. I kept the figure open for negotiation."

An odd expression crossed her face. Her features tightened, and then smoothed back out.

"Is this the contract?" He nodded.

"I know you'll need your lawyer to look it over."

"No need. A friend of mine is a lawyer. I learned enough, since I helped him study for the bar exam.

May I see it?" He slid the papers over the polished wood. She reached in her purse for a pair of small, black reading glasses and pushed them up the bridge of her nose. Minutes passed as she studied the contract.

He took the opportunity to study her. His strong attraction irritated him. Manvi wasn't his type.

She was too curvy, too direct, too…real.

He liked to know he was safe from any emotional outbursts if something didn't go her way.

Manvi scared the hell out of him. Something in his gut whispered she wouldn't be easy to handle.

She spoke her opinion and exhibited emotions without thought. Such reactions caused danger and havoc and messiness.

The last thing he needed in a marriage.

Yet…

He trusted her.

Those sapphire eyes bespoke a certain determination and fairness. Her promise meant something.

After a year, he knew she'd walk away without a glance backward or a desire for more money.

The scale tipped in her favor.

One cherry red fingernail tapped the edge of the page in a steady rhythm.

She looked up.

Virat wondered why her skin took on such a pale tone when she'd seemed so flushed and healthy a moment ago.

"You have a list of requirements?" She said it as if she were accusing him of a capital crime instead of making a list of assets and liabilities.

He cleared his throat. "Just a few qualities I'd like my wife to have." She opened her mouth to speak but no words emerged.

She seemed to struggle to get them free.

"You want a hostess, an orphan, and a robot all rolled into one. Is that fair?"

He took a deep breath. "You're exaggerating.

Just because I'd like to marry someone with grace and business sense, doesn't mean I'm a monster."

She gave an unladylike snort. "You want a Step ford wife without the s**.

Haven't you learned anything about women at yet?"

"I learned plenty. That's why my Grandfather had to force me into an institution that favors women in the first place."

She gasped. "Men get plenty out of marriage!"

"Like what?"

"Steady s** and companionship."

"After six months the headaches start and you bore each other to tears."

"Someone to grow old with."

"Men never want to grow old. That's why they keep seeking out younger women."

Her mouth dropped open. She closed it with one quick snap. "Children…a family…someone who will love you in sickness and health."

"Someone who spends all your money and nags you every night and bitches about cleaning up your mess."

"You're sick."

"You're deluded."

She shook her head, causing her silky black curls to lift around her face, then slowly settle.

The flush was back in her skin. "God, your parents really screwed you up," she muttered.

"Thank you, Miss Chaudhary."

"What if I don't fit in all these categories?"

"We'll work on it."

Her eyes narrowed and she bit her lower lip.

Virat flashed back to the first time he saw her, when he was sixteen…. At that particular time he wanted to kiss her till than when he was satisfy…

And nothing is change from past to present…. He also wanna kiss her… lush lip invites him like anything and he wanted to grab her and satisfy himself and imagined how his mouth had pressed against hers, feeling her tremble, feels of her hidden secret of mouth…. His fingers lightly caressing the waist….

flashback

Tanya told her about her encounter with him, her first kiss with him ….

How he loved her… what they do or spend quality of time…

And afterward waiting for the happily life forever.

Then she had smiled and told him she loved him.

Wanted to marry him.

He should have patted her on the head, said something nice, and gone on his way.

Instead, her marriage remark had been sweet and tempting in a way that had scared the crap out of him.

Even at sixteen, Virat knew no relationship could ever be beautiful—they all eventually turned ugly.

He'd laughed, called her a baby, and left her alone in the woods. The vulnerability and hurt in her face had torn at his heart, but he'd hardened himself to the emotion. The earlier she learned the better.

Virat had made sure they both learned tough lessons that day.

Flashback end

Manvi shook off from revive and concentrated on the present.

Sometime later Virat break the silence which filled in the room.

"Why don't you tell me what you're looking for in this marriage?" Virat asked

"One hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Cash Up front and not at the end of the year."

He leaned closer to her, intrigued. "Hell of a lot of money.

Gambling debts?"

An invisible wall slammed between them. "No."

"Shopping spree?"

Temper flared in her eyes. "None of your business.

Part of the deal is that you ask me no questions about the money or how I intend to use it."

"Hmmm, anything else?"

"Where do we live?"

"My home."

"I'm not giving up my house as well as my job of bookstore as well as singing." Surprise shot through him.

I'm only the person who can take care of them at yet…. They are depends upon me…

'Virat agreed' but

"As my wife, you'll need a proper wardrobe. You'll get all an ounce and have access to my personal shopper."

"I'll wear what I want, when I want, and pay my own damn way."

He fought back a smile. He almost enjoyed the match of minds, just like he had in the old days.

"You'll play hostess to my business associates. I have a huge deal on the line, so you have to make nice with the other wives."

"I can manage to keep my elbows off the table and laugh at their stupid jokes.

But I need to be free to run my own business and enjoy my own social life."

"Of course. I expect you to carry on your individual lifestyle."

"As long as I don't embarrass you?"

"Exactly."

She tapped her toe in rhythm to her fingernails. "I've got some problems with this list."

"I'm a flexible person."

"I'm very close to my family and they'll need a good reason to believe I'm suddenly getting married."

"Just tell them we ran into each other after all these years and decided to marry." Virat said

Manvi rolled her eyes. "They're not allowed to know about this arrangement, so they need to believe we're madly in love.

You'll have to come to dinner so we can make the announcement. And it needs to be convincing." He remembered about her family and love they share for each other.

"So I've to convince your Biji?"

"Yes."

"You love her a lot." Aren't you…

Manvi is still silent be'coz no words are necessary here

He can see love and respect for her family…

".as you know very well about my family…I had Small family my Biji…. My little brother Dabbu.

They are only two in numbers but They'll ask a million questions and you have to be convincing."

He frowned. "I don't like complications."

"Tough luck. That's part of the deal."

Virat figured he'd give her the small victory. "Fine.

Anything else?"

"Yeah. I get a real wedding."

His eyes narrowed. "I was thinking justice of the peace."

"I was thinking of doing court marriage not a big one…. with my family in attendance and Maggie as maid of honor."

"I don't like weddings."

"So you've said. My family will never believe I eloped. We have to do this for them."

"I'm marrying you for business reasons, Manvi. Not your family."

Maybe you make your family fool that so easily but it's not easy for me..

Her chin tilted up.

He made a mental note of the gesture.

Seemed like a warning before she charged into battle.

"Believe me, I'm not happy about this either, but we have to play the part if people are going to think this is real."

His features tightened but he managed a nod. "Fine." His voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Anything else?" She looked a bit nervous as she shot him a glance, then rose from the chair and began pacing the room.

His focus switched to her perfect rear end, swinging back and forth, and his zipper strained in discomfort.

His last fleeting rational thought skipped past his vision.

Cut your losses here and now and walk out the door. This woman is going to turn your life upside down, diagonal and sideways, and you've always hated the fun house.

Virat fought the sudden surge of fear and waited for her answer.

THAT'S ALL FOR TODAY

I KNOW…. I KNOW

I STOPED IN VERY LONG PLACE

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