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CHAPTER-4

Ah, hell.

Why did he have to be so damned gorgeous?

She snuck a glance at him as she paced. A vulgar curse rose to her lips but she forced it back down.

Growing up, she used to sneer and call him Pretty Boy because of his silky black hair. Those youthful curls had been tamed into a short, conservative cut, but some unruly strands fell across his brow in stubborn rebel ion. The colors had deepened with time, but reminded her of cereal, ranging from honey blond to wheat. His features had hardened—his jaw now slightly chiseled. Perfect white teeth flashed at her during that brief smile. His eyes were the same deep chocolate brown, and veiled secrets kept firmly locked behind a wall.

But his body…

He'd always been active, but when he crossed the room the elegant fabric of his navy blue colored pants moved and bent to his will, outlining long muscular legs. The 3 piece suit was casual and appropriate for the office.

Some parts were totally inappropriate. The corded length of his arms. The broad shoulders and chest that stretched and molded the fabric. The deep bronze of his skin as if he had been lying in the sun for hours.

The animal litheness of his movements.

He had grown up, and he was no pretty boy.

Virat was all hot-blooded man—and still looked at her as Maggie's little playmate.

When their eyes locked, there was no recognition, no appreciation.

Just a distant friendliness afforded to someone from his past.

Well, she'd be damned if she let her tongue loll out of her mouth just because he was attractive.

His personality still sucked.

The big B for Boring.

The big D for Dull.

The big…

She pushed that thought out of her mind.

And again thought about past what happen with Tanya… she never ever let this happened with her.

She Hates him nothing more…. Right "Manvi thought"

Manvi hated the fact that his presence made her nervous and a bit conscious. One week ago, she'd cast a love spell, and his Baba jiii had listened. She had her money and could save her family's home.

But what the hell had happened to her list?

The man before her struck out on everything she believed in. This was no love match. No, this was business, pure and simple, and so very cold. While her memory of flash back of bitter memories dragged from the recess of her mind, she bet he'd forgotten the moment completely. Humiliation wriggled through her. No more.

Would Baba jiii really not allow her the number one requirement on her list? She took a deep breath and spoke.

"One other thing."

"Yes?" he asked.

"Do you watch Cricket Match?"

"Of course."

Her stomach pitched with tension. "Do you have a favorite team?"

He smirked. Literally smirked. "There's only one Australian cricket team."

Manvi fought past the nausea and asked the question.

"Which one?"

"You know it very well" of course. It's the only team that wins. It's the only team that matters."

She took deep belly breaths, which she'd learned in yoga class. Could she marry an Australian cricket team fan?

Would she be giving up all her morals and ethics? Could she stand being married to a man who made logic his God and thought monogamy was a female thing?

"Manvi? Are you okay?"

She silenced him with one hand and paced, searching desperately for answers. If she walked out now,

There was no other option but to sell the house. Could she live with herself, knowing she was too selfish to make a sacrifice for her family? Did she have a choice?

"Manvi?"

She spun on one heel. Impatience carved the lines of his face. This man had no tolerance for any emotional outbursts. As hot as he looked, he'd be one major pain in the ass, just as he had been growing up. He probably scheduled his days by the minute. He probably didn't know what the word impulsive meant. Could they make a year of living in the same house?

Would they rip each other apart before 365 days passed? And what if the Australia went to the World Series every year? Wait wait wait but India team won this year… haina.

But he said it's second time when India won the world cup… don't Manvi…she comes out from revive

She'd have to deal with his lousy arrogance and patronizing smiles.

Oh God…

He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Don't tell me.

You're a still India cricket team fan."

She shuddered at his tone. "I refuse to talk cricket with you. You will not wear any of your Australian cheer up shirt when you're with me. I don't care what you put on when I'm not around. Understand?"

Silence settled over the room. She risked a glance in his direction. He stared at her as if her hair had sprouted Medusa snakes. "Are you kidding me?"

She shook her head with gusto. "No."

"I'm not even allowed to wear my Indian cheer up shirt and caps?"

"That's right."

"You're insane," he said.

"Sticks and stones. Tell me now before we waste any more time."

Then he did something she hadn't seen since the neighborhood bully fell off his bike and burst into silly feminine tears.

Virat laughed. Not a glimmer of amusement, or a smirk around the lips. This was a no-holds belly laugh, deep and masculine. The sound filled the room and pumped it with life.

Manvi fought back her own smile, especially since his humor was directed at her. Damn, he looked good when he got off his high horse.

He finally calmed, seemed to think the option over, and settled on a solution. "I won't wear any Australian cheer up material, but the same applies to you. No Indian cricket cheer up material. I don't even want to see a coffee mug or key chain lying around my house.

Got it?"

She simmered with annoyance. Somehow, the deal had been turned around on her. "I disagree. We haven't won last world cup, so I get to wear mine. You get enough glory—you don't need any more."

The corner of his lip twitched. "Nice try, but I'm not one of the boyfriend you're used to dating.

No Australian, no Indian.

You're used to dating. No Australian, no Indian.

Take it or leave it."

"I don't have boyfriend or I ain't dating!" and bit her lower lips

He shrugged. "I don't care."

She hopped from one foot to the other and barely managed to keep her hands from curling into fists.

He was so damn detached. How could he look so tasty, yet remind her of the poison apple Snow White was offered?

"Well? Do you want to sleep on it or whatever women do when they can't make a decision?"

She bit her lip, hard, and forced out the words. "Fine. You have a deal."

"Anything else?"

"I guess that covers it."

"Not quite." He paused as if about to approach a delicate topic. Manvi swore she'd remain calm, no matter what he said. Two could play this game. She'd be an ice queen, even if he verbally tortured her.

She took a breath and slid back into the chair, then picked up her coffee cup to sip at the brew.

He steeled his fingers and took a breath. "I want to talk to you about s**."

"S**?"

The word dropped from her lips and fired into the air like a gunshot.

She blinked, but refused to show any change in expression.

He jumped from his seat and they switched places, as he paced the luxurious burgundy carpet. "See, we need to be extremely discreet with, uh, our extracurricular activities."

"Discreet?"

"Yes. I deal with some very high-end clients, and I have a reputation to protect. Let alone the terms of the agreement would be broken if our marriage was questioned. I think it best if you agreed to remain celibate for the year.

It's doable, don't you think?"

"Or a lot of non-doing."

He gave an obvious fake laugh and she wondered if she caught a gleam of sweat on his forehead or if it was just a trick of the light. He stopped pacing and watched her almost warily. Suddenly, the true meaning of his words caught fire in her brain and the lightning rod of knowledge sizzled.

Virat wanted her to be the perfect wife, which included holding a chaste marriage bed under their ruse.

But he hadn't mentioned his own celibacy. Maggie had spilled all the details about Maya a, so she knew Virat was involved in a relationship.

Manvi still didn't understand why he wouldn't marry his girlfriend, but his choice wasn't for her to judge. All she cared about was the chauvinistic, male pig before her and her desire to call the whole deal off.

Almost.

She shook with anger but kept her face serene. Virat wanted to cut deals.

Fine.

Because when she walked out this door, Virat would sign the deal of a lifetime.

She smiled. "I understand."

His face practically lit up. "You do?"

"Of course. If the marriage is supposed to be real, how would it look to find your wife the gossip of an affair so soon after the wedding?"

"Exactly."

"And you shouldn't have to deal with humiliating questions regarding your manhood. If your wife is sleeping around, it's obvious what the problem is. She wasn't getting it good enough at home."

He shifted his weight. His nod was half-hearted. "I guess."

"So, what about Maya?"

He drew back in surprise. "How do you know about her?"

"Maggie."

"Don't worry about Maya. I'll take care of her."

"Are you sleeping with her?"

He flinched, and then tried to pretend he didn't care. "Does it matter?"

She lifted her hands in defense. "I want to clarify the s** issue. At least I've filled the number one and two spot. I sure as hell don't love you, and we're not attracted to one another. You're saying if I want to have a roll icking one night stand, I can't go for it. So, what are the rules for you?" Manvi pursed her lips and wondered how the man intended to get himself out of his freshly dug grave.

…

Virat stared at the woman before him and tried to swallow. Her smoky voice set off even smokier images of her naked and demanding and…roll icking.

He bit off a curse and reached for more coffee, trying to buy some time. Her whole demeanor screamed s**. The innocence of youth had burned off and left behind a pure-blooded woman with pure-blooded needs. He wondered what kind of man satisfied those needs.

He wondered how ripe her dress would feel in his hands, or how her lips would taste under his.

He wondered what she wore under the clinging red dress.

"Virat?"

"Hmmm?"

"Did you hear me?"

"Yeah. S**. I promise you'll never find yourself in an awkward situation."

"So, you're telling me you still intend to sleep with Maya?"

"Maya and I are involved in a relationship."

"But you won't marry her."

Tension snapped the air around them.

He took a few steps away, desperate for some distance. "It's not that kind of relationship."

"Hmmm, interesting. So, you're saying I can't screw around because I don't have anybody steady to screw around with."

If ice cubes were available he would have sucked them down one by one.

Her accusation made a strange heat rise to his skin. Her tone was mild. Her smile seemed easy and genuine.

Virat felt poised on the edge of some female power trip, and he recognized he was on losing ground.

He roll ide for the upper hand.

"If you had someone steady in your life, we'd work out the situation. But strangers are too dangerous.

I can guarantee Maya knows how to keep a secret."

She smiled then. A delicious, feminine smile that promised delights beyond imagination and promised it all to him. His heart stopped, paused, and then went on beating.

Fascinated, he waited for her next words.

"No way, baby."

He fought for concentration as her refusal slipped from that luscious mouth. "Pardon?"

"No s** for me. No s** for you. I don't care if it's Maya or a stripper or the love of your damn life. If

I don't have any fun, you don't. You'll just have to get your kicks out of this very proper business marriage and build your buildings." She paused.

And one more thing this marriage fiasco is very real for my family. I didn't want they feel fishy about our relationship.

"Get it?"

He got it. Decided not to accept it. And realized this was game, set and match, and he needed to win.

His smile promised compassion and understanding and the money she needed.

"Manvi, I understand this doesn't seem fair.

But a man is different. Maya has a reputation to uphold, also, so you'll never be put in a bad position.

Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"So, you'll agree to the terms?"

"No."

Annoyance surged. He narrowed his eyes and studied her. Then decided to go for the close. "We've been able to agree on everything else. We've compromised. It's only one year, and then you can walk away and have a damn orgy for all I care."

The big brown eyes stared back at him with sheer stubbornness and steely determination. "If you get to have your orgies, I get mine. If you want to be celibate, so will I. I don't care about your crap regarding men and women and their differences. If I have to go to bed alone for three hundred sixty-four nights, then so will you. And if you want action, you'll have to turn to your own wife." She tossed her head like a stall ion just out of the gate.

"And since we know we're not attracted to each other, you'll just have to find some other ways to ease the pressure.

Use a little creativity. Celibacy should open other outlets." She smiled. "'Cause that's all you're gonna

get." Obviously, she had no idea he was a master poker player, and had spent the past few years blowing off steam in games where night turned into day and he walked off thousands richer.

Like his old smoking habit, poker called to him and he used the vice for pleasure, not profit.

He refused to let her beat him, and sensed victory close.

He dove for the jugular. "You want to be unreasonable?

Fine

Deal is off.

Kiss your money good-bye. I'll just have to manage the board for a while."

She slid out of the chair, hooked her purse over her shoulder, and stood before him. "It was nice to see you again, Pretty Boy."

Direct hit.

He wondered if she knew how her mocking endearment irritated him and made him want to shake her until she took it back. Even as a kid, he'd hated it, and the years hadn't dulled the sharp edge of the insult.

As he did when he was younger, he gritted his teeth and bore the annoyance with an easy grin. "Yeah, it was nice. Stop by some time. Don't be a stranger."

"I won't." She paused. "See ya."

That was the moment Virat knew he was wrong. Dead wrong.

Manvi Chaudhary could win at poker—not because she lied, but because she was willing to lose.

She also played a mean game of chicken.

She turned. Strode to the door. Twisted the knob. Then…

"Okay." The words fired out of his mouth before he had time to think. Something told him she'd walk away and wouldn't call back later to say she changed her mind.

And damn it, Manvi was his only candidate. One year of his life was nothing compared to the gift of a future to do what he always dreamed about.

He gave her credit. She didn't even gloat.

She turned back around and spoke in a crisp, businesslike tone. "I know the contract doesn't state our new agreement.

Do you give me your word you'll stick to the new terms?"

"I can draw up a revised document."

"No need. Do you give me your word?"

Her figure shimmered with energy.

Virat realized she trusted him on the same level he trusted her.

A prickle of satisfaction ran through him. "I give you my word."

"Then I'll shake on it. Oh, and the dissolution of the marriage after one year? My family can't be hurt in this deception.

We cite irreconcilable differences and pretend to part friends."

"I can live with that."

"Good. Pick me up tonight at seven from my bookstore and we'll go see my family to break the news. I'll take care of all the wedding arrangements."

He nodded, his brain a bit foggy from his decision and her nearness.

Was that subtle fragrance from her skin vanila? Or cinnamon?

He watched in a daze while she dropped a business card on the cherry wood table.

"My address at the bookstore," she said. "I'll see you tonight."

He cleared his throat to reply, but it was too late.

She had already left.

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