Arranged marriages. They were an age-old tradition in your family. You knew you had to eventually marry some man you didn't know too but that didn't make it any easier. You were now sitting on your shared bedroom, exhausted from the hours long wedding ceremony but you were still on high-alert. You senses heightened as you dreaded the moment your husband, Ranveer would enter the room.

He is the son of a renowned businessman, someone whose aura is powerful enough to send shivers down anyone's spine. Thats one of the reasons why your father had arranged your marriage with him, to build relations with a powerful man. To get power. That's what your marriage was built on, mutual exchange of benefits. You didn't know if he would want to have an actual relationship with you, if he would even like you for that matter. He didn't seem like he was the person to get romantic.

Your overthinking came to a halt as Ranveer walked in. He glanced slightly at your direction then unbuttoned the first few buttons of his sherwani, his eyes on the mirror through which he could see you. Though, he didn't seem to be very interested on seeing you..that's what you thought anyway. He eventually spoke up as he took off his jeweleries and rolled his sleeves, "Tumhe bolna nahi aata kya? Hmm?"