Page 26 of One Hellish Wedlock
“I know. And yes, you’ll meet her soon,” he assured. But the weight in his tone didn’t go unnoticed. “But I’m still not sure this is right. Aanya doesn’t belong in our world. Her choices, her attitude, her whole outlook—everything’s... different.”
“Reyansh,” Radhika interrupted softly, “opposites build stronger bridges. If you’re waiting for someone perfect, you’ll die waiting. No one is perfect. It’s love that needs to be perfect, whether the people in it are flawed or not doesn’t matter.”
He rolled his eyes, though a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Di, you’re far too romantic.”
“And you’re far too cynical,” she shot back. “But remember this—I want Aanya by your side when I arrive. That’s an order.”
He nodded slowly. There was no saying no to Radhika. It was hardly a matter of two months. Once his sister was back to California, Aanya would leave too.
That’s when his phone buzzed.
Radhika leaned forward, curious. “Who is it now? Sunny again?”
He tilted the screen slightly to show her. Her mouth fell open in surprise and delight.
“Aanya? Aanya’s calling you? Oh my God! Don’t leave me hanging here. Tell me everything!”
“I’ll talk to her first. Then I’ll call you back,” he said with a grin.
“Deal. Love you, Rey. Give my regards to your wife.” She grinned before the screen went dark.
Reyansh picked up Aanya’s call.
“So? Is that a, yes?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
Aanya was not surprised that he guessed the reason why she had called him. But however hard he enjoyed her temporary yes, she knew he was soon going to repent it bad.
“YES.”
“Perfect. Meet me at the office tomorrow. We’ll get this on paper.”
She groaned inwardly. Of course, he’d want everything legally documented. First the marriage. Now this ridiculous deal.
“Can we meet somewhere else for a change? Like a disco?” she countered.
He paused.
“Fine. I’ll text the address.”
“Great. And please ditch your boring suits. Try looking hot for once. Also, don’t bring your army of assistants and lawyers. It’s a date. With your wife. Not a board meeting.”
Her sass caught him off-guard, but he didn’t argue.
“In that case, you too dress like a human being. And for God’s sake, don’t create a scene.”
Aanya laughed softly, a sound that made his chest tighten unexpectedly.
“You have no idea what kind of scene I’ve planned for you,” she whispered before ending the call.
Reyansh stared at the blank screen. She had hung up again, like always, on her terms. But this time, he didn’t mind. There was something strangely addictive about her unpredictability.
Aanya Malhotra was trouble.
And for the first time in eighteen months, Reyansh Chopra was starting to look forward to it.
CHAPTER 6
Singh’s Residence
