Page 4 of Twisted Deceit
“Sir, don’t get me wrong, but your lawyer said that an actress would serve our purpose better. They will have the ability to put on a show.” The man still sounded unsure.
Moments of silence passed. “I don’t need an actress. I need a real woman who values family to understand why I need a contract marriage. If you cannot find one, I can find a new executive assistant.”
A long pause. “Got it, Sir. Please enjoy the event tonight, and I will keep you posted. I’ll try not to disturb you when you are with your friends.”
“No, call me.” He growled. “The event is important, but finding the right woman is all the more important. Call me as soon as you have more information.” With that, the conversation ended, and Aadhya found herself shuddering in response to what she had heard.
The man was being creative with his situation. Finding a fake wife to get his grandmother to agree to the treatment and then break off the marriage cleanly. A series of thoughts fired away in her head.
She was in a similar situation and needed a way to break out of the alliance. Her eyes widened, and a low squeal escaped her when she realized she could pull off a similar scene. She needed to find someone willing to be her temporary husband for a year. She needed someone outside the country to break the marriage without anyone in Singoor knowing.
Even as her excitement grew, she was guilt-ridden. What about her aunt? She would have to lie to her aunt, too. Her aunt would follow the rules of the land even if she disagreed with the idea. It was the only reason she considered the Thakvar alliance for her, although she knew very well that Aadhya wanted to move to a different country after her education.
Her mind raced as she quickly moved around her suite to get dressed. She had to find her way to get out of the unwanted alliance proposal. She went to a girls-only college and didn’t interact much with anyone outside of college. She had not gone on dates to even consider someone as a candidate for a temporary marriage. She didn’t know who could help her find a man willing to be her fake husband unless she found a man looking for a temporary wife.
As promised to her aunt, she stayed focused on her education to get a job and escape for a new beginning. She was not going to throw away all of that for nothing. She had dreams of her own, a life she had wanted and imagined for herself.
She moved quickly, slipping on the dress she had laid out on the bed to wear after drying her hair and putting on some makeup. But she had no time. She had to get to her neighbor to ask him to make her his temporary wife or maybe find her a temporary husband using his resources.
She knew the man had no reason to help her find a fake husband, but she knew she had to take a chance with the man. There was no other option for her. The door slammed behind her as she rushed out of her suite, looking for a stairway to take her to the suite above hers. She looked around and saw no other way to reach the upper level.
Unable to find a staircase or elevator that would lead to the topmost level of the building, she wondered if there was a private staircase or elevator just for that level. Desperate to find a way, she looked around for the resort staff, but no one was in sight. The entire level was just her suite, so no other guests were there.
A few moments of frenzy later, her eyes fell on an emergency phone next to the elevator. She dialed the front desk. “I need to get to the upper level of my building. Where are the stairs?”
After moments of silence, the woman responded, “Ma’am, the upper level of your building is private. May I ask why you need access to that level?”
She had no good reason, but she desperately needed a way to talk to the man. “I need to talk to the person in that suite and tell them not to disturb me. They play loud music and disturb me all the time.”
She was sure she heard a gasp from the other side. “Sorry…Ma’am, we will ensure that does not happen.” A brief pause later, the woman continued, “We can move you to a different suite if you’d like.”
“No,” her response was involuntary. “I like the suite and just need to tell my neighbor myself. I need to meet him.”
“One moment, Ma’am.” Aadhya waited with bated breath as time ticked with music playing in her ear. She was getting impatient by the minute. Whatever she was going to do, she had to move fast.
After what seemed like an excruciatingly long time, the music stopped. “Ma’am, Mr. Thakur apologizes for the inconvenience. He assured me that there would be no further disturbance for you.”
Thakur! An Indian last name. So, the American-sounding man was indeed of Indian origin.
“Thank you, but I still need to talk to him as soon as possible,” she insisted, her mind racing with ideas.
“I’m sorry, Ma’am. Sir is busy with a personal event this evening and cannot meet.” The woman quickly thanked her and ended the call before she could object and ask for a meeting.
Frustrated that she could not get a hold of the man who may be her only chance to dodge the bullet with the Thakvar alliance. She didn’t know how long she stood lost in thought before she heard the elevator ding, followed by her friends’ excited voices. “Aadhya, what are you doing here?” Riti asked and added, “Let’s go. We are getting late.”
“Why is your hair still damp?” Diya grumbled, dusting off the moisture from Aadhya’s hair. “And no makeup on.” Her friend reached into her small clutch to pull out an eye pencil and lipstick. “It’s a good thing you don’t need makeup.” Diya lined her eyes with the pencil and colored her lips with gloss. “There, now you are all set.”
Aadhya was tuned out of her friend’s conversation as she wondered how to contact the man. Maybe she could wait outside on the balcony and ask him to help her.
Find her a fake husband?
She stopped walking when something clicked in her mind. “Aadhya, what happened?” Riti asked when she found Aadhya lost in thought, a broad smile on her face.
She can be his fake wife!
He is of Indian origin from his name and is from America based on his accent. It’s the perfect setting and the right match for her to pull off a stunt that no woman would have ever had in Singoor.
The next thing was to find him. The woman at the front desk said the man she had heard was busy with a private event. She had even heard him mention he was there for the same event she would attend. If only she had a way to recognize him. She would have to hear anyone speak at the party to be able to recognize his voice and talk to him.
