Chapter 5 Contract Papers

Ryan moved towards his room when his driver came with a file.

"Sir, Mr. Batra, send you this file."

Ryan took the file from his hand and gestured for him to go before moving towards his room.

He opened the room door and entered inside. He glanced at Ariana sitting on the bed.

Ryan put the file on the table and retired to his walk-in closet.

Ariana's POV

My heartbeat raised when the door opened, and he entered the room and locked the door. I wanted to see him but didn't find the courage to glance at him, so I waited for him to approach me, but he moved into the walk-in closet. I felt a bang on my heart, despite that, I waited patiently. I don't know what he would say or do. He married me really or just to help him. He will consider me his wife or just a stranger that we are.

I thought a lot of things and vague thoughts were running through my brain when the door of the walk-in closet opened.

He stepped outside, and I found the courage to glance at him.

I took a glimpse of his good-tone body with 6-abs, and water was drifting. He dried his hair and upper body with a towel while the lower body has covered with sweat pants, and I found him sexy. Indeed, he was handsome and the dream boy of every girl, but why did he marry me. The answer to this question was still unknown to me.

I instantly shifted my gaze from him to my lap when he caught me red-handed, ogling at him.

"Change your gown because nothing is going to happen."

I glanced at him in disbelief. Is he serious? That was the thought in my head.

"What? Stop staring at me and get change."

I didn't speak, but stared at him. Drying his hair with the towel, he approached me and leaned on the bed, almost on me.

I shifted my gaze with the nervousness of this much closeness.

Both hands were on my sides, and his lips were almost touching my lips.

"I think you want me to undress you."

I felt embarrassed by this statement and jogged him. He moved aside, and I ran to the walk-in closet, but I heard his chuckle behind me. Because of this, a pool of tears formed in my eyes. I instantly wiped it off.

In the walk-in closet, I found a tee-shirt and shorts. I didn't know if it was for me or not, but I changed into them.

After changing into them and washing my face, I moved out. He was on the couch with some files in hand.

"Come here. There are some things that we should discuss beforehand." His voice has a touch of strangness.

I approached him and sat on the couch beside her. I was taping my fingers in nervousness when he broke the ice.

"So I want to clear some things, and the first one is you're just my last-minute bride. I mean, you replaced someone in this marriage ceremony today, but that doesn't mean you can replace her in all things."

I looked at him with the thought, why I will try to take someone's place.

"I marry you just to return your favor," I spoke immediately to save my self-esteem.

"Good, then sign on these papers."

"What is in it?"

"It's a marriage contract." He exclaimed leisurely.

"Marriage contract." I furrowed because why this marriage contract when we already married.

"It's a marriage contract for five years. According to this contract, you're with me just for five years. After that, you're free to go."

"Free to go where?" I asked in disbelief. He married me just for some years. What about my emotions and feelings?

"Anywhere you want to go. If you want something, in return, you can tell me anything about a house here or on foreign, car, bank balance, blank cheque anything."

I smiled sarcastically. For me, these things were never a priority, but why his talks were hurting me after all, he was just a stranger to me.

"What about other things?" I asked.

"Which things?"

"Husband and wife related," I whispered.

"We're not husband and wife, so there won't be anything like that between us. We are just stranger to each other."

"What if in these years you try to force me?" I asked him to clear my thoughts.

He laughed, and I glanced at him. He looked more handsome while smiling. I admired him but his next words broke my heart.

"You're not my type, and I won't be interested in you." He voiced out, leaning on my face.

I felt a bang on my heart. His words hurt me a lot.

"What if I became your type?" I gathered the courage to ask him.

"No, you won't be. Not now and not forever."

I felt a slap on my cheek because of embarrassment at his words. Tears glistened in my eyes, but I hid them, looking down at the papers.

I took a pen and signed on to them.

"Alright, then I don't have any problem because I marry you just to return the favor, so it's fine for me."

"Great," He smiled, taking the file from me.

I moved towards the bed and went to rest when he voiced out.

"This bed is mine, so you can't sleep here."

He exclaimed, moving towards the bed.

"Oh! Where I will sleep then." I asked, standing on my feet.

"Anywhere in this room but not on my bed." He pointed his finger at his bed. I nodded and moved to the couch when my shoulder touched his, and I lost balance and fell, but he caught me and saved me from falling.

"One more thing, stay away from me and my things. You're my wife just for the outside world, but here in my room, we're strangers, and please don't irritate me from anything because I can't tolerate irritated things along with irritated people."

He made me stand on my feet with a sudden pull and moved to his bed. I stood there for a moment, then retired to the couch.

I laid on it and felt comfortable more than my room in Aunt's home. With the name of Aunt, all the things from morning flashed in front of my eyes.

Tears formed in my eyes and fell on my cheeks. I didn't wipe them or stop them. I just cried silently over the treatment I got from Aunt. How could she do something like this to me? I'm like Ainsley, but she sold me. How could she be so cruel when I didn't give her any chance to hate me? I did everything that she told me to do, then how could she despise me this much.

I didn't know marrying him did right or wrong, but he was the one to marry me, and also he was the one to embarrass me with his words.

He also despised me, but why no one likes me. I just want love, pure love, but here everyone hates me. Why? Am I this much worse that I don't even deserve a fucking love of a single person?

Please, God help me. I know nothing about the people living here, not even the person in this room except for his name, Ryan. Help me and give me the courage to fight with evil, and please save me from that old man along with Aunt and please God send dad Micheal to me, please.

With the prayers and crying, she fell asleep.