Chapter 5. Disguised in Misery

Khushi's POV"So, you're the so-called wealthy businessman, Darsh Sinha?" My father inquired with wrinkled brows. To which Darsh replied while stuttering, "Y-yes, Sir."

I brought Darsh to my house the same night since I knew my parents would slaughter me if I appeared in front of them without conclusive evidence after the false news circulated. He served as a shield between my parents and me.

I urged him to construct a storyline about how we could get out of this dilemma and proclaim our wedding to my parents. It was a contract marriage, but we chose to keep it hidden from my family since they were too conservative to accept it. Darsh swallowed, awkwardly seated on our living room couch, peering at my father. Uncle Hemant was striving desperately not to laugh as he watched Darsh getting terrified of my father.

"Where do you live?" With each query, my father's tone rose more acrimonious. My mother only glared at Darsh as the cops scrutinized their suspect.

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