Chapter 3

Mehul’s POV

“I am s-sorry but I can’t h-help you. And p-please leave my hand you are hurting me.” She was sobbing now. I realised that I was still holding her wrist tightly. I left her hand as if it was a live wire.

She ran away crying the moment I loosened my grip on her hand. I felt very bad for her. I did not want to scare her. I was just too angry with my own parents that they tricked me to come here.

Now they wanted me to marry a girl I was betrothed to. I didn’t even know about it. I behaved rudely because I wanted Megha to refuse to marry me.

What have I gotten myself into? I would not agree to this stupidity. Were they all insane.

We all went back to our mansion. I didn’t utter a single word during the whole drive. My parents were surprised by my behaviour but they knew that I am going to react once we reach home… and I did.

“What is this dad? Betrothal? Seriously? Is it some kind of prank you are playing with me? It is no