I sigh picking her up in the bridal style . Her face showed nothing but exhaustion . Dark Circles were clearly visible under her eyes though her mascara clad lashes rested peacefully on her face , her usual healthy skin was now pale , her flush , luscious lips were in a thin line and it had lost its smile which I had loved when I had met her for the first time - three days ago .

This was second time in a day that she has fainted and both the times , I've been the reason for it either indirectly or directly .

I wish I could protect this angel from every evil , but I'm the one who's been hurting her , becoming that beast in her life who will protect her from the whole world but not himself . Forcing her to be my wife for ten days , isn't something I am proud of but it's not my want , it's my need ....

I desperately need her to pretend to be my wife for ten days either by hook or crook .

I know I'm being selfish but I have no other choice than to blackmail her . If that's the last resort that convinces her to be my wife then so be it ...

I can choose or pay another woman to pretend to be my wife but my heart wants her to be the only Wife I take in my life . I don't care if I will have to let her go after ten days ...

But I want my angel 's memories with me . Something about her attracts me like a moth to a flame ...

Making her my wife will be like two hits with one stone .

" What happened to her Harsha , " I hear Akhil 's worried voice from behind and I come out of my thoughts and lie Ishitha on the soft , fluffy bed comfortably .

" Harsha , " he calls , this time his voice was laced with irritation at my unresponsiveness .

Instead of replying , I wrap the comforter over Ishitha 's petite frame , securing her in the warmness of Comforter and turn behind .

" She fainted again . TakE care of her and make sure you make her sign the contract after she wakes up , " I say trying to walk away from the room with a heavy heart . I make my way to the presidential suite of my hotel and stand in front of mirror staring at my reflection .

I should have known that it wasn't my best descission to let her see my face . Not when she was so stressed . I've always been careful about the people who see my face , but today I wanted her scared and in the madness to scare her , I became the reason for her stress .

I punch my hands on the mirror , trying to hurt my reflection but nothing as such happens as I hurt my knuckles . My knuckles start bleeding but it does nothing to soothe my pain ...

" Don't be hard on yourself , " I hear a stern yet chidding voice of Akhil .

" Hard ? This is the least aversion I feel for myself Akhil . Something your gorgeous face wouldn't understand , " I say chuckling sarcastically , trying to control that one damn tear which always slips when I see my reflection .

" Fuck being a Man ..... " I think scoffing at the ideology of Society on being a Man ....