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Virat's Residence,
Delhi
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After all the loud noises of media and constant blocking of our car, we somehow managed to reach the entrance door.

A huge mansion with a heavily decorated door and a group of people waiting left me awestruck.

All the events that happened few hours ago played in my mind. "I shut my mind saying calm down Eri just imagine you would be getting two crores of Indian currency for just six freaking months. Just put up with the show".

Virat's mother applied a red dot on my forehead. Maybe I looked quite confused. She gave me an assuring smile and said "Beta! You don't have to worry about following our traditions. You would never be compelled".

She has accepted the fact that I am a Christian for the sake of her son's happiness and I feel guilty for play acting.

She looks like a lovely woman with a charming smile and a round face. My mother has always been a brutally honest person who looked at people with a "never dare to mess up with me" death glare.

Honestly, I don't blame her. I was three year old kid when I along with my mother literally saw my dad bump into a high voltage electric pole and get electrocuted as he was drunk.

I was lost in the thoughts of my mother when Virat's mom held my cheeks and asked "Why are you lost in your dream land while cheeku is right beside you?"

I am not used to the sweet talking and maybe I was missing my mother so I just hugged her. I was surprised that I could get emotional.

Virat pulled me out from his mom's embrace and said "Don't you dare snatch my mom! She's only mine" raising his eye brow.

Damn! This guy! He is behaving as if we have been dating for past five years. I said to myself "Eri! Girl you got to get your acting game up! You can't let this 'Mr.I am so famous cricketer' let you down in any way".

On an other note his eyebrow game is on point. His jawline gets crisper while he does that.

I should stop staring him and concentrate on work in progress.

"Mom! Is mine now! Try your luck Cheeekkkuu" I retorted in a mocking tone trying to make him feel like a kid.

Mom just smiled and did some sort of hand gesture and said " I hope you both are protected from evil eye".

Indian weddings include a lot of bright colors. I was looking at a bright golden heart etched on the wall.

There was a photo booth which had all sorts of props ranging from fancy photo frames to orange coloured floral wreaths.

I was awestruck looking at them. They spent so much for just welcoming a bride? I mean this guy must be really rich.

My bad I am such a fool, who would offer such huge money for just six months. That reminds me that I haven't read the marriage contract papers before signing them.

Three days ago I got a call from an agency named Lawrence Services. I was looking for financial aid from my college maybe Professor Amanda might have recommended me to them. She was always supportive towards me as a family member. I have too many loans to get a new one from college.

They informed me that they are ready to pay me 419000 Australian dollars. I couldn't be late as my mom is admitted in hospital suffering with pulmonary hypertension.

They had to perform a lung transplantation. I met the agent at a cafe and signed the papers. He asked me if I had a lawyer for myself but I couldn't afford one in these circumstances.

I had only one condition from my end that I will be visiting my mom to check on her. He then informed me that it is a marriage contract with an Indian sports man. I was least interested and rushed to hospital.

The doctors told me that they will perform initial blood transfusions for a couple of months before lung transplantation. I was relieved because I would be at the final days of contract when this will happen.

I was lost in my thoughts when a bunch of jasmines fell on my me.

It was Virat's sisters who led me to a pink cushion and made me sit under something that looked like a floral shower.

I sat there and saw a huge curtain unveil and a floral decoration of orange and yellow flowers were decorated as "Virica".

My mud head took its own sweet time to process that it was an amalgamation of mine and Virat's names.

Virat's sister in law asked me if I liked her special surprise and I smiled at her. Why the hell did Virat leave me alone with his family? What am I supposed to say to them.

I don't know a thing about him and I could get caught easily. This guy is plain irresponsible.

There were a group of women and girls. There were about a fifty of them. Virat's sister in law asked me to narrate our love story and marriage.

They were all annoyed that they couldn't be a part of our wedding. What I hated the most was learning from them that Virat has told them I was not interested in Indian style wedding with crowds so we had a register marriage.

Hell! Now I understand the reason his mom would say that I won't be compelled to follow the rules.

But why am I annoyed with having a bad impression in the family. It's not like I will spend the rest of my life with them.

So what should I say them? I couldn't say them that I saw him a day ago. Literally I saw him yesterday. He looked dapper in a blue checked suit.

Looking at his body I remembered that I was told he was a sports man. We both signed the marriage papers and he filled red Sindoor in my parted hair.

All he told me was "Don't look nervous and go with the flow! I will meet you in the Delhi airport after few hours. Got to go!"

After that we were seated in a decorated car and I guess he realised I don't recognise him.

My thoughts halted as Virat's sister shook me. I smiled sheepishly.

My phone buzzes with a message. Hell! How did he get my number? Ofcourse he is the Virat Kohli. He can get anything he wants in the world.

The message reads "My uncle will come to see in 5 say Namaste mamaji and touch his feet and reply in a single word for anything he asks".

Within no time I see a man and his wife come inside. The entire hall of women go silent and I was sure it was Virat's uncle.

He comes to me and I say "Namaste mamaji" I was about to touch his feet and he stops me.

The entire hall bursts into laughter. I am confused and the man says "Hello! I am not Virat's mama! I am Sachin Tendulkar"

Oh! I made a faux pas. But what am I supposed to address him now? Is he related to Virat??

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