Accidentally Yours

Isha

"Isha!" I heard my name being screamed as my eyes opened wide. "ISHA!" I was called out again as I groaned in the pillow. "Yes, Ms. Ivanov." I replied loud enough for her to hear. "Come down in 10 minutes or you'll be facing my wrath." She yelled.

I soon got ready hurriedly as I walked downstairs, my bag in hand. "Good morning." I said to my mother, who snarled and rolled her eyes at me. I internally sighed as I cooked breakfast for both of us, bread and scrambled eggs, it is. I soon sat on the dining table as I served both of us food. We never really talked while we ate, just a table, two people sitting in front of each other. "How's work?" She asked me. That was strange...I thought, she never really cared about anything related to me. I'm just 22, and I recently graduated, and now I'm working as Isabella's cafe. "Its going well." I replied, making sure my answer is as short as possible.

I was eight, when my parents died. They gave me everything a person could even think of, the best clothes, my favorite food, anything I just looked at. And most importantly, I was loved. I was always bullied by others, maybe because they thought I was too pretty. They treated me like I was scum, nonexistent, unnecessary. My father always taught me to forgive and forget. He told me that no matter how cold the world gets, I shouldn't lose my kindness. The night my parents left to attend the funeral of my late grandfather, they died tragically in a car accident...leaving me behind, all alone. I had no one in my life. I waited for five days, but they never returned.

After spending a year in the orphanage, a couple finally decided to adopt me. I was far more than happy. I thought I’d finally have a home, I’ll have a family again...but all these hopes shattered when my step-father passed away six years ago. Soon, I got to see the true colors of my step-mother. She was reluctant to adopt me, but never touched me or hurt me. Now, I had no one to rely on except a toxic-stepmother who hated me to the core, and even hurt me if I ever so slightly protested. Most importantly, she hated that I was too different from her, too Indian, or maybe she was just jealous of my face, according to Isabella, which I merely consider an exaggeration. I never used the surname of my adopted parents and because I always wanted to remember my real parents, so I called myself Isha Rathore.

A year after my dad's death, my mother had a huge pile of debt in hand. I had to work double shifts to pay, but the money was just not enough, while she just stayed at home, doing nothing. She gambled away 10 million dollars, making us bankrupt.

“And what are you wearing? Get rid of those ugly clothes” She spoke harshly at last as I stood up to leave. “O-okay” I replied. “Be ready in an hour and wear something nice, we have somewhere to go to.” She said. “B-but Ms. Ivanov. I have to work at the--” “DID I ASK!?” She yelled at me, as I flinched due to her voice. “What are you looking at? GO!” She said, as I rushed towards my room, tears welling in my eyes...I will not cry, I will not cry...I need to stay put. I kept saying it in my mind.

About forty five minutes later, I was ready. I decided to put together a yellow oversized hoodie and a pleated mini skirt. That was the best I had. I put on some light makeup, and let my hair loose. I had straight, black hair that reached till my knees, the most beautiful trait I got from my mother. Oh, she was beautiful.

I soon reached downstairs as I walked to my mother, and she looked at me as if I was a piece of art being judged. "You look presentable" She remarked coolly. Thank god, she didn't get mad. "Where are we going, Ms. Ivanov?" I asked her, she had specifically told me not to call her mother. The last time I did, I slept all bruised. "You'll know soon." She replied as she walked to the door. I wore my black boots, since my biggest insecurity is my height. I'm like...5'3, so, very short.

Mother drove somewhere, her car racing. Why was she driving so fast? Where was she taking me? "Ms. Ivanov, c-can y-you drive a little slower" I asked stuttering, but my voice was just ignored. After a torture of half an hour, we finally reached at what seemed like a building. It was huge....like, huge. Where am I? I thought to myself. "Behave well. If you mess this up, I'm going to kill you." She said through gritted teeth, meaning every. word she said, holding my wrist at a painful grip, as I felt pain, like my bones would snap any moment. Tears were forming at the back of my eye. "You're going to marry Mr. Shekhawat. He's looking for a wife, and you will be our to-be-bride, while he's going to pay off all our debts." She said, smiling wickedly. "W-what?" I said, the world shattering in front of me. Six years, I was tormented for six years of my life. I gave up on my dreams, hopes, my everything...in six years. And now, I get moved from one cage to another? Two weeks after I graduated? Tears from in my eyes and this time, I'm not able to control them. "Suck it in, or you'll sleep in the bathroom." She hisses at me as she tightens her grip around my arm, causing me to wince in pain.

A few minutes later, she dragged me into the building...it looks, like an office. Its so huge, and, I don't know how to explain...so...aesthetic. I think to myself. "If we're late, you're done for" She says to me as she reaches to the reception. "I have a appointment scheduled with Mr. Shekhawat." She said in her fakest voice, to which the receptionist looked like she was holding herself from rolling her eyes. Who is this Mr. Shekhawat? My mother practically ran towards the lift after she was told to go. "Mr. Shekhawat is Abhisheik Shekhawat. He's the CEO of S&C Enterprises."Abhisheik Shekhawat? As in, HIM? Isabella keeps on talking about him all the time. He's the most ruthless person I've ever heard of. He's killed people, forced many deals and always gets things done his way. He's in the grey world and is considered one of the worst and the most vicious people in the country. How did he even get to know him? Most importantly, why is he agreeing to marry me, a commoner? I am forced out of my thoughts as the elevator door opens..."Behave" she said to me one last time before putting on a huge smile and walking out.

We were stopped by a person in between. "What is your name, miss?" He asked my mum. "Allessa it is" she replied to him. "Please walk this way." He said to her as he pointed his hand towards a door. It was the 23rd floor, but why was just one small corridor and a single door. She walked hurriedly, a vicious smile on her face.

I was so nervous, I was shaking. What if something goes wrong? What if he hates me, causing my mother would hurt me? What if--

"Mr. Shekhawat!" My mother said with the fakest smile and shrill voice. I looked up to see a man in a black suit, his back facing us. He was unaffected by my mother's presence, as he held a glass of...alcohol, I assume. Even his back was radiating power, his whole body screamed raw power. He slowly turned around a few moments later, and...oh god, he is so handsome. My mouth went dry as I looked at him — tall, broad-shouldered, the kind of build that said he didn’t need to raise his voice to be heard. The tailored suit didn’t hide the strength underneath; it framed it. His beard was neatly kept, adding weight to already sharp features — a strong jaw, steady mouth. But it was the way stood, utterly still, like he could kill a man with his bare hands — and wouldn’t waste energy doing it. Power clung to him, quiet and absolute. Handsome, yes. But more than that — dangerous in a way that didn’t need to be said out loud. Ink curled along his hands and crept past the open collar of his shirt — not one or two, but many.

I stare, unable to take my eyes off of him. But in just a few seconds, his eyes landed on me...I quickly looked down, not able to make any eye contact. He's so intimidating. "She's my daughter, Isha." My mother said as she shoved me to the front. He was standing far from us, but just his mere presence was enough to keep me on chokehold. I stumble slightly as I am pushed, but I don't look up, my hair cascading to the front, hiding some of my face, as I feel a heated gaze land on me, making me feel fear, and something else I couldn't figure out.

He didn't speak...it had been 5 minutes, but he hadn't spoken a word. "I'll marry her."

Thank you. 😍💕

Will Isha hate him for what he's doing to her?

What does Isha think about this marriage?

Most importantly, what does Abhisheik think about her?