Mr and Mrs.Whoever!

Reyansh Singh Raichand, the world-famous businessman, he was ruthless, arrogant, dominating and charming , his looks can kill many innocent hearts , but he fell in love with his one and only Girlfriend Meera Choudhary, he wanted to marry her despite his mom's disapproval, when everything goes according to his wish something unexpected happened which turned his life upside down , He was married to an unknown stranger whose name he wasn’t aware. His mom has informed him about this ever so casually and left the room leaving behind the speechless him , If he was Reyansh Singh Raichand then she is Akshitha Singh Raichand, for some reasons his mom disliked Meera , he didn't know she will go to this extent to break his marriage, he never knew his mom will throw him into such a difficult situation. Running hands through his hairs frustrated-ly he looks around his room to find it empty, "where the hell is she now?" he groaned internally, just then the bathroom door clicked opens, she came out wearing a very short trousers and a sleeveless top. He gulped his saliva looking at her. She was a hot woman! Is he going to share his room with her, the stranger? errr hot and sexy stranger who also happens to be his wife, unfortunately. He blinks his eyes twice looking at her. "Are you trying to seduce me Mrs. whoever you are? Guess what, it won't work. " he told with a smirk. "I don't have to seduce anyone, I'm born sexy and men just droll over me, including you, " she replied with a smirk, Finally, she spoke something, he thought "Cocky much? Besides I'd never do that." he replied taken aback by her comment on him. "Loving oneself is not cocky, and besides right now, while I was coming out of the bathroom you were gawking at me like I'm some prey or something, weren't you Mr. whoever you are? " she smirks. "Come out of the Delusion, will you, I was not looking at you or something, I was just wondering why will you wear such type of dress for sleeping? " he asked to divert the conversation. To which she glares him angrily. "That's none of your business Mr. whoever you are, cut the crap and let me sleep now. " she screams at him and jumps onto the bed. He looks at her with wide eyes, no one ever dared to answer him back and she a complete stranger whose name he doesn't even know is bossing him around and that too inside his own bedroom, how dare she. He cursed under his breath. "Mrs. whoever you are, it's my bed and can I know what the hell you think are you doing? " he asked while pulling the duvet from her, making her irritated. She looked at him with a tired and annoyed face. "What the fuck is your problem Mr. whoever you are, please cut the crap and let me sleep, I'm so tired, for your information I'm your bride , so it's legally my bedroom from this second, if you have any problems you can go sleep somewhere else " she yawns softly and stretches her hands, He looks at her in disbelief, the nerve of this woman to ask him to sleep somewhere else, "And what if I don't?" he asked with a smirk, "I don't care, but if you keep disturbing me like this, there are possibilities that I'll throw you out of the room and shut the door on your face " she pulled back the duvet with a mischievous smirk. "You are probably the first woman to argue with me like this, jeez you're impossible and I hate you already, now I get why mom was insisting me not to see the bride’s face, " he told with an angry, disappointed and a bit of rage voice. "And you are the dumbest man I ever met, how nicely you fell in your mother's trap. And I don't hate you, hate is not my cup of tea " she told and throws her head on the mattress. "Leave my bed. " he tried for one last time, "Go to hell." she screams at him and pulled the duvet over her face. He gazed her from head to toe, she is one hell of a sexy woman, it's for the first time someone particularly a woman was sleeping on his bed, Meera never came to his room fearing his mom. He has always dreamed of marrying her and bringing her to his Bedroom with full rights and honor, but look at his fate, a complete stranger who happens to be his exchanged Bride is sleeping peacefully on his bed taking away all his sleep. He picks a duvet from his cupboard and moves to his couch. He adjusted himself onto the couch, though his backbone was hurting he doesn't want to share his bed with her, particularly not with that woman. Sighing he tried to sleep, but sleep was far away from his eyes, all his thoughts were wandering around Meera, his wedding, the bride swap, and his mom... He was getting impatient as he tried calling Meera, she isn't lifting his calls, he was getting irritated. He threw that phone in frustration making it noisy, she woke up suddenly being scared of hearing that noise... "You idiot. Why did you make such noise, look my sleep is gone now " she groans... "Serves you right, you don't deserve a good sleep after spoiling my whole life's sleep " he replied with an evil smirk. "Cut the crap Mr. whoever you are, I'll go complain to Mrs. Raichand, then you might be knowing the consequences " it was her turn to smirk now. "Holy Shit, you are so impossible, are you threatening me Mrs whoever you are? Huh? " he asked with an eye roll. "It's up to you to think " she giggled and goes to sleep once again. "Can I ask you something? " "Why are you asking my permission, i mean you’re asking me a question already." "On a serious note, don't you know my name? " he asked with a surprised filled voice, "Well I don't, Mr. whoever you are, " she lied. "Tell me what's your name Mrs. whoever you are? " "I'm Ayesha Goenka. And you? " she cross-questions him even though she knows his name already, "Reyansh Singh Raichand " he replied "Oh " was her reply and the next moment she drifted off to sleep as she was way too tired. Once again he was busy calling Meera.