What if the right one is the one we least expect?

Samayra' Pov

We heard a voice—"What?"—but it wasn't any of us. We turned toward the doorway, and there stood Vivaan, shock written all over his face. "You're marrying Siddhant Oberoi?"

My heart raced as I nodded. "Y-yes. Siddhant Oberoi. The CEO of Oberoi Enterprises".

Vivaan shook his head, clearly in disbelief. "Are you serious, Sam? Do you even know him? Why on earth are you marrying him? Are you guys... dating?"

Before I could respond, Isha interrupted with a raised eyebrow. "Vivaan, shouldn't we be the ones asking her that? Also... who is Siddhant Oberoi anyway? Do you know him?"

Vivaan sighed, glancing at her. "Yes, sweetheart, you know him too. Remember the business party two months ago? I introduced you to my childhood friend, Sidd?"

Isha's eyes widened as it clicked. "Wait... that guy? The one who practically threatened his own client just for looking at his sister the wrong way?"

Vivaan nodded, and Prisha groaned in frustration. "Would someone please explain what's happening here?"

Vivaan's phone suddenly buzzed, and he glanced down, his expression tightening. "Sorry, ladies. Emergency call—got to go" he said, slipping out of the room with a nod.

As soon as he was gone, Isha and Prisha turned back to me, their eyes intense.

Prisha spoke up first, curiosity lacing her voice. "Sam, I've heard of this Siddhant guy. Didn't your brother's publication publish out that article about his mother? A friend told me it caused a huge bawaal before it was taken down within half an hour."

Isha's gaze softened as she looked at me. "Sam, are you marrying him to save your brother or something?"

"It's... it's not like that," I said, trying to gather my thoughts.

"Then why, Sam? Why Siddhant Oberoi, of all people?" Prisha pressed, her expression full of worry.

I took a deep breath. "It's for my father's reputation and the company, that's all. It's mutual—we both agreed to this."

Isha sighed, reaching out to squeeze my hand. "Well, just know we're here for you, Sam. But please, don't do this for anyone else—especially not for your mother or brother. Do it only if it's what you want."

Prisha spoke up, her tone soft. "Exactly. You don't owe this to anyone."

"And let's be honest, he's not that bad; he's just thoda zyada protective of his family, especially his sister. Plus, he's super sexy, Sam," Isha said with a playful grin. "He's the kind of guy who's all trouble—but the best kind of trouble."

"Stop it, Isha!" Prisha said with a laugh. "If Vivaan heard you saying that about his childhood friend, bichara Siddhant will be fucking dead!"

Isha laughed, rolling her eyes. "Fine, fine! I'm just saying Sam's lucky. And... well, I can imagine their chemistry—especially in bedroom."

"Guys, stop!" I interrupted, cheeks burning. "This is just a marriage, nothing more!"

They both shared a mischievous look. "Okay, we'll see," they said, bursting into laughter.

Siddhant's Pov

"Kaha hai tu? Mere office aa, kaam hai!" I barked into the phone, irritation bubbling beneath the surface. Vivaan's response was quick, "haa, aata hu. Mujhe bhi kuch kaam hai tere se." But before I could say another word, he cut the call.

I was buried in files in my cabin, trying to focus when suddenly someone banged the door open. It was Vivaan, his energy filling the room. I got up, ready to exchange the usual banter. "Bhai, kaisa rha NYC ka trip? Chal ab thoda business ki tarf dhyaan de le.

But then he got straight to the point, "Are you marrying Sam? I mean Samayra? But why?"

"Because I fell for her at first sight." I smirked, knowing it wasn't what he expected.

"Stop it, Sidd!" he shot back.

"Don't call me by that FUCKING name!", I shouted.

"I'm the one who should be shouting" he continued, "You are not the guy who falls for any girl easily. Tell me the damn reason. Is it because of the article?"

I threw a file in front of him. "Read this".

He opened it, his eyes widening as he processed the information. "FORTY FUCKING PERCENT? She owns that many shares of Malhotra's? Does she even know about this?"

I shook my head. "No, she doesn't know. Not even her brother is aware. "Daadji ordered not to destroy Malhotras because of his fucking friendship with Samayra's grandfather. But that won't stop me from taking control of Malhotra Media, I said with a smirk.

"Arey, Ye to tu aise bhi kr skta hai ! Use your damn power!" he urged.

"Haan, kr skta hu, but my family's reputation is more important," I replied.

"I know this is business, but don't ever try to hurt Sam. She is like sister to me," he warned.

"Aur meri hone vali biwi," I shot back.

My phone buzzed, interrupting the moment. It was Avani, "Bhai, daadu wants to meet you abhi. Aur bhai, vo shyd gusse mein hai. Chachi, Chachu aur Riaa bhi aaye hain. Please come fast!" The call ended before I could respond.

"Kya hua?" Vivaan asked, noticing my sudden change in mood.

"Kuch na, Avani called. You know na daadaji and meri shaadi ki news," I replied, sharing a laugh with him.

As I entered the Oberoi Mansion, I could feel the atmosphere shift. Everyone was gathered in the hall, and Riaa and Avani came running to hug me. "Bhai, we missed you!" Avani exclaimed. She lived in Delhi with my Chachi, Chachu, and our cousin Riaa for her studies.

"What is this?" my grandfather asked, holding up his phone. "Yeh media ko kaafi zyada interest hai meri shaadi mein, jaise kisi film ka scene ho raha ho!" I muttered". He read the headline aloud. "CEO OF OBEROI ENTERPRISES GETTING MARRIED? IS IT A BUSINESS DEAL OR SOMETHING ELSE?".

"Wow, Bhai, You are getting married!" Avani and Riaa cheered excitedly.

"Avani, Riaa, go to your room!" Chachi intervened.

"But—" Avani started to protest.

"Go to your room, bacha," I said, leading them upstairs before turning my attention back to Daadaji.

"Daadaji, You told me not to destroy them, but at least I can own it," I said, trying to reason with him.

"This is not a way to do this," he responded.

"Marriages like this is common in business world, daadaji," I insisted.

He stepped closer, his expression softening. "I can't stop you from doing what you think is right, but remember this: don't ever take out your frustrations on Samayra for her brother's mistakes. She deserves your respect. If I catch you disrespecting her even once, you'll see that your Daadji budhe nhi hue hai ," he said with a small smile, a hint of warning in his eyes.

"Congrats, Siddhant beta!" Chachi and Chachu chimed in.

I smiled back, thinking about her.