Billionaire's Secret Wife

Sharanya's pov.

What the hell was that? How could she have just ordered me to marry Neil? He was already married, and it's illegal. Okay, okay, okay, calm down, Sharanya. You were here to do work. Just do that and leave this palace as soon as possible.

My eyes travelled to my mother, as she was doing her work silently, and tears made their way from my eyes. Why was our fate so cruel to us? Why can't I give her the happiness she deserves? She was sick and suffering from a deadly disease, but she was still working.

God, please help us!

"He is here, he is here," I heard everyone say, as they ran towards the main door.

The billionaire Neil Ahuja was here.

The part of me wanted to see his face! I mean, why not? He was hot!! I did stalk him a few times on his social media profile.

I walked towards the door, standing in the middle of the crowd. Damn, why were they all so excited? These girls were really pushing me.

The chauffeur opened the door to his car and stepped out. Buttoning his blazer, the sunlight directly fell on his face, making it glow more and making his lips shine. Damn, his lips were more pink than mine. I couldn't see his eyes as he was wearing sunglasses and the earpods were in his ears. He seemed irritated at seeing everyone.

And then she came out, I mean, his wife. She was wearing a saree, the designer one. She clutched Neil's arm, which he jerked. Oh mine, what was that? No one noticed it, but I did.

Lekha mam did their aarti and they stepped in. His branded shoes made sounds as he walked inside, opening his sunglasses.

"Neil, my child, I've missed you so much." Lekha mam hugged him and he hugged her back.

"Sharanya, go to the kitchen and arrange refreshments for Neil and Anusha," she said, and I nodded and went to the kitchen, where the other servant girls my age were gossiping about Neil.

Without caring about all this, I started preparing the refreshments with the help of my mama.

I placed everything on the table and brought a glass of juice to Mrs. Ahuja and was about to pass it to Mr. Ahuja, but my foot tucked in my long skirt and my eyes widened in horror. I didn't want to fall on his branded pants, but before that, he placed his hand on mine, preventing it from falling.

I shivered just at the mere touch of his hand, and I don't know why.

I heard him speak in his hard and cold tone as he took the glass from my hand. I moved back, straightening myself, murmuring "sorry."

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At night

"Come in," she said from inside as he knocked on the door.

"Yeah, mom, you called?" It was Neil, as he stepped inside Lekha's room.

"Yeah, come sit here," she said, pointing towards the couch.

He sat and looked at her with a questioning look.

"How's business going in Mumbai?" She questioned

"Everything is fine," he answered.

"Neil, I want you to fulfil my one wish!! Will you do it for me? " His eyes shot up at her question.

"I can do anything for you, mom; just order," he replied.

"I want you to marry, Sharanya," she said, looking at him with a serious expression.

"Sharanya that little girl?" He asked, and his mother nodded.

"What the fuck you are saying, mom? I am already married and they still want me to marry that little girl! Like, are you out of your mind? " He freaked out.

"Watch your tongue, Neil." Her voice was stern, and he shook his head in disbelief.

"You just said you are ready to fulfil my wish," she said, and he let out a frustrated sigh.

"It's illegal, mom, and I don't want to destroy her life," he said, looking at her.

"Neil, it will be a secret," Lekha said, trying to make him understand.

"Why, mom? Like, why do you want me to marry her? I am already married. Why can't you understand? " This time Neil shouted.

"Don't you dare raise your voice in front of me, Mr. Neil Ahuja," Lekha, too, shouted. "And I think you are forgetting who you are." He reminded him, and his palm curled into a fist.

"Sorry," he mumbled, controlling his anger.

"Neil, you have to say yes. You don't have any other option," she said, and he looked down, shaking his head.

"Baccha (child), don't worry, it will be a secret between you and Sharanya, just say yes," Lekha said softly this time.

"I want to talk to her once. If she says no, then I won't marry her." He said, being helpless, and somewhat knowing she would be going to say no, which he couldn't.

"Sure, you can talk with her tomorrow as it's pretty late." He nodded and walked out of her room, leaving a smirking Lekha behind.

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"Sharanya Neil, sir, has summoned you to the terrace."One butler informed me, as I was busy doing work on my mother's behalf, that she was not fine with her nose bleed in the morning, which freaked me out.

Nodding, I went upstairs, clutching the side of my skirt.

Okay, Sharanya, you can do it. Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside the terrace. I was hell-nervous as well as scared.

I discovered him standing aimlessly staring in a particular direction, his back to me.He was wearing track pants and a fitted shirt; his muscles popped out, giving a sexy view.

I cleared my throat and he turned towards me. I'd faint just from his appearance and aura.His messy hairs spread on his forehead and his sharp nose, and of course his pink lips, which I was jealous of, and that mole above his lips and also on the side of his neck.

Damn Sharanya Control yourself.

"Sir, you..." called out. I asked, stuttering.

"Sit," he said, pointing towards the opposite chair. I sat, and he sat opposite me.

I looked down, rubbing my sweaty palms as I was getting nervous in front of him.

"So your mother told you to marry me, huh?"He asked, and my eyes shot up as I looked at him, then looked down, nodding my head.