Samara comes closer to me, now studying my face. Her eyes are wandering all over my facial features.

I contort my face in confusion at her weird stares, "Umm, hey-"

"Listen, can you wear my wedding dress and be a bride at my place?" She questions.

Ec-excuse me?

I give her a long stare. I think she is joking and would burst into laughter any minute...but she doesn't. Her face has no trace of humour.

"What?" I quirk up my brow.

"You've to be a bride at my place." She repeats with no hesitation. Cold shiver trickles through me.

....

Sanaya Frances, 18 years old, an orphan is finding ways to earn more to gather money for her college tuition fee. She gets a chance to work as a house cook for Hobsons - one of the richest families in New York City. At the job interview, she finds that Hobsons's second son, Ashar Hobsons is getting married within a month. On the wedding day, the bride disappears, asks Sanaya to be at her place until her return. The real bride hides Sanaya's face with a veil, so that no one can recognize the different face. She comes back, but it was too late. The rings were already EXCHANGED.

25 years old, Ashar Hobsons, a successful businessman, decides to marry his childhood friend and a daughter of close business ally. On the wedding day, he is utterly unaware that the girl behind the veil who is taking marriage vows with him is not his fiancee, but a new, young cook. His bride-to-be deceived him and the worst part is she made him married to a teenager he barely remembered.

Two complete strangers. Accidental marriage and their confused marital status. This doesn't sound easy and surely doesn't sound romantic.

I'm just going to be home now so I'm going