Billionaire’s unexpected bliss “Love Bridges Two World”

Haera woke up as sunlight scattered in a geometric pattern across her bedsheet. The moment she opened her eyes, she started arguing with her mother for bringing up the blind date her father had arranged for her that day. Ever since she completed her undergraduate degree, her parents had been pressuring her to get married. Today, they had even gone so far as to set up a meeting at a nearby restaurant without consulting her, which infuriated her more than anything. Her mother usually supported her, but when it came to marriage, she was never on Haera's side. Haera had just graduated and landed a job at a prestigious tech company—a dream role that most freshers would die for. Yet, instead of appreciating her achievement, her parents were solely focused on settling her down with a man of their approval. She had no desire to get married, especially not through an arranged setup. She confronted her mother, saying, “I’ve told you repeatedly that I don’t want to get married right now. But you never listen, even though I’ve made my feelings clear dozens of times.” Her mother countered, “What is so wrong with getting married? I married your father when I was nineteen, and by your age, I was already holding you in my arms.” Haera simply shook her head and replied, “No, Mom, I’m done discussing this. I’m not going with you today. I’m leaving for work. Goodbye.” Her mother shouted after her, calling her name repeatedly, but Haera didn't stop. She grabbed her bag, slipped into her shoes, flung open the door, and hurried down the stairs, barely glancing back at her mother's anxious expression. She hailed a cab and left for work, never bothering to check her phone or messages. Had she checked them, she would not have returned home later only to walk right into a meeting with the prospective groom inside her own living room instead of the restaurant. She glared at her brother while attempting to maintain a calm facade, even as her insides boiled with rage. Her brother gave her a sympathetic look and gestured toward his phone—he had texted her a warning, but she hadn't noticed. Haera watched as her mother and father fussed over the man sitting on the adjacent sofa opposite them, alongside his parents. Unable to cause a scene in front of guests, she forced a polite smile as they greeted her. Part of her wanted to turn around, run back out into the street, and scream. However, she had to save face for her family's sake. Her mother quickly grasped her hand and said loudly, “You’re home, dear! Why don’t you go change so we can introduce you properly?” She ushered her toward the stairs, nudging her toward her room upstairs. The moment her bedroom door closed, Haera confronted her mother in a low voice, “What is wrong with you, Mom? Why would you do this behind my back?” “Because you refuse to listen to us! You even canceled the restaurant meeting on your own. What choice did you leave us?” her mother whispered back. Noticing her daughter’s growing gloom, she attempted to reassure her: “It’s just a meeting, nothing is finalized. Go dress up, and when you come down, please behave.” With that, she turned and headed back downstairs. Fuming with frustration, Haera threw her laptop bag onto her bed. At that moment, she resolved that she had to leave. If she wanted to pursue her dreams, she would have to do it on her own terms. Her parents and her current environment would never allow her to live freely, despite her financial independence. Girt with newfound resolve, she put on an elegant kurta paired with jeans and walked downstairs to greet the guests, her face an unreadable mask of composure. She glanced at the man meant to be her groom. He appeared refined, with sleek silver-framed spectacles that gave him a mature air. Her parents introduced them: “Meet Mr. and Mrs. Kumar, and this is their son, Mr. Rithesh.” Haera offered a polite hello and sat on the sofa beside her brother, Naitik, subtly pinching his thigh as if blaming him for the situation. The Kumars owned a well-known, highly lucrative construction firm in the city. “No wonder Mom was so eager to marry you off,” her brother muttered under his breath. Haera clenched her fists. Coming from a upper middle-class background, her parents were eager to accept a match that could offer her a significantly luxurious lifestyle. “So they aren't even planning to ask for my opinion?” she whispered to her brother. “Nope, it’s already a done deal.” Her brother whispered back. Her eyes widened in disbelief as the reality of her powerlessness washed over her. Her fingers trembled as she digested his blunt response. Mrs. Kumar smiled warmly at her and said, “Sweetheart, my son liked you the moment he saw your photograph. He is head over heels for you, and we adore you as well.” She then turned to Haera's parents and suggested, “How about we let the two young people talk while we discuss the wedding details?” Haera’s mind buzzed at the word wedding. Before she fully processed it, she found herself leading Rithesh up to her room. When she snapped back to reality, he was already looking at her. After exchanging brief greetings, he broke the silence: “Are you nervous?” “What?” she asked, still disoriented by the fast-moving events. “The marriage, the wedding talk... all of it. Are you nervous? Because I am.” Haera looked at him and offered a detached response, “Yeah.” She had no desire for small talk while her mind raced at a thousand miles a second. He asked for her age, to which she replied twenty-one. “Oh, you're five years younger than me,” he noted. Shortly after, her mother called her down. Haera let out a quiet breath and led Rithesh back downstairs. She found her parents deeply engaged in a heated conversation with the Kumars about dates, completely ignoring her presence. The word engagement slipped from her mother’s lips, snapping Haera’s focus like a stretched rubber band. Once the guests finally departed, the house turned into an absolute warzone. Haera argued passionately with her parents before locking herself in her room to block out the noise. She could still hear faint raised voices from downstairs—only her brother remained in her corner. Her parents continued to debate how respectable the family was and how fortunate she was to secure such a proposal. Unable to take it any longer, she was driven by a sudden impulse to pack her clothes and belongings. By midnight, her bags were securely hidden under her bed. She didn't have a concrete plan yet, but she was determined to figure one out. She texted her best friend, pouring out everything that had happened and detailing her plan to leave the city. The next morning, feeling like a zombie, she headed to work. Upon opening her email, she was stunned by what she saw: an invitation to an exclusive program she had been nominated for, though not yet confirmed. Having won the Best Employee award within just her first year at the company—one of the youngest to ever do so—she was a strong candidate. A spark of hope rekindled within her, dispersing the dark despair from the night before. Shortly after, her manager, Sebastian, called her into the conference room alongside her colleagues—including her best friend, Jo, who was entirely consumed by the wedding gossip Haera had shared earlier. Setting the drama aside, they headed toward the conference hall. Draped in a saree for the company's upcoming celebration, Haera commanded attention, turning heads as she walked confidently down the office hallway.