Chapter 46: CHAPTER 42:A WOMAN THAT SHOULDN'T EXIST

Neti

The next morning...

I had never been more embarrassed in my entire life.

The woman in front of me—elegantly dressed, professional, and exuding the aura of someone who had seen things—was calmly writing in her notebook, completely unfazed by my growing horror.

“So, for the wedding night,” she said smoothly, adjusting her glasses as she looked at me, “do you have any specific preferences?”

I nearly choked. “Excuse me?!”

She blinked at me like I was the strange one. “Preferences, dear. The ambiance, the setting, the mood you’d like for your first night together as a married couple.”

I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

I clenched my hands into fists, desperately trying to maintain my composure. “I—I don’t—Why do I have to decide that?! Ask him!”

The woman let out a soft, knowing smile. “Oh, trust me, dear. Men are always happy with whatever happens that night. You, however, should have your comfort and desires taken into account.”

I nearly died on the spot.

Desires? Comfort? Wedding night? With Adolph?!

No. Nope. I refused to think about it.

“I—I don’t care!” I snapped, my face burning. “Just make it decent!”

Her eyes twinkled. “Romantic?”

“I—”

“Intimate?”

I gasped in horror. “Stop talking!”

The woman only chuckled, completely enjoying my suffering. “Ah, young brides. Always so shy at first. Don’t worry, dear, by the end of that night, you won’t be.”

I nearly threw the nearest object at her.

I swear, this woman was enjoying my suffering.

She continued scribbling in her notebook, humming way too happily for someone who had just traumatized me.

“Roses,” she mused, tapping the end of her pen against her lip. “Yes, red roses everywhere. They symbolize passion.”

I wanted to die.

“Candles,” she added, still not looking at my absolutely mortified face. “Soft, flickering, giving that intimate glow. Silk sheets, of course. Do you prefer white, ivory, or perhaps—”

“Just pick whatever!” I burst, my voice an octave higher than usual.

She lifted her head, arching a brow like she knew something I didn’t. “Oh, darling,” she cooed. “He’s going to devour you no matter what color the sheets are.”

I gasped so loud I thought my soul had left my body.

Why was I here? Why was I talking to this woman? And why did my entire face feel like it was on fire?

As if the universe hadn’t punished me enough, the door swung open, and in walked the worst possible person—

Pranav.

His eyes flickered between me and the wedding planner before his lips curled into a knowing smirk. “Ohh,” he drawled, “what’s this? Planning the big night?”

I shot up from my seat so fast I almost knocked over the entire table. “GET OUT!”

“Relax, Neti,” he snickered, plopping onto a chair like he belonged there. “I’m just here to help. You know, as your future husband's best man, it’s my duty to make sure everything goes smoothly.”

The wedding planner—who was clearly on Pranav’s side in my personal hell—smiled sweetly. “You’re just in time, Mr. Pranav. We were discussing the wedding night arrangements.”

Pranav let out a low whistle and leaned back, placing his hands behind his head. “Oh, now this is getting interesting.”

I hated him. I hated both of them.

“Should we discuss scented oils?” the planner asked innocently.

Pranav grinned. “Oh, absolutely. Adolph’s gonna love those.”

I lunged at him. He dodged

I should have left. I should have run the moment this woman started talking about silk sheets. But no, here I was, trapped in my own wedding planning session, with a professional sadist and a certified menace named Pranav.

The woman—who I was convinced was sent by the devil himself—clapped her hands together. “Alright, let’s get down to details! We’ve discussed the ambiance, but now let’s move on to essentials.”

My stomach dropped. “Essentials?”

She nodded, flipping a page in her notebook like this was just another casual conversation. “Yes, darling! For the wedding night experience, we must consider preferences.”

I blinked. “Preferences?”

Pranav perked up, his grin stretching wider. “Oh, this is getting good.”

The woman, who was now my number one enemy, continued unfazed. “Do you prefer lace or satin?”

I choked on air.

“For what?” I dared to ask, even though I knew I didn’t want the answer.

She gave me a knowing smile. “For your lingerie, of course.”

I’m going to die right here.

Pranav gasped dramatically and placed a hand over his heart. “Oh, Neti! What a scandalous decision!”

“SHUT UP!” I screeched, my face burning.

But the woman? She wasn’t done.

“Stockings or bare legs?”

I groaned, covering my face. “Oh my God.”

“Stockings,” Pranav answered for me, his voice dripping with amusement. “Adolph’s the type to rip them off anyway.”

I threw the nearest pillow at his face.

The wedding planner just giggled, completely unaffected. “Oh, don’t be shy, darling! Every bride wants to be perfect for her first night.”

Pranav leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes glinting with pure mischief. “You do want to be perfect for your husband, don’t you, Neti?”

I grabbed another pillow. “I will smother you.”

Pranav cackled.

But the devil woman wasn’t done.

“Would you like scented oils for massages?” she asked, completely ignoring my impending murder attempt.

I inhaled sharply. “No.”

Pranav tapped his chin. “Hmm, I think Adolph would disagree.”

I launched at him.

I had never felt this level of secondhand embarrassment before. Scratch that—this was firsthand embarrassment, burning, all-consuming, and absolutely mortifying.

The woman—who I was certain was either paid too much or just enjoyed torturing brides—smiled sweetly as if she wasn’t slowly ruining my life. “Now, darling, let’s talk about atmosphere.”

I groaned, dragging my hands down my face. “I think we’ve done enough talking.”

She gently ignored me. “Do you prefer rose petals scattered across the bed, or would you like a more sophisticated look?”

Pranav perked up again, his grin too wide. “Oh, definitely rose petals. I can already see Adolph waiting in the dim light like some dark prince.” He deepened his voice mockingly. “‘Come to me, wife.’”

I grabbed a third pillow. “STOP. TALKING.”

The woman giggled. “It’s important to set the mood! Candles or fairy lights?”

Pranav wiggled his eyebrows. “Candles, obviously. Nothing like flickering flames to match Adolph’s burning obsession.”

I turned to glare at him. “I hate you.”

“I know.” He smirked. “So, Neti, do you want the romantic playlist on low volume? Or would you rather let Adolph set the mood with his own choices?”

I froze.

Because I knew exactly what that meant.

Pranav grinned evilly. “Oh, I bet he’d put on some slow, dangerous jazz while he unbuttons his shirt all the way down—”

I hurled a pillow at his face.

The woman gasped dramatically, but instead of stopping, she leaned closer. “Speaking of—do you have a preference for how he should be dressed?”

I blinked. “Excuse me?”

She nodded seriously. “Some brides like their husbands in a suit, others prefer something casual, or perhaps…” she tilted her head, “just a robe?”

Pranav lost it. He wheeze-laughed, slapping his knee. “OH MY GOD. Imagine Adolph waiting for you in nothing but a silk robe—”

“I AM LEAVING.” I shot up from my seat.

The woman looked mildly disappointed, flipping to another page. “We haven’t even discussed lingerie options yet.”

Pranav choked on air. “Oh, this is my favorite part.”

I pointed a murderous finger at him. “I swear to everything holy—”

The woman giggled. “Would you like something soft and delicate or bold and daring?”

Pranav wiggled his brows. “Oh, she’s definitely a lace type.”

I turned to the wedding planner. “Get out.”

She just laughed and closed her notebook. “Oh, darling, you’re adorable when you’re flustered.”

Pranav clutched his stomach in laughter. “No, seriously—can I sit in on all the wedding prep? This is the best entertainment I’ve had in years.”

I glared at him, but he just winked.

Adolph was going to kill him.

And I was going to help.

This could not be happening.

The wedding planner—who I now deeply regretted letting into my life—sat across from me, flipping through a pristine, leather-bound notebook filled with way too many details about my wedding. And now, with an enthusiastic glint in her eyes, she was smiling at me like we were discussing cake flavors.

"Now, darling," she said, her tone light and professional, "what's your preference for the wedding night?"

I choked. "Excuse me?"

Pranav, who had been lounging lazily on the couch like he had all the time in the world, sat up with a huge grin. "Ohhh, this is getting good."

Before I could murder him, the wedding planner clarified, as if that made things better. "The ambiance, dear. Some brides prefer romantic candlelight, while others prefer a more dramatic setting."

I opened my mouth, closed it, then opened it again—because what was I supposed to say to that?

And then—because the universe hated me—the door opened.

Adolph stepped in.

Perfect timing.

He walked in calmly, his suit pristine, his movements controlled. His sharp, calculating eyes took in the scene: Pranav on the couch, grinning like an idiot; me, sitting stiffly in front of the wedding planner, looking like I wanted to die; and the planner herself, who seemed entirely unbothered by his presence.

"What's going on?" Adolph asked, his voice smooth but carrying that underlying authority that made my stomach twist.

"Oh!" The planner beamed. "We were just discussing the wedding night."

I slammed my hands on the table. "NO, WE WEREN'T."

Pranav snorted. "Yes, we were."

Adolph’s gaze flicked to me, then to the planner. He arched a single brow. "Oh?"

The planner nodded enthusiastically, completely unaware that I was about to die of mortification. "We want to make sure the bride is comfortable with every arrangement. Some brides enjoy rose petals on the bed, others prefer a more intimate touch with dim lighting and silk sheets."

Adolph’s lips twitched.

I glared at him. Don’t you dare.

Pranav, of course, leaned forward eagerly. "Neti prefers rose petals."

"I WILL THROW YOU OUT OF THE WINDOW."

The planner, still oblivious, tapped her chin. "And for the lingerie selection, I have some beautiful custom options. Would you like something in lace? Perhaps delicate satin?"

I froze.

The room went dead silent.

Then, slowly, oh so slowly, I turned my head to find Adolph staring at me.

Not just staring. Smirking.

Oh no. No, no, no.

He was enjoying this.

Pranav lost it, collapsing against the couch. "I CAN'T BREATHE."

I clenched my jaw. "I hate both of you."

The planner nodded, as if she had gained valuable insight. "So, lace then?"

Adolph tilted his head, his expression too relaxed. "Hmm. I do like lace."

I shot up from my chair. "I am done with this conversation."

Adolph leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, clearly amused. "You’re the one discussing it, amor."

"I AM NOT!"

Pranav wiped fake tears from his eyes. "Oh, this is so much fun. Do continue."

I turned to the wedding planner, my voice strained. "We’re done here. No more questions. No more wedding night planning. It’s a bed. I’ll sleep in it. The end."

The planner simply smiled, jotting something down. "Noted."

I stormed toward the door, fully intending to leave and never return—but not before hearing Pranav whisper to Adolph:

"You lucky bastard."

Adolph just smirked.

I threw a pillow at them both and slammed the door behind me.

This woman—this relentless menace disguised as a wedding planner—was getting into every single detail of my life, and there was no escape.

"Now, dear," she purred, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against her clipboard, "for the honeymoon suite, do you prefer soft rose petals or something a little more... intense?"

I choked on my own breath. "What?"

Adolph, lounging comfortably beside me on the velvet couch, barely concealed his smirk. "Yes, darling," he drawled, "something more... intense?" His voice dipped into a rich, teasing tone, and I resisted the overwhelming urge to kick him.

I clenched my fists. "I don't care. Just make it normal."

The wedding planner hummed, completely ignoring my clear discomfort. "Oh, but normal can be so dull, sweetheart. A bit of spice—"

"She prefers vanilla," Adolph cut in smoothly, his smirk deepening as he tilted his head toward me. "Sweet, innocent, completely traditional."

My jaw dropped. "I never said that!"

The woman giggled, as if this was some kind of playful exchange and not actual torture. "Oh, Mr. Alessandro, you seem to know your fiancée so well."

"Of course," he replied effortlessly, swirling the wine glass in his hand, his eyes never leaving mine. "She’s a delicate little thing. Wouldn’t dream of anything too wild... right, cara mia?"

The way he said that, the way his eyes flickered with pure mischief, made my skin burn.

I turned to the planner, my voice sharp. "Can we move on?"

"Of course, of course!" she chirped. "Now, about the lingerie—"

I froze. "Excuse me?"

She beamed at me. "The bridal lingerie, dear. The first night should be memorable, don’t you think?"

Adolph chuckled, leaning back against the couch like he was thoroughly enjoying my suffering. "Memorable," he repeated, his gaze dark and amused as it raked over me. "I agree."

I glared at him. "Shut up."

The planner pretended not to notice our silent war. "Do you prefer silk or lace? Maybe something sheer?"

"I don’t—"

"Sheer," Adolph interjected smoothly, his voice far too entertained.

"ADOLPH!"

He tilted his head, all innocence. "What? I’m just helping. That’s what a good fiancé does, isn’t it?"

I wanted to murder him.

The planner sighed dreamily. "Ah, young love. So passionate!"

I clenched my teeth. "I will personally throw you out of this mansion."

"Now, now," Adolph mused, leaning in, his lips almost brushing my ear. "You wouldn’t want to miss all these important discussions, would you?"

I shivered despite myself and hated that he noticed.

The planner gave me an encouraging smile. "You two have such wonderful chemistry!"

I shot Adolph a death glare. He just grinned.

This was hell.

"It'll really doesn't matter, I'll sleep" I finally snapped

"Oh,but I won't let you"

I threw a pillow but he dodged it way too casually

"And two last questions" the lady beamed,"What do you want him to,I mean some brides go for suit,some for something casual"

"Like?" I asked a question that was worth digging my own grave

"A robe" she smiled and my brain was just fucked up

Pranav who was nearly dead from laughing said,"Oh God,I can imagine Adolph sitting in a silk robe and is waiting for Neti and then commanding like –" he deepend his voice,"Come here,wifey and ride my–"

I threw a pillow at him and luckily it hit him square in the face

"And the one last question" the lady said, clearly enjoying my misery like both of them,"You prefer it with or without condoms and if you do which flavour or.... flavours "

I died,the universe really hate me

Pranav was dead too but for a different reason

And Adolph

He's enjoying this

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