The Exchanged Bride

Reyansh Singh Raichand felt like the happiest man in the whole universe right now, he was married to the love of his life after all. Or so he thought. He goes inside his room excitedly to meet his girlfriend who's now his wife. This all felt so thrilling.

He smiled slyly as he looked at his wife sitting on the bed with a veil on her face. He took slow steps towards her and opens the veil and to say he was shocked would be an understatement.

"Who the hell are you? " he asked or rather say screamed, he was beyond shocked, while he was expecting his one and only girlfriend to welcome him with a blush for their special night as Mr. and Mrs., what he got was an unknown girl sitting on his bed wearing his bride's dress,

"Answer me damn it, and what the fuck are you doing on my bed? who allowed you here?" he asked, whilst she was sitting there causally not affected by his screams, not even a bit, which pissed him off even more badly.

"She is your wife." he heard his mom who entered the room, just now.

"What the fuck? " he was dumbstruck and speechless hearing this little news, it's the biggest shock of his life.

"How is that possible?" he questioned his mother furiously,

"I exchanged your girlfriend with her." she was smirking evilly.

"How could you do this to me? I thought you loved me? " Reyansh accused his mother.

"Trust me, I do and that's why I had to do all this. Well, I'm so tired with all the wedding arrangements. Let me go sleep. Good night both of you." his mother told them with a sly smile and leaves the room.

In between all this drama, he noticed the girl, his Exchanged bride or whatsoever was all casual and cool, she wasn't bothered to even get up from his bed.

He laughed at his fate, he didn't expect this to happen, he married a complete stranger whose name he doesn't even know, all he knew about her was, she was "His Exchanged Bride"