"Why did you marry me, Alessandro? I am nothing but a burden to everyone." Anupama says with a trembling voice. Tears are streaming down her rosy chicks.
"You are not a burden Cara. You are my wife and mother of our daughter. But before that, you ar...
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Anupama's POV:-
"So you're saying that someone intentionally told the press about our marriage and also gave them a false report saying that I have married you just because of your money." I wonder aloud after taking a sip from my evening tea. Everyone has gone after lunch and Advira is playing with her Nonna (grandma) so I and Mr. Bianchi are sitting in the library attached to his office room for some discussion he wants to do with me.
"Correct but that's not the main problem here. There is someone who is working with the press against me, that person is giving information about my personal life to the press and they are using it by any means they want." Mr. Bianchi replies. I can't say that I understand what he is feeling now because I have never faced something like this in my life before but I am sure he will solve this problem soon.
"Then what should we do now? It can taint your reputation if people start to believe whatever the press is saying." I tell him with concern because I have seen how these presses work and do anything to gain popularity. That's why Baba has always tried to maintain his image in front of the paparazzi or media. Nowadays, they mostly write things which can provoke the public. However, not everyone from the media or press are bad because they know what is right and wrong.
"Aren't you worried about yourself? They are saying improper things about you and you are concern about my reputation?" He exclaims with a look of disbelief. I shrug my shoulders and put the empty cup down on the nearby table.
"I am nothing compare to you, Mr. Bianchi. I am a simple girl who is the daughter of a millionaire and now the wife of a multi-billionaire. That's all I have as my identity. Also, it's not the first time someone has said anything bad about me so you can say that I am used to hearing things like these." I reply without thinking how much my words can anger him because the next thing I know he has flipped the table in front of us without breaking any sweat. I jump out of my seat in fear seeing the hard look on his face.
"Sit down on your damn place Mrs. Anhuphama Bianchi." He orders me when he notices that I am backing away from him. I stop in my place and gulp in fear because he is looking very scary. When he sees that I am still standing he takes a hold of my hand and makes me seat down on the single couch before crouching in front of me.
"Why do you think so low of you? Why do you keep giving others importance and yourself so much negligence?" I am taken aback by his questions because I have never thought that he will ask something like that. I want to answer him but something is holding me back, maybe because of the look he is giving as if saying don't lie to him.
"I don't need to think anything when I know everything I have said is true." I reply with difficulties as I remember how Thakurmaa and Pishimaa used to remind me everyday how unworthy I am.
