Chapter 8: The Hairy Truth and a Honeymoon Twist

Chapter 8: The Honeymoon Trap

After the horror show at the beauty parlor (Monty's poor legs still ached from the waxing session), Romi brought Monty back home, pretending everything was normal. But Monty was not letting it slide. In the car, sitting stiffly beside Romi, Monty kept glaring at him with laser-focused fury.

"If looks could kill, I'd be a handsome corpse," Romi mumbled, trying not to laugh.

Just then, Romi leaned close to Monty's ear and whispered, "You looked like a wild forest princess with those hairy legs. The waxing was necessary for the sake of humanity."

Monty clenched his fists. "You jerk! I'm going to turn you into a wax statue next!" he hissed, still careful to keep his ladylike voice.

They finally reached Monty's—sorry, Preety's—home for the traditional Pagphera ceremony, where the new bride visits her parental home after marriage. Monty was still steaming as they stepped inside. His family greeted both of them with warmth and excitement. Hugs, sweets, and typical auntie comments like, "Preety, you've become even more beautiful after marriage!" followed.

Monty took a chance to pull his mom aside while Romi was distracted, busy charming the ladies.

"Maa," he whispered urgently, pulling her into the kitchen. "How long is this drama going to continue? Do they still have no idea about Preety's real identity?"

His mother sighed. "Not yet, beta. Just a few more days. Please... for my heart's sake, let's keep this going."

Monty looked genuinely stressed. He pulled up his long dress slightly to show her his newly waxed, reddish legs.

"Romi saw the hair on my legs this morning. I thought he got suspicious... but no. That psycho made me get waxed! WAXED!" he hissed.

His mom burst out laughing. "You poor thing!" she said, wiping tears from her eyes.

Monty crossed his arms. "Wow. My own mother laughing at my suffering. Great. What a supportive family."

"Okay okay, I'm sorry!" she said between giggles. "We'll find a way out of this soon. I promise."

But the surprises weren't over.

Back at Romi's place, Monty had to return dressed once again as the blushing bride, Preety. He sighed dramatically. "If I have to pretend one more day, I swear I'll apply for a real marriage license just out of spite."

Just as Monty thought things couldn't get worse, they stepped inside and were greeted by Mr. Roy (Romi's father) and Laxmi (Romi's mom). They both looked suspiciously cheerful.

"Surprise!" Laxmi clapped. "You two are going to Switzerland tonight!"

Monty's brain went blank. "Wait, what now?"

Mr. Roy handed over two flight tickets, along with a thick envelope. "Everything's packed, your itinerary is ready, and the suite is waiting. Your honeymoon starts tonight!"

Romi's jaw hit the floor.

"Honeymoon?!" he said loudly. "Are you serious?! I agreed to this wedding under pressure, but I am not going on a honeymoon with... with her!"

Monty narrowed his eyes. "Excuse me? What do you mean 'her'? Are you implying I'm not honeymoon-worthy?"

"No, I mean—" Romi fumbled. "I mean, I didn't sign up for romantic snowflakes and candlelit baths!"

Before the argument escalated, Mr. Roy grabbed Romi's hand. "Come with me," he said calmly, leading him into a separate room.

Monty stood outside, biting his lip nervously. What were they talking about? What did Romi's dad have up his sleeve?

Inside the room, Mr. Roy showed Romi something on his phone—something serious. Romi's eyes widened. His expression changed from annoyance to guilt to shock, and then... tears.

When they stepped out again, Romi's demeanor had completely shifted.

He looked at Monty and said, "Okay... we're going to Switzerland."

Monty almost fainted. "WHAT?! No, no, no! We can't go there! Do you know how expensive Swiss chocolate is?! We'll die fat AND found out!"

"Relax, wifey," Romi said with a smirk. "We're married. Time to act like it."

Monty whispered to himself, "I'm going to kill his dad. I swear on my waxed legs."

As everyone in the house celebrated and prepared for their departure, Monty mentally packed panic into every suitcase.

He called his mom the first chance he got.

"Maa! They're sending us to Switzerland! This is DEFCON 1! I repeat—DEFCON 1!"