PROLOGUE
Shivangi pov-
If someone had told me yesterday I’d be married today—wearing a red lehenga that wasn’t mine, taking vows meant for someone else—I would have laughed. Now, I just wanted to cry."
He doesn’t see the fear I hide behind my smiles.
He sees only betrayal when he looks at me, never the sacrifice.
I didn’t choose this. I wasn’t waiting to be anyone’s bride.
I was dragged into this storm without an umbrella—and now I’m drowning in a marriage built on hate.
Ranvijay pov-
I stood there at the mandap, my fists clenched beneath the silk of my sherwani, watching her walk toward me like nothing was wrong.
She may wear the sindoor. She may carry my last name.
But she will never be my wife.
I don’t know what game she’s playing—if she wanted my status, my wealth, or just the role that was never hers to take.
But if she thought stepping into my life would come without consequences...
She’s about to find out just how cruel I can be.
What will happen next?
Will this marriage remain a mistake… or become the beginning of something real?
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