𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲
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I didn't ask for this marriage.
And if I'm being honest, I didn't even want it.
But in a joint Rajasthani family like mine, wanting has never been the currency. Duty is. Appearances are. And silence? That's practically a tradition.
So now, I'm the groom in a wedding I never planned, expected to welcome a wife I barely know - Inaaya Mehta.
She's... soft-spoken. Graceful. And hard to read.
The kind of woman who vanishes into a room but leaves it colder when she's gone.
The kind who makes you want to ask questions you've spent your whole life avoiding.
And maybe that's what scares me.
Because somewhere between my family's laughter, her quiet eyes, and the endless rituals, I start to forget how to keep my distance.
I don't know what she's hiding.
She doesn't know what I've buried.
But this marriage might become the one thing we both didn't see coming.
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