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DEDICATION.જ⁀➴

To the couple who prove that love is possible—
Even when one of them yells like a wrestler and the other sobs like a K-drama extra

To Agasthay—may you learn to speak like a human one day.

To Ruhi—may your ears recover from the trauma.

Good luck, kids.

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Three girls.
Three marriages that weren't chosen—but forced.
One of them was sold.
One of them was watched long before the wedding.
And one of them... may have killed for love.

Ruhi never saw the stalker coming—until the love letters turned into something else.
Naina escaped one hell only to land in another.
Ananya stepped into a billionaire's world and found herself questioning if she married a man... or a monster.

They're learning too late:
Obsession wears a husband's face.
And some secrets?
Are meant to stay buried.

SNEAK-PEEK.જ⁀➴

"Bro, for the love of Laxmi Mata, don't swear during the wedding," Abhimanyu warned as they neared the mandap.

Agasthay adjusted his sherwani, scowled, and said,
"I'm sweating through my f***ing nipples, and this monkey ass turban is crushing my skull. If someone tells me to smile for another photo, I'll punch a dhol."

Behind him, one of their friends burst out laughing so hard he nearly fell off the horse.

"Dude, not now," Abhimanyu growled.

Agasthay leaned closer, whispering loudly, "Do you know how many pandits it took to bless my balls today? Five. FIVE. One of them threw Ganga jal at my crotch and said 'purify this area.' What the actual—"

"Agasthay!"

Too late.

Ruhi—already overwhelmed by the crowd, the heat, and the fact that she was marrying a human F-bomb—stood up at the mandap and started crying.

"He's so loud," she sniffled. "Why is he so... so vulgar?"

"I'm expressive!" Agasthay shot back.

At that exact moment, Auntie No. 3 gasped, clutched her pearls, and fainted clean into a pile of rose petals.

"Holy mother of—uh, mangoes," Agasthay said, trying to censor himself. "She dropped like my company's stock in recession."

Abhimanyu rubbed his temples like he was two seconds from throwing Agasthay into the havan kund.

And somewhere in the background, a friend muttered,
"Best. Wedding. Ever."

TROPES.જ⁀➴

Forced Marriage / Marriage of Convenience

Grumpy x Sunshine

Emotionally unavailable hero

Protective brother

Innocent, sensitive heroine

Slow burn romance

Touch-starved man / affection-shy husband

Found family & strong female friendships

Swear jar humor

He falls first, she heals last

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