**Title: Forced arrange marriage**
**Description:**
When Tripti Marwah is coerced into an arranged marriage by her family, she believes she is stepping into a life of predictable comfort with a quiet, unassuming man. Little does she know, her new hu...
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Karan felt a pang of guilt as he watched Tripti crying uncontrollably. For the first time, something inside him stirred in an unfamiliar way-a sensation he couldn't quite put into words. It was unlike him to feel this way, and yet, he couldn't bear to see her tears.
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"What is happening to me? Why does her crying make me feel this way?
My thoughts were interrupted when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and saw Jashan, my baby brother. Even though I was angry with him earlier, his worried expression made me pause. Now wasn't the time to hold onto grudges.
"Bhaiya, we need to end this right now. Bhabhi is crying nonstop," Jashan said, his voice filled with concern for Tripti.
The word 'Bhabhi' hit me differently. It felt strange-something I couldn't describe-but I quickly pushed the feeling aside. Now was not the time to dwell on such thoughts. For everyone's safety, I needed to take charge.
I knew I had the power to stop this chaos in an instant, but revealing my true identity from the dark world would risk my family's safety. They had no idea who I really was in that world, and I wanted to keep it that way.
Taking a deep breath, I motioned for Jashan and my father to follow me to the entrance. We couldn't leave the others behind, so I ensured they stayed close, surrounded by our bodyguards for protection.
When we reached the entrance, my father hesitated briefly before opening the door. Outside, a heavily armed group surrounded the house, and in the middle sat a man on a chair, flanked by his guards.
I immediately recognized him.
"Mr. Karan Oberoi, I believe you know who I am," the man said with a sly smirk.
"Of course, I know," I replied curtly, choosing not to say his name aloud. My family didn't need to know who he was or the danger he represented.
The man's smirk deepened as he leaned forward. "If you want your sister to stay safe, hand over your wife to me. Right now."
His words were like a thunderclap, but what stung even more was what he said next.
