When fate intertwines two souls who has contrasting emotions for their past in a holy knot of marriage, and add to more a pair of watchful eyes suddenly started to shadow their every move.
What mysterious journey will they embark upon? Will love wi...
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Aarav Malhotra
When I was a teenager, I used to wonder what it would feel like to fall in love with someone—what it would be like to look at someone the way Dad looks at Mom. How would it feel to wake up next to someone, to spend every day, every night, your whole life with them?
But after I got married, I realized—it’s nothing special. There’s nothing magical about marrying someone, nothing extraordinary about waking up next to them, spending every moment with them. All those things I once dreamed of? They were just... ordinary.
Then again, I wasn’t in love with the person I married.
After that first marriage, I was done with all the marriage bullshit. I never planned on getting married again—not even after her death. And no, it wasn’t because I was heartbroken. I wasn’t. In fact, I felt nothing when I heard the news. Absolutely nothing.
What kind of an asshole you are? She was your best friend before she became your wife!
I couldn’t help but chuckle at the voices in my head. Best friend? Yeah, right.
But then suddenly, my family became obsessed with the idea of me getting married again—as if the last one wasn’t enough! They’ve been trying to convince me for so long, it’s exhausting. There were days I had to stay back at my penthouse just to avoid their constant bak bak.
The only reason I agreed to get married again was my mother. I just can’t bear to see her in tears—no matter the reason. I tried telling her that I’m genuinely content being alone, but my dear mother seems hell-bent on driving me insane.
I glanced at the woman sitting on the bed, a frown etched on her face as she tried to make sense of who would send her such disturbing messages.
“Are you sure you never had some psycho, obsessed lover?” I asked, unable to hold back.
“YES!” she snapped, throwing a sharp glare my way.
Just then, the door swung open and her brother walked in, his expression unreadable.
“Here, your phone,” he said, handing it over.
“Who was it? Did you see the face of the person who threw it?” Purvi and I both turned to him, waiting for answers.
“No. The person’s face was covered. He must’ve known about the CCTV cameras installed around the house,” he replied with a serious tone before walking out.
That could only mean one thing—it must be someone who knows the Ahujas personally. Maybe even someone from their inner circle.
“Haw, pata nahi kisne nazar laga diya hain merepe!” She exclaimed, gently patting her bruised cheeks.
I scoffed before saying “Tumhare saath saath meri shaadi mein bhi nazar laga diya hain”
“Tum pagal ho? Yaha mere kamre pe koi pattharein phenk raha hain aur tumhe shaadi ki padi hain!” she uttered in disbelief.
“Why wouldn’t I be worried about my own marriage, duh?”
“Aww, Mr. Malhotra, so eager to marry me?” She blinked up at me. It was kind of cringe, but I don’t know why—my heart just skipped a beat. A fucking beat! I seriously need to get myself checked.
“D-dur hato yahan se,” I stammered, stepping back so far from her that even an elephant could pass between us.
“Oh god! You’re such a chicken.” She burst out laughing, her dimple deepening—and I had to fight the ridiculous urge to poke it.
What the hell is wrong with me? Why would I even want to poke her dimple? Something is seriously off with me today.
And wait—did she just call me a chicken? Serves you right, Malhotra. You called her a Tota a few days back.
“You’re being a Tota again,” I teased. Her laughter faded, replaced by that classic eagle glare of hers.
“And you’re being desperate to marry this Tota,” she smirked.
“Ab kya kar sakte hain? Kismat mein yahi Tota likhi hai,” I said, faking a dramatic sigh.
“Okay then, let’s not get married. Let’s break it off—”
Before she could finish that idiotic sentence, I grabbed her arms and pulled her close, staring straight into her eyes.
“That option isn’t available anymore,” I said, holding up my right hand. The engagement ring she made me wear shimmered under the light. “That door closed the moment you put this ring on my finger. So be very careful with what you say—I’m a territorial man.”
“A-ah, geez, dude, chill. I didn’t mean it like that, you know why...” She pulled herself free, stepping back to catch her breath.
“Apply that antibiotic on the cut before bed. It’ll help it heal.” With that, I left her room.
Damn, she really pissed me off. I may not be in love yet, but she’s my fiancée now—and nothing can change that. Not even her.
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That brother of hers is definitely hiding something. It was written all over his face. I didn’t press him earlier because I know that leech won’t say a word.
And whoever this person is—he has to know the Ahujas personally. Otherwise, how the hell would they know about our engagement? We haven’t even announced it yet. Our parents decided to go public only after the wedding date was set.
Something clicked in my mind. I immediately grabbed my phone from the nightstand and dialled Kunal’s number.
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