Armaan Oberoi doesn't believe in love anymore. Not after betrayal. Not after becoming a single father to a son who is his entire world. He swore he would never love again. Betrayal turned the once warm-hearted man into someone cold, controlled, and untouchable. Trust is a risk he refuses to take. Marriage is a mistake he refuses to repeat. Love is not part of his future. Siya Malhotra doesn't believe in forever either. She learned the hard way that marriage can be a cage, and can leave scars deeper than bruises. With a past she rarely speaks about and no family to call her own, she has mastered the art of surviving alone. She doesn't believe she belongs anywhere. She doesn't believe in love. And she certainly doesn't believe in marriage. She only knows what it means to survive. So when Armaan proposes a deal - a marriage of convenience with no feelings and no expectations. it should be simple. He marries for his son. She agrees because obligation feels safer than affection. A promise strictly for a child. A union sealed on paper. What begins as a calculated arrangement slowly shifts into something neither of them prepared for. Walls begin to crack. Silences begin to soften. Guarded hearts begin to soften. Because sometimes love doesn't arrive gently. Sometimes it grows quietly in the spaces between duty and desire. And what was sealed in obligation... slowly becomes something pure. Something healing. Something forever.

Some vows are made with love. Some are made with sacrifice. And some are made when there is no choice left. She never wanted this marriage. He never imagined he would become her husband. Yet somehow, they find themselves bound by vows neither of them chose, beneath the weight of circumstances neither can escape. Two wounded hearts. One unwanted marriage. A past that refuses to stay buried. They tell themselves it is only a compromise. Only a duty. Only a marriage on paper. But some feelings don't follow rules. And some wounds don't stay buried forever. Because sometimes, the hardest part isn't saying I do. It's surviving everything that comes after.

𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬.