The priest asked softly, "Pyaar karte ho apni patni se?" He smiled, his eyes instinctively finding hers. There was calm in his expression, yet something deeply intense beneath it. Then he whisper, "Pyaar toh bas ek shabd hai..." His voice carried devotion, not hesitation. "Main uski ibadat karta hoon." He paused, as if the truth itself needed space to breathe. "I don't need to worship God in temples. I have my own goddess - my wife." For him, faith was not stone or scripture. "My devotion begins with her..." "...and ends with her." 𝗩𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵×𝗦𝗮𝗮𝗻𝘃𝗶 ◦•●◉✿Tropes ✿◉●•◦ CEO × Employee Grumpy× Sunshine Forced marriage slow burn hate to love desi × videshi Untouched male and female He fell first but both fell harder

"I'm marrying you solely because of my father's last wish, don't assume that I love you," Aanya said in a cold tone. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "You're my destiny, even death will never be able to separate us." * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Aanya Malhotra was in a relationship, but she broke up due to her career. Her ex promised he would wait for her, but she ended up hearing the news about his marriage with her friend. So, she decided to attend the wedding for her friend. Did she know that it would change her destiny? Aarav Singh Rajvansh is the king of Rajasthan, a cold and serious individual who deeply loves his family and his kingdom. He is willing to go to any length to protect his people and his land. However, his destiny takes a turn when he decides to host his girl's best friend's wedding at his palace, where he meets a girl who captures his attention and his heart. Will he be able to win her over, or will destiny play its game?