"𝑺𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆, 𝑴𝒓𝒔. 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒊𝒌... 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖... 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆, 𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌?" #1 in maturethemes 16,17,18/06/2026 "Aarohi Advik Oberoi." The name felt borrowed. Looking back at my ruined wedding, it was a marriage that happened entirely for namesake. My perfect fairytale ended before it even began. Left at the altar by the man I loved, I was handed over to his cousin like a piece of corporate damage control. No love. No choice. Just a heavy mangalsutra and a namesake title meant to protect my family's honor from public ruin. Advik Oberoi was a reckless, disoriented weirdo. A cold narcissist who spent his life running from responsibility. When I bitterly asked if I was just a replacement arrangement, I expected a jerk. I expected him to laugh. Instead, his grey eyes narrowed, holding a sharp, unreadable maturity that cut right through my grief. "Don't turn this into something simpler than it is," he warned quietly, his voice cutting through the heavy air. "You can hate me if it helps. Just don't mistake me for him." I started this marriage with a borrowed name and a broken heart. But trapped under the same roof with a beautifully chaotic stranger, I'm realizing that a little bit of madness might be the only thing capable of piecing me back together.