He's 36, She's 24. He's a business man, She's a doctor. He's married yet lonely, She's single with rough childhood. What happens when she falls for the man, who's forbidden. They fall for each other knowing the consequences. The hearts? They don't care about consequences.

One wrong room. One reckless night. No names. No protection. She forgot his face. He never forgot hers. And the truth was waiting for the future.

She went out to forget a betrayal. She came back married to a stranger. Priya never planned to drink herself into oblivion. She only wanted the pain to quiet down-the kind that comes after love breaks you with excuses instead of honesty. One night. One stranger. No names. No promises. No tomorrow. What began as shared laughter in a loud pub spiraled into something unreal-temple bells, borrowed vows, sindoor she doesn't remember agreeing to, and a ring she wakes up wearing on the wrong hand. By morning, the alcohol fades. The memories don't. She runs-before questions can be asked, before he can wake up, before she has to face the truth of what she did... and what she felt. But some mistakes don't stay buried. A black thread still rests against her skin. A marriage still exists-whether she accepts it or not. And a man she calls a stranger may remember the night she's desperate to forget. Because the most terrifying part isn't the accidental marriage. It's the quiet truth Priya refuses to name: What if it wasn't just a mistake?

She stood beside him when success was only a possibility and failure felt inevitable. She gave him belief before the world gave him respect. Together, they built a life-brick by brick, dream by dream-until success arrived louder than love. As he rose higher, she stayed behind, holding their children, holding the home, holding everything together alone. And in that silence, she became invisible. He didn't fall out of love loudly. He replaced it quietly. She didn't confront him. She didn't demand answers. She chose dignity over drama. This is not a story of revenge. This is a story of what it costs to build someone... and what happens when you are no longer chosen. A story about love, sacrifice, motherhood, distance, and the quiet strength it takes to walk away without looking back.

He trusts no one. She is forbidden. But he wants her anyway. ____________________________________ Ram Kapoor is the heir to Mumbai's most feared crime syndicate. Ruthless. Untouchable. Consumed by revenge. Trust is a weakness he burned out of himself long ago. Until he meets her. Priya is elegance wrapped in innocence, far from the bloodstained empire he rules. To him, she is temptation he should never touch. But the closer she comes, the thinner the line between desire and destruction becomes. In a city where bullets speak louder than promises... What happens when the enemy becomes the only one worth dying for? ____________________________________ Read it as Raya-Arika admirers ♥️ This is a work of fiction. Characters belong to original creators. This story is for entertainment only. Mature themes ahead.

She was his personal assistant-professional, composed, invisible to gossip. He was power, authority, and a line she refused to cross. When silence becomes heavier than truth, love must be chosen without losing dignity.

He lied to save her life. She broke him to avenge her stolen choice. Truth comes only when both are ruined.

Some stories don't restart with fireworks. Some start again with a meeting invite, a file name, a familiar signature. Four years later, they were no longer husband and wife. But destiny didn't care. It simply whispered: "We were not done"

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