The first wife fled the morning after the wedding. The second wife stayed. Kavya Sharma married her sister's husband as a replacement. No romance. No choice. Just family honour and a broken billionaire who wouldn't even look at her. But in the quiet of their forest haveli - between monsoon rains and stolen touches - something shifts. He discovers her secret sketchbook. She discovers his hunger. And when her body begins to give him milk, the replacement becomes the obsession. He was her crush for three years. Now she is his only wife. And she will not leave.

Avani rested her forehead on the glass, watching the golden ramparts of Jaisalmer's ancient fort shimmer in the fading sun. It was exactly as the history books had promised-majestic, eternal. She exhaled, eyes drifting to the holographic screen hovering above her wrist. Numbers, trade routes, profit margins-her latest proposal was due tomorrow. At twenty‑eight, she was already one of India's youngest CEOs, but success weighed heavier with each passing day. If only I could have seen this city in its prime, she thought, tracing the fort's silhouette with her fingertip. The Jaisalmer of the 1600s-when camel caravans carried silk and gold, when princesses ruled not only palaces but bustling markets. A sudden honk jolted her back. The self‑driving car swerved violently-something had gone wrong. Her stomach dropped as the desert blurred outside the window. "Emergency override! Stop!" she shouted. But it was too late. The last thing she saw was the fort's towering walls rushing toward her. Then-darkness. A voice, warm and familiar, pierced the void. "Wake up, little princess." ............

"Marry me." Veer said nonchalantly sipping his coffee. "Excuse me?" Noor asked in disbelief. "Are you even deaf now?" "I will never Marry you. Not even in my nightmare." "just a contract marriage for a year. otherwise marrying you? huh... never." "What do you think of yourself Veer Singh Randhawa? Nikkah is not a joke." She replied fuming in anger. "I know that's why I'm choosing you. You hate me as much as I hate you. so you will never fall for my charms and you are rich so you will never agree to this contract just for money. simple." He replied flashing his toothy smile. "Breathing same air with you is poisonous for me then how could you even imagined that I will ever agree such nonsense of yours. I would prefer to die rather then be your fake wife." She replied getting up from her seat and stormed out. ____________________________ "Bhai-bhaijaan (brother). He is ve-veer my H-hus-husband." She shuttered and her brother enraged in anger. "you know he is a hindu." Her brother asked with clenched jaw. "ye-yes..." before she could complete her sentence ,her brother raised his hand to slap her and she closed her eyes. but the blow never hit her. She opened her eyes slowly and saw Veer holding her brother's hand. "Mr. Shah no one has a right to raise his or her hand on my wife Noor Veer Singh Randhawa. Not even her brother." Veer said smiling and left his hand. ||cover by: @Sahni_2007 ******************************* #1 on #muslim on 24/6/23 #1 on lovehate on 19/6/23 #1 on lovers on 12/4/23 #1 on Punjabi on 7/3/23 #1 on Veer on 30/11/22 #1 on jalkukda on 30/11/22 #1 on shareekehayat on 30/11/22 #1 on Noor on 25/12/22 #3 on wattpadindia on 17/2/23