Aarohi Tiwari never expected her long-time secret crush to become her husband. She was supposed to quietly admire Hriday Chaturvedi from a distance-handsome hotel heir, her father's old friend's son, the boy who once comforted her in the garden when her bunny was hurt and the man she spent years pretending not to look at. But fate has a dramatic sense of humour. On the night of his wedding, Hriday's bride runs away and Aarohi's father suggests the unthinkable. One impulsive decision, one stunned mandap, and one accidental baraat later, Aarohi becomes the replaced bride. Now married to the man she's loved since eighteen, Aarohi must navigate new rooms, shared beds, surprise tenderness and a husband who seems far too calm about everything except when songs turn romantic or she smiles too brightly. A replaced bride. A secret crush. A fated slow burn. Welcome to a romance where destiny shows up with dhols, drama and dulhaniya-level chaos.

They say love is sacred. But in this world, it's strategy. Where ivory-clad kings walk corridors that bleed power, and queens rise not with tiaras but with trial.Every glance is calculated, every silence weaponised. Here, hearts are never broken,they're bartered. Some marry for power. Some for redemption. Some just to survive. In the empire of masked alliances and whispered betrayals, love doesn't knock- it trespasses. It coils itself between duty and desire, between legacy and longing, until no one remembers where the throne ends and the heart begins. He was raised to command, not to feel. She was built to burn, not to bow. One sees emotion as weakness. The other hides it like a weapon. But even the sharpest minds can falter when loyalty begins to blur with love. And even the most dangerous men can kneel for the wrong woman or the right one at the wrong time. This isn't a story of soulmates. This is a collision of sovereigns. A war where the battlefield is love and the casualties are trust, truth, and time. In the shadows of politics and the ruins of restraint, something is rising. Not a fairytale. A force. Welcome to Siyaasat-E-Ishq: where every love story is written in ash, inked in ambition, and crowned in consequence.