Meet Sanjana Singhania.She is 27 years old,a interior designer in Delhi.She has no boyfriends and she thinks the reason is she is too perfect for anyone or anyways reverse of it i.e.,she might be too imperfect afterall she had a bad past.Her parents finally decide to get Sanjana married of their own choice after realising she is hopeless of falling in love.But wait!There's a catch!Sanjana is wedded off to Raj. Meet Raj Oberoi.He is 34 years old and is CEO of an leading investment Bank in Mumbai.He is too busy to be entangled in any sort of love after his college.So,his parents decide to get him married of their own choice.But the daughter in law his parents had decided ran away. So,what happens when they meet?They fall in love? No,but they are married...into a arranged marriage that too suddenly.With little butterflies flying and some interesting exes and past trying to come in between,what is next? Read on to find more. Note:No Steamy Romance involved! #9 rank in romance on 11 May! #86 rank in romance on 30 March! #77rank in romance on 8th April! #15 rank in romance on 4th May!

" Mumma, I am eighteen right now. I've not even started my college and you want me to get married to man who is six years older! This is not fair." I shouted, exasperated. " Swara, your sister has betrayed all of us and has run away from her own wedding. All the guests are waiting for the bride to come out. You know your grandfather's medical condition . He will not be able to take any shock right now and you if you don't go out, his hard earned reputation will get tainted and he may not be able to absorb this shock." Mumma tried to reason. " What about Aditya....? I call him jiju (brother in law) for god's sake maa!" I exclaimed. " He will be okay with this marriage." Amrita aunty said, entering the room. " Mumma...this is going to spoil three lives." I tried, talking sense. " Swara, beta please do this for both of the families." Aunty said, folding her hands in front of me. " I need to talk to him first." I demaded to which both of them obliged and within next five minutes, my so called jiju was standing in front of me. " I tried to reason out with them. Turns out they did not understand. Didi loves you. I think she must have been forced to take this decision." I said, defending Kritika di. " Forced? Her letter clearly states otherwise." He spoke with so much hatred in his voice. I kept quiet. " Get dressed and come to the mandap (pavilion)" He said and left the room, banging the door on his way. " Thank you so much ganpati bappa (god) for throwing me in this mess." I muttered and without an option, started getting ready. God, what is going to happen with my life now!