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The mandap was silent.
No sindoor. No groom.
Just a girl - standing in red, her hands trembling as her world collapsed in front of hundreds of eyes.
Khanak Tripathi.
The girl whose wedding broke before her vows could begin.
The girl who didn't cry - because even tears felt too loud.
People whispered. Some pitied. Some smirked.
And just when the shame was about to swallow her whole...
He walked in.
Aarav Raichand.
India's youngest business tycoon. Known for his ruthlessness, feared for his power.
He wasn't invited.
He wasn't even meant to stop.
But he did.
His eyes didn't flicker.
His jaw didn't soften.
He just looked at her - standing there, alone - and for the first time in years, he asked:
"Do you want me to take you away from this mess?"
"Do you want my name?"
Khanak looked up, startled.
The room spun. The cameras clicked. Her mother's sob broke the silence.
"I... I don't know..." she whispered, her voice barely holding.
"Then don't say yes for me," he said. "Say it to save yourself."
She didn't nod. She didn't run.
She just stood still.
Until someone from the crowd shouted,
"Be thankful he's asking at all."
Another voice added,
"You want your daughter to live with this shame?"
"This is her only chance-"
Her father, broken. Her mother, pleading.
And her heart?
Numb.
And then... she gave the smallest nod.
Not to Aarav. Not to love. Not even to fate.
She nodded to survival.
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That night, without rituals or love, without songs or promises,
Khanak Tripathi became Mrs. Aarav Raichand.
And as the cameras flashed -
As sindoor touched her hairline not out of affection, but accident -
One question remained:
Can a marriage born from ruin... ever learn to breathe?
Can a cold billionaire protect a girl who still flinches when someone raises their voice?
Can two strangers, bound by shame and decision, ever find something like love?
Or is this just the beginning...
of a marriage that will either heal them - or destroy them both.