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Niharika Oswal always believed her life was painfully normal-until the day Rihaan Singh Rathore put a mangalsutra around her neck and turned her world into the opening chapter of every dark romance novel she had ever devoured at 2 a.m.
She should have been terrified.
Any normal girl would be.
But she wasn't normal.
She was an extrovert with a dramatic heart, an overactive imagination, and a deep, slightly embarrassing love for stories where the hero kidnapped the heroine, married her out of revenge, and then fell hopelessly in love with her.
Except... in her story, only she was in love.
Rihaan wasn't.
He stood beside her now, tall and unreadable, his jaw stiff with anger he didn't bother hiding. He thought marrying her was the perfect way to strike her father where it hurt most.
He didn't know she'd spent years secretly crushing on him.
He didn't know she'd fantasized about this exact moment-minus the revenge plot, of course.
As the priest blessed their forced union, Rihaan leaned down and whispered, voice dark and edged with bitterness, "This marriage is my revenge, Niharika. Don't expect anything else."
She should have cried.
She should have broken.
Instead, her stupid, romance-corrupted heart skipped a beat.
God, she thought, I really am the target audience for dark romance.
She looked up at him and smiled-small, soft, and annoyingly hopeful.
He married her to ruin her father.
She married him because she couldn't imagine being anyone else's bride.
And somewhere between his anger and her secret excitement... their story truly began.