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She went out to forget a betrayal.
She came back married to a stranger.
Priya never planned to drink herself into oblivion. She only wanted the pain to quiet down-the kind that comes after love breaks you with excuses instead of honesty.
One night.
One stranger.
No names. No promises. No tomorrow.
What began as shared laughter in a loud pub spiraled into something unreal-temple bells, borrowed vows, sindoor she doesn't remember agreeing to, and a ring she wakes up wearing on the wrong hand.
By morning, the alcohol fades.
The memories don't.
She runs-before questions can be asked, before he can wake up, before she has to face the truth of what she did... and what she felt.
But some mistakes don't stay buried.
A black thread still rests against her skin.
A marriage still exists-whether she accepts it or not.
And a man she calls a stranger may remember the night she's desperate to forget.
Because the most terrifying part isn't the accidental marriage.
It's the quiet truth Priya refuses to name:
What if it wasn't just a mistake?