Marrying The Enemy

In the ancient town of Udaipur, where ancestral secrets whispered through cobblestone streets, Anaya's life hung in delicate balance. Her family's machinations had led her to the mandap, where Anshuman awaited-a man whose grief was etched into his every glance.

Three years earlier, tragedy had struck. An accident-an unforgiving twist of fate-had claimed Anshuman's beloved. He'd lost not only her life but also his own will to live. Now, as Anaya donned her bridal attire, she feared that he knew the truth-the truth she'd buried deep within her soul.

Anshuman's eyes bore into hers during the ceremony, and she saw the storm raging within him. Did he recognize her? Did he remember the twisted metal, the shattered glass, and the blood-soaked night? Anaya's heart raced, for she, too, carried scars from that collision.

At the reception, Anshuman approached her. His voice was a whisper, laden with anger. "Anaya," he said, "we share more than this wedding. You were there that night, weren't you?"

She swallowed the lump in her throat. "Yes," she admitted. "I survived."

Anshuman couldn't believe his ears. He lost everything that night and now he is bound to someone who could be the very reason he lived with so much guilt.

How does fate pick its victims? Are some people just bound by circumstance to live through tragedy? Anaya and Anshuman are two such people. Their lives are bound together by shared tragedy, but will it consume them? Will they ever find peace, or will fate strike again? Only the echoes of the past can answer that question.