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Yuvraj Singhania - heir to a powerful business empire, arrogant to the core, and known for never bending to anyone... except his beloved grandmother.
Tanisha Mittal - the cheerful, pampered daughter of a loving family. Sweet and obedient, but knows how to bite back when pushed.
When their grandmothers scheme to get them married, neither has a choice. But Yuvi has a plan-revenge. What happens when the man with a grudge starts falling for the woman he vowed to hurt?
Will love bloom from the mess he's made, or will it be too late?
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Yuvi grabbed her throat in a firm grip and pulled her close to himself. "When someone suggests you'll end up with another man, you correct them. Firmly. You tell them you're marrying me." Her breath hitched. So he had heard everything.
She recovered quickly, forcing her voice to remain indifferent. "That's none of their business."
"Oh, but it is," he countered smoothly, his gaze flickering to her lips before meeting her eyes again. "And you make it your business to tell them that."
Taani let out a humorless chuckle. "Anything else, Your Majesty?"
Yuvraj leaned in even closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Last but definitely not least, kitten-" his lips brushed against hers, just a fleeting touch, enough to taste the hint of cherry on them-"call me your 'friend' again, and married or not, I won't hesitate to kiss the daylights out of you in front of them."
Taani's eyes widened at the brief contact, her breath hitching. Before she could react, he stepped back, slipping his hands into his pockets with infuriating ease, as if nothing had happened-as if he hadn't just turned her entire world upside down.
She held his gaze, her voice unwavering. "First, I can hug whoever I want."
Yuvraj smirked. "Oh, sweetheart, then you'll see what I do in retaliation and I promise, you won't like it one bit."
"Shh. Don't interrupt," she murmured, pressing a single finger to his lips.
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