I quickly let go of the hand I was holding-the hand of the man I had been dancing with. It was just a harmless dance, or at least that's what I had thought. But the way Abhimaan was looking at me, with that dangerous intensity, told me he saw it differently. My pulse quickened as a knot formed in my stomach. Did he really care? He was not her husband but she was forced to make him will they be able bear eachother forever or the forever will never come? Forced marriage Replaced bride GrumpyXsunshine Office romance mafia king Billionaire Mature content