Ananya, a simple girl, is forced into marriage with Reyansh, a cold and distant royal prince. From constant arguments to stolen glances, their hate slowly turns into something neither of them expected... From the first day, clashes were inevitable. Ananya: "Reyansh... can we talk? Please..." Reyansh voice icy, standing by the window: "Talk? About what, Ananya? About how you think you're my wife?" Ananya softly: "I... I am your wife now. We can at least-" Reyansh interrupting, his eyes sharp: "No. You are not my wife. You are a burden I did not ask for. I will never love you. Understand?" Ananya swallows hard, her throat tight. Reyansh taking a step closer, voice low but harsh: "Stay away from me. Sleep anywhere... but not on my bed. Not in my room. Not close to me." Ananya opens her mouth to argue, but no words come. Her heart aches as if someone has torn it apart. Ananya whispering, voice breaking: "I... I just wanted a chance..." Reyansh cold, turning away: "There's no chance. Stay away. Don't make me regret letting you stay in this palace." But when danger and secrets threaten the palace, will their fragile bond survive, or will it all fall apart?
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