Unwanted Vows
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Samaira Malhotra's world shatters when she is forced into an unwanted marriage-a last resort to save her father drowning in debt. But fate plays a cruel game. On the night of the wedding, Anirudh Sehgal, a reckless womanizer, abandons her for his ex, leaving her humiliated and trapped in an inescapable nightmare.
Just when she thinks the worst is over, Reyansh Sehgal, the cold and enigmatic elder brother, steps in. A man of few words, burdened by responsibilities and untouched by love, he offers her his name to protect her from disgrace and salvage what remains of their families' honour.
But Samaira refuses to accept him. He is the brother of the man who betrayed her. He is a part of the family that treated her like a pawn. But thinking of her father's helplessness, Samaira agrees-only in name, never in heart.
"Aap mere Pati zaroor hain, Mr. Sehgal... lekin mere dil par apka koi haq nahi."
Yet, beneath his composed exterior, Reyansh Sehgal is a man who falls once-and when he does, he falls hard.
In a marriage built on obligation and betrayal, can love find its way?
Or, will the unwanted vows remain just that-unwanted?
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