✨ She's high heels and headlines. He's grease stains and attitude. Together? A disaster waiting to trend. I woke up with a hangover, a husband, and a gold ring that matched nothing in my wardrobe. He's a broke mechanic's assistant from a tiny village. I'm India's most talked-about CEO in stilettos worth his rent. We should've signed divorce papers. Instead, thanks to one stupid law - and my even stupider PR team - we're playing happy couple for six whole months. Photo shoots. Fake kisses. Matching rings. He glares, I sass. He smirks, I combust. The problem? Somewhere between his annoying grin, his loud family, and the way he looks at me like he actually sees me... I forgot this marriage was supposed to be fake.
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