
She came to plan his brother's wedding. Not fall in love with the man who watched her like she belonged to him. Tara knew how to handle chaos. Rowdy baraatis, demanding mothers-in-law, unpredictable weather-she'd seen it all. Love wasn't something she chased. She created it-for others. Wrapped it in pastel roses, golden fairy lights, and soft violin music. A picture-perfect illusion. So when she took the thakur wedding project, it was just another event. Another venue, another bride, another checklist. Until him. Abeer thakur was supposed to be background noise. The quiet elder brother. The one who didn't smile much, didn't say much. But when he looked at her, it felt like he saw too much. She didn't notice when the tension slipped between the timelines. When her name sounded different on his lips. When her heart started racing at footsteps she hoped belonged to him. She told herself it was just adrenaline. Stress. That she was there to do her job, not rewrite her fate. But the problem with hearts is-they never read the contract. And as his brother's wedding drew closer, so did he. So now, Tara has a choice: Stick to the script she was hired to write... Or throw caution into the mandap fire and fall into a love she never saw coming.All Rights Reserved
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