"You're running away from a wedding?" Dev asked, one brow raised. Ananya smirked, leaning back against his SUV like she owned it. "No. My wedding ran away from me." He chuckled, low and lazy. "That's a new one. Bride abandoned at a dhaba in full lehenga." She stepped closer, eyes locked. "Don't act like you're not impressed." He didn't flinch. Just looked at her like she was a riddle wrapped in fire. "I don't do chaos." She tilted her head. "Too bad. Chaos is exactly what I need right now." And just like that - two broken strangers, one lost bride, and five days on the road together. What could possibly go wrong? What happens when a bride gets left behind at a roadside dhaba - by her own wedding caravan? Ananya was supposed to be headed toward a fairy-tale hilltop wedding. Instead, she ends up sipping chai with a stranger who's running from his past. He's broody. She's furious. And the road ahead? Let's just say... it wasn't on the itinerary.
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