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Aadhya Agarwal, 24, a young fashion designer with dreams dipped in red, lives like the warm glow of a diya on a quiet night. She's soft in the way she speaks, fierce in the way she loves, and carries that sunshine energy that makes people feel lighter just by standing near her. She believes in soulmate-level love, in rituals, in anklets that jingle when she walks toward a future she's always imagined for herself.
Abhinav Malhotra, 30, a CEO carved out of discipline and silence, moves through life like a man who's forgotten what warmth feels like. His world is made of glass offices, cold coffee, and unspoken fears. Stoic eyes, quiet voice, careful steps - the sort of man who keeps his heart locked behind his ribs because he's convinced it doesn't deserve a home.
She wants a real marriage.
He gives her a contract instead.
No reasons.
No explanations.
Just rules.
But every rule shakes when her warmth collides with his silence, when her middle-class softness enters his billionaire world, when her brightness starts cracking the walls he's spent years building.
Two strangers.
One contract.
A house full of tension.
A heart full of secrets.
A marriage that was never meant to feel this real.
Tropes:
β¨ arranged marriage
β¨ contract marriage
β¨ grumpy Γ sunshine
β¨ rich Γ middle class
β¨ fall-first-but-deny-it
β¨ slow-burn tension
β¨ emotional healing arc
