"Married To A Debt [18+]"

"Married To A Debt [18+]"

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Ishaani never imagined her father's debt would chain her to a man like Rashvik Singhania - Delhi's most feared mafia and the heartless CEO everyone whispered about. He married her, yes... but not for love. He called it a deal, a mortgage, a punishment for her father's helplessness. For weeks, she lived in the cold marble mansion where no one dared to speak without his permission. Rashvik didn't look at her as a wife - only as a reminder of a debt he owned. His rules were sharp, his silence louder than his anger. But as time passed, Ishaani's kindness started breaking through the walls he built around his soul. He hated her smile because it made him feel. He hated her tears because it made him weak. And just when Ishaani thought she had finally seen the human in the monster... she learns the truth - Rashvik had never planned to keep her. Their marriage was set to expire in one month - and he had already signed her away. But when the day comes for him to let her go... he can't.
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