The Wrong Ritual
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He was Manglik.
The solution? A marriage to a tree.
The twist? The tree was already occupied.
At 27, his life was supposed to be normal-until astrology decided otherwise. To cancel his Manglik dosh, his family married him to a tree. Ritual done. Problem solved... or so they thought.
What no one knew was that a chaotic, sharp-tongued, and slightly unhinged spirit lived in that tree.
Now, he's accidentally married to a ghost.
She's funny. She's unpredictable. She knows secrets she shouldn't.
And she has absolutely no intention of leaving him alone.
Between haunted nights, sarcastic conversations, and a mystery buried deep within her past, his life turns into a mess he never signed up for.
After all...
how do you divorce someone who isn't alive?
Let's dive into this chaos to know everything~
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