queenofelfhame_04
"Once the ring's on your finger, no one touches you but me," he said, his voice low and velvety.
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A story of one shaadi, two enemies, and a million passive-aggressive stares.
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Isha Nair did not sign up for this.
She had a middle-class life with her middle-class parents, a modest job as a professor, and absolutely no business with any chaos-mongering singers who couldn't go a day without trending on some platform or the other.
Her life was ordinary.
But when an impromptu collision at a coffee shop leads to her being almost squashed by a feral fan crowd, which in turn results in a photo leak and the internet losing its collective mind, her life starts to feel less than ordinary day by day.
Zayan Raizada was the complete opposite of ordinary - the singer, the youngest heir to the Raizada fortune and infamous for misadventures.
He had his life mapped out and narrated by the media, and this very attention drove him right into his own marriage, when crashing into a five-foot-four woman who glared at him like she wanted to slap him with her chappal led to his fan base shipping her with said woman.
Now they're almost engaged to keep their families(and the country) calm.
Only - nothing about them is calm. Not the bickering. Not the late-night heart-to-hearts. And definitely not the way he looks at her when he thinks she's not watching.
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As dhols start drumming and shaadi prep spirals, Isha and Zayan must survive buajis and chachis, secrets and lies, and the growing risk of actually falling in love.
Because in this shaadi...
There's drama, there's dil, and there is absolutely no calm.