I stood before the mirror, draped in a black saree that clung to every curve like it was designed to sin. My wrists glittered with chooda, the bangles chiming softly as I admired myself. God, I looked devastating.
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Ishvika Roy had two simple goals: ✔ Get her Psychology degree. ✔ Stay away from annoying people. Unfortunately, fate had other plans. Now she's stuck dealing with Professor Samay Rawat—a grumpy, emotionally unavailable man who seems to have a personal vendetta against her existence. He thinks she's a headache. She thinks he's a walking red flag. They tolerate each other. Barely. But when a series of unfortunate events keeps throwing them together, their daily arguments turn into a routine neither of them is willing to admit they enjoy. Because sometimes hate isn't really hate. Sometimes it's stubbornness. Sometimes it's denial. And sometimes it's two idiots refusing to acknowledge what's right in front of them. A story filled with chaos, banter, accidental moments, questionable life choices, and a professor who desperately wants peace but somehow keeps finding Ishvika instead.
A girl "Tara Oberoi" and the guy "Mihir Raichand" tied in the marriage which was against their will. Her being the repacement of her sister and him being her biggest hater. A girl who never recieved love from anyone in her family or her siblings and a guy who was always pampered by the entire family. Will it last long? Will they ever fall in love with each other?? what's the truth behind everything?? To know these answers just be ready to read the upcoming chapters🎀 Tropes:- ☆Replaced bride ☆Marriage of convinience ☆Forced marriage ☆Age gap ☆Mystery ☆Dark romance
She was the girl everyone whispered about - the *impure one*, the *bad omen*, the *unmarried mother*. For years, she carried her shame in silence, protecting her child and enduring the cruel stares of a world that never cared to know her truth. Until the day fate played its cruelest card. When her sister suddenly disappeared hours before her wedding, she was forced to take her place - veiled, trembling, and bound to a man she barely knew. But destiny had already written a darker twist... Because the groom - the man standing at the altar - was the very one who had unknowingly fathered her child. Two souls bound by a past they can't remember, a present they can't escape, and a truth powerful enough to shatter everything they believe in. In a world quick to judge and slow to forgive, can love rise from the ashes of betrayal and fate?
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