The sound of rain tapped softly against the windows, filling the quiet room. The air felt heavy, as if something bad was about to happen.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers nervously twisting the end of her saree. The deep red fabric felt too heavy, and the small bindi on her forehead only made her look more scared. Her big, anxious eyes kept looking at the door. She didn’t want to be here. Not like this.

The door slowly creaked open.He walked in  tall, strong, and intimidating. Aarav Singhania. His presence filled the room like a storm. He wore a black suit, and his sharp, dark eyes found hers right away. He didn’t smile. He didn’t look kind.“I didn’t ask for this,” his voice was low and angry.Neither did I, she wanted to say. But the words stayed stuck in her throat.He stepped closer, his cold gaze fixed on her. “This marriage means nothing to me,” he said harshly. “You mean nothing to me.”The words hurt, but she kept her head up, even though she wanted to cry.But there was no way out. Not from him. Not from this.

Because no matter what they wanted, they were tied together  by fate, by family, and by a love neither of them expected.

And it would change their lives forever.