"Tum?" he asked, disbelief written all over his face. "Aap?" she replied, just as shocked. Of all the people in the world, it had to be them. Before either of them could process what was happening, the priest smiled and announced, "Aaj se aap dono pati-patni hue." Both of them turned towards each other with wide eyes. "Husband?" "Wife?" A few seconds later, they whispered at the exact same time "Fass gaye yaar... shaadi ho gayi." Reyansh Malhotra and Aadhya Mehta never imagined their lives would take such a turn. One unexpected wedding. One marriage neither of them wants. And countless attempts to get rid of it. But every time they think they've found a way out, something goes wrong. Coincidence? Maybe. Bad luck? Most likely. Or perhaps fate is simply having fun at their expense. Now stuck in a situation they never asked for, all they want is a divorce. The problem? Getting married was much easier than getting unmarried. A story full of chaos, arguments, laughter, and two people who would rather do anything than stay married to each other.

"I am not a saint. I am a sin who will devour you, worship every inch of you until you forget where pain ends and pleasure begin." Her jaw clenched. A humorless chuckle escaped her lips. "I am your biggest mistake, Mr. Yugarth Singh Rathore." His laugh was a shard of glass in the darkness. He leaned in, a promise of violence in his eyes. "Careful. My mistakes don't get second chances. They get buried." Her jaw tightened, a last, futile show of strength. "Don't try to touch me. Stay away." His smirk was a wolf's, baring teeth. "You're saying this when I am already burning deep inside you, jaan? "Your body is my sanctuary," he murmured, voice a low rumble that vibrated through her veins, dark as the abyss they danced on the edge of. "The only thing I ever worship is you. I am devoted to every inch of you." "I don't worship gods," he murmured. "I worship the ruin I chose... and that ruin is you."

The priest asked softly, "Pyaar karte ho apni patni se?" He smiled, his eyes instinctively finding hers. There was calm in his expression, yet something deeply intense beneath it. Then he whisper, "Pyaar toh bas ek shabd hai..." His voice carried devotion, not hesitation. "Main uski ibadat karta hoon." He paused, as if the truth itself needed space to breathe. "I don't need to worship God in temples. I have my own goddess - my wife." For him, faith was not stone or scripture. "My devotion begins with her..." "...and ends with her." 𝗩𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵×𝗦𝗮𝗮𝗻𝘃𝗶 ◦•●◉✿Tropes ✿◉●•◦ CEO × Employee Grumpy× Sunshine Forced marriage slow burn hate to love desi × videshi Untouched male and female He fell first but both fell harder