✦ AUTHOR'S POV -

They say every bride dreams of her wedding day. The flowers. The dress. The man standing at the altar.

But no one tells you what to do when the wrong man walks in-dragging your fate with him like a loaded gun.

This story doesn't begin with love. It begins with vengeance.

It doesn't open with violins and roses-but with shattered glass, broken promises, and a name that once haunted a family like a curse.

This isn't the tale of a fairy-tale wedding.

This is the story of a girl whose wedding was stolen... and of the man who did it not to win her-but to ruin her

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"A wedding is a celebration of love...

But not all weddings begin with a yes."

Scene begin-

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The Singhania mansion had never looked this alive before.

Strings of jasmine swayed gently in the breeze. Golden drapes cascaded from every corner like sunlight made tangible. Laughter echoed in every corridor, and a hundred lanterns glowed under the dusk sky. Tonight, the stars seemed to have come down to bless the union of two prestigious empires. It was the night Prisha Singhania was to marry Aarav Malhotra, heir to the Malhotra dynasty.

Everything was perfect.

Or so it seemed.

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Upstairs, in a grand room filled with soft pinks and delicate silks, sat Prisha Singhania-draped in a bridal lehenga that shimmered like crushed rubies under the chandelier's warm light. Her eyes, lined with kohl, looked at herself in the mirror, but she wasn't admiring her reflection. She was searching-searching for the girl she used to be before duty replaced dreams, before her father chose an alliance over her voice.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she adjusted her dupatta. But she swallowed the doubt, just like she always did.

She was a Singhania.

Singhanias don't cry.

They obey.

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Downstairs, the guests were buzzing, champagne glasses clinking as sitar music played in the background. Politicians. Business tycoons. Royal bloodlines. Every powerful name in India had come to witness the most talked-about wedding of the year.

Everyone... except the man whose name was never spoken within these walls.

Shivansh Raichand.

The cursed name. The blood feud. The reminder of a war that turned both families into enemies. The Raichands and Singhanias weren't just rivals-they were history written in blood.

Prisha had only seen Shivansh twice in her life.

Once at a business award ceremony where he walked past her without sparing a glance.

And the second time... when she caught him staring at her across the courtroom steps as her father humiliated his.

That was three years ago.

She hadn't seen him since.

But tonight, fate wasn't done writing.

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Somewhere on the outskirts of the mansion, a convoy of black SUVs came to a halt. Out stepped men in tailored suits, silent and deadly. And then came him-dark sherwani, eyes stormy like a brewing monsoon, and a rage wrapped in silk. Shivansh Raichand didn't need to shout to announce war. His presence alone was thunder.

And tonight, he wasn't here to attend the wedding.

He was here to end it.

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Back inside, Prisha sat still as her cousin pinned the final jewel into her bun.

"You look like a dream, Prish," she whispered.

Prisha forced a smile. "Then let's hope I don't wake up."

Just then, the door burst open.

"Prisha!" yelled her younger brother, breathless. "There's... there's a problem."

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The lights flickered.

A crashing sound echoed from the main hall.

Then screams.

Not from joy-but fear.

The music died.

The chandeliers trembled.

And then... silence.

Prisha ran barefoot through the hallway, heels forgotten, jewels clinking with each breathless step. She didn't know what she was running toward-only that her heart had never pounded this violently.

She stopped at the top of the grand staircase.

And what she saw made the blood in her veins freeze.

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Shivansh Raichand stood at the center of the hall, five of his men flanking him. Guns visible. Faces stone cold.

Her guests-family-were frozen in place. Some gasped. Some backed away. Her father, Rajveer Singhania, stood with clenched fists, eyes burning.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Rajveer roared.

Shivansh tilted his head, casual and calm. "I heard there was a wedding. Thought I'd bless the bride."

He looked up-straight into Prisha's eyes.

And smiled.

Not soft. Not romantic.

But dark. Possessive. Triumphant.

Prisha's breath hitched.

This wasn't real.

This couldn't be real.

"Guards! Get him out!" someone shouted.

But no one moved.

Because everyone in that room knew-you don't throw out Shivansh Raichand.

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He walked slowly toward Rajveer, each step deliberate.

"You destroyed my family," Shivansh said softly. "You ruined my mother's name. You turned my father into a broken man. And now you want to celebrate in peace?"

Rajveer's voice thundered. "That was business-"

"No," Shivansh cut him off. "That was betrayal."

He paused.

"And betrayal demands blood... or marriage."

Silence.

Rajveer blinked. "What the hell are you saying?"

Shivansh turned again-this time, toward the stairs.

"Prisha," he said, like her name was both a hymn and a curse. "Come down."

She didn't move.

He climbed a step.

"Come. Down."

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The room watched.

Some in fear.

Some in awe.

Everyone wondering-would she go?

Would the obedient Singhania princess surrender to the devil?

And then she moved.

One step.

Then another.

Down, down, into the fire.

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They stood face to face now. He looked at her like she was the prize he had bled for.

She looked at him like he was the war she'd never win.

"You don't get to ruin my wedding," she whispered.

"I just did."

"You don't get to ruin me."

Shivansh stepped closer, his voice dropping. "Oh Prisha... you were mine before he ever touched you."

Her eyes widened.

"No," she breathed.

"Yes," he replied. "You're not marrying Aarav Malhotra."

He turned to the priest, still seated in shock.

"You're marrying me. Tonight. Right now."

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Rajveer stepped forward. "You can't do this!"

Shivansh's men raised their guns.

"I already did."

"But this is illegal-"

Shivansh looked at Prisha.

"Is it illegal if the bride says yes?"

She stared at him. Everyone was watching.

This wasn't a proposal.

It was war.

But somehow, a tiny part of her heart-hidden beneath the pride and fear-was awake.

Because somewhere, deep down, she had always wondered what it would be like... to be his.

And tonight, she was about to find out.

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"Fine," she said.

A gasp rippled through the room.

"I'll marry you."

Rajveer shouted, "Prisha!"

But her eyes were on Shivansh.

"I'll marry you," she repeated, louder, "But not because I want to... because I hate you enough to survive being your wife."

Shivansh's eyes darkened.

"Good," he said. "Then we'll burn together."

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The mandap was rearranged.

The priest was forced to chant.

The guests sat in stunned silence.

Aarav had already left, broken and humiliated.

And there, amidst smoke and shattered traditions, Prisha Singhania married Shivansh Singh Raichand-the man her family had destroyed. The man she was supposed to hate. The man who vowed to ruin her.

As the mangal sutra was tied and sindoor smeared across her forehead, a tear slipped from her eye.

Not from sorrow.

But from the storm she knew had just begun.

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That night, as the world tried to make sense of what happened, the Raichands celebrated in silence.

Shivansh brought Prisha into his mansion-not as a guest.

But as a wife.

No roses. No wedding night. No soft touches.

Only silence.

And revenge.

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But love has a cruel sense of humor.

Because sometimes, the man who wants to ruin you...

...ends up becoming the one who's ruined instead.

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AUTHOR'S POV -

And just like that, the wedding night that was meant to mark the beginning of a love story... became the prologue to a war.

She wore his name.

He held her fate.

But the battle was far from over.

Because hatred can start a fire.

But love...

Love burns slower. Deeper. Deadlier.

And in the ruins of that forced wedding...

Two hearts were about to find out just how much destruction they were truly capable of.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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