— “Two Weeks. One House. Too Many Heartbeats. 🖤”
Three days after Ananya’s wedding dates got fixed, Khushi was sitting cross legged on her bed wearing oversized tshirt while laptop rested open beside her. Evening sunlight entered softly through curtains as she absentmindedly edited client designs, but honestly?
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"Khushi maine chaar saal barbad kiye sirf tumhari wajah se " aur tum mujhe Bina bataye bs chali gayi . " Kya khel khel rahi thi hmm? " Ya mai ye samjhu ki tumne mujhe kisi or ke liye chord Diya ? "Haan , maine apko kisi aur ke liye dhoka diya theeke ab khush ?"
He had everything a man could ever want. Power. Money. Respect. Fear. Yet none of it was enough to satisfy the emptiness growing inside him. Then he saw her. Not in a photograph. Not through a file. Not because someone introduced them. Just a single accidental meeting between two strangers whose worlds were never meant to collide. She was stubborn where he was controlling. She was fire where he was darkness. And from the very first moment, she irritated him more than anyone ever had. He should have walked away. Instead, he found himself noticing her. Then watching her. Then searching for her in places she didn't belong. What started as curiosity slowly turned into an obsession neither of them understood. The more she pushed him away, the more determined he became to get under her skin. The more he annoyed her, the harder she fought back. Their conversations became battles. Their meetings became wars. Their hatered made them in forceful marriage And somewhere between the arguments, the hatred, and the endless attempts to prove each other wrong, something dangerous began to grow. Because some love stories begin with destiny. Theirs began with a mistake. A mistake that would change both their lives forever. This is the story of two people who refused to surrender, two hearts that fought against every feeling between them, and a love that arrived disguised as hatred.
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