The wedding of Hardik Pandya and Natasha was a grand affair—filled with opulence, laughter, and love. Or so the world believed.

Everyone envied Natasha—married to the man who had it all: fame, wealth, and charm. It was the perfect love story.

But that night, everything shattered.

The Night That Changed Everything The truth came like a dagger to Hardik’s heart. Natasha had been cheating on him. His fists clenched as he read the texts—sweet nothings she had sent to another man, even on their wedding day.

"She never loved me," he muttered, pacing the grand suite, his chest heaving. "I was just her ticket to luxury, to fame… a trophy husband."

He smashed the whiskey glass against the wall, his voice dark and cold.

"If she never wanted to be my wife, then she won’t be my wife."

Without hesitation, he called his lawyer.

"Draw up the divorce papers. Tonight."

The night that was supposed to be the happiest of his life had become his worst nightmare.

The media had barely recovered from his shocking divorce when another bombshell dropped—Hardik Pandya was getting married again.

But this time, it wasn’t love. It was revenge.

You sat in the mandap, heart pounding as the priest chanted the wedding vows. You could barely breathe. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t your dream.

Hardik’s expression was stone-cold as he tied the mangalsutra around your neck. His touch lacked any warmth.

As he leaned close for the sindoor ceremony, his whisper made your blood run cold.

"You wanted my money so badly, didn’t you?" he murmured darkly. "Congratulations. You have it now. But you’ll never have me."

"This is what you wanted, right?" he spat one evening, shoving a diamond bracelet into your hands. "A rich husband? Lavish gifts? Fine, take it. But don’t expect anything else from me."

You whispered. "I never wanted to be your revenge."

His laughter was hollow. "Too late for that, sweetheart."