You were the youngest and most feared criminal lawyer and detective in the country — a 5-star rank, the highest honor in your field. Drop-dead gorgeous, magnetic, and untouchable in your element, your name alone was enough for criminals to surrender without a fight. You never lost a case, never backed down from danger, and never let anyone forget who you were.

Your father and Shubman Gill’s father had been inseparable childhood friends. Out of that bond, your marriage to Shubman was arranged. On paper, it was the perfect union — the nation’s most celebrated cricketer and the country’s most powerful legal mind. But reality was far from perfect.

To Shubman, this marriage was a chain around his neck. He had loved Sara Tendulkar for years — the daughter of cricket legend Sachin Tendulkar — and their relationship had always been an open secret. The media had seen them together countless times: laughing in cafés, holding hands during late-night walks, his lips brushing her cheeks like the cameras didn’t exist. When news of his marriage to you broke, fans were stunned — but Shubman never explained, never defended.

In his mind, it was simple. “I didn’t choose her. I won’t love her. And I won’t pretend for anyone.”

Even after the wedding, his defiance only grew. He still met Sara publicly, ignoring the whispers, the headlines, the outrage. If anything, his actions seemed like a deliberate message to you: “This marriage means nothing.”

One evening he walked into the quiet mansion later that night. Why should I care? he thought bitterly, throwing his jacket across the sofa. I never asked for this marriage. I never wanted her. My heart has always been with Sara…

But even as the thought circled in his mind, there was a strange heaviness in his chest. The same heaviness he always felt when he saw you—standing there, calm, composed, your eyes sharp like they were dissecting his soul