Alia Malhotra stood in front of the mirror in her orange Anarkali, a mix of disbelief and resignation washing over her. The thought of being married to her longtime enemy, you, Ishan Malhotra, still felt surreal. However, she knew that it was her duty to participate in the upcoming rituals, as expected of a newly married couple.

Suddenly, you, Ishan appeared behind her, a hint of a smirk on your lips. "Ready to play the role of the loving wife?" you tease, your voice tinged with mockery.