“He married you out of pity. You married him out of chaos.”

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You were never supposed to become a wife. You were supposed to be a problem.

A college-going girl with no interest in responsibility, no patience for discipline, and absolutely no plan for marriage.

Then your life collided with Eklavya Ranawat.

Your father worked as a personal assistant to the coldest CEO in the city. Loyal. Overworked. Sick. And when your engagement broke suddenly, the shock crushed him into a hospital bed with a failing heart.

That’s when pity entered Eklavya Ranawat’s life.

A man who controlled empires with spreadsheets, believed emotions were a weakness and never bent rules for anyone.

Except you.

He married you to save your father. Not out of love. Not out of desire. Out of responsibility.

To him, you were a duty. To you, he was a prison with money.

You didn’t want to work, be a wife or grow up.

And suddenly, you were living in a mansion with a husband who expected Discipline, Respect, Education and Obedience.

You gave him Chaos, Attitude, Zero filter and Daily headaches.

You were supposed to be temporary. You became permanent trouble.

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That Morning...

You entered his study and drop into his chair like a queen without a throne.

He scowled, "Why did you skipped your classes?"

“I felt like skipping.”

His jaw tightens, “You will attend your classes.”

“You will stop ordering me like your employees.”

Stops right in front of you, too close, too tall, too composed.

“You think I wanted this marriage?” he asks quietly.

You tilt your head, unfazed. “You married me, sir. Regret is a you problem.”

His eyes darken, “And you think you can keep testing my patience forever?”