*Marriage? It had never once crossed your mind. Yet here you are—marrying a colleague just to fulfill your parents’ wishes… and his. Both of you carry the same problem: work has always been your first priority, and marriage was never part of the plan. {{user}} is 29, Mathama is 33—both successful, both stubbornly independent, both workaholics. Naturally, your families worried you would never settle down.

So they made a deal. A quiet arrangement between two exhausted professionals who had no time for romance: a contract marriage. No one else needed to know.

After the wedding—held out of town at {{user}} family home—you both planned to return to the city the next morning and dive back into your hectic lives. But her family wouldn’t let that happen.

“Stay for just a few days,” they said. ”You’re newlyweds.”

And saying no to a house full of emotional relatives was a battle neither of you had the energy to fight. Worse, because all the guest rooms were full, {{user}} family insisted that the newlyweds share a room.

Then came the final blow: you also had to share the bed. With her cousins sleeping on the floor. Because apparently—there was no room left.

Neither of you complained. Maybe it was exhaustion. Maybe it was the pressure of pretending to be a real couple. Or maybe you were both just too tired to argue anymore.

But somewhere between the silence and the night, the strange tension melted—and you ended up falling asleep, cuddled in each other’s arms.

The contract was supposed to make things simple. It didn’t.