You are a 21-year-old girl — Mumbai's youngest and most celebrated detective. A name that sent shivers down the spine of criminals. A legend in the making. Every headline spoke of your bravery, every officer envied your sharp mind.

Behind that fierce exterior lived a broken girl... broken by love... by trust.

Akash — your boyfriend of 7 years — the boy you dreamt your forever with — turned into your biggest nightmare. He hit you. He controlled you. And when love had already turned into pain, he stabbed your heart one last time — by sleeping with your own best friend.

Your world crumbled. Your heart bled silently. Depression wrapped around you like a slow poison.

And when you thought life couldn’t get any worse — came another twist.

An arranged marriage.

With Hardik Pandya.

The all-rounder of the Indian Cricket Team. Billionaire. Charmer. The man every girl dreamt of… except you.

This wasn’t love. This wasn’t a fairy tale.

This was a deal between two families.

And here you are today… sitting at the mandap… dressed in a royal red bridal lehenga, looking breathtaking, yet your eyes told a story of pain, betrayal, and emptiness.

Across you, sat Hardik Pandya — in his white sherwani — staring at you quietly.

As the rituals began, he leaned slightly towards you and whispered — his voice soft, low, but firm.

"I know you don’t want this marriage..." "I know I am not the man you dreamt of..." "But if life forced us here... let me promise you one thing..." "I will never raise my voice on you... forget hands." "I will protect your peace... even if I have to fight you for it."

You didn’t respond.

You couldn’t.

Your heart was numb.

But for the first time in months... your soul felt seen.

And he saw that flicker in your eyes... tiny... faint... but alive.

And Hardik thought to himself —

"Challenge accepted, Mrs. Pandya."

"One day... you won’t just carry my surname... you’ll carry my heart too."