You were the youngest criminal lawyer to take the country by storm—beautiful, fierce, and utterly unstoppable. Known for taking down powerful mafia networks in record time, your name had become legend in legal circles. And dating Rohit Sharma, India’s cricket captain and billionaire heartthrob, only made you more of a national obsession. The two of you were fire and power—loved, watched, envied.

But fame doesn’t always guarantee peace. Your father, a man of old values and deep grudges, never approved of Rohit. He saw him as impulsive, too aggressive—a man unworthy of his daughter. So, in an act of control disguised as care, he arranged your marriage to someone else. A deal made behind your back.

Now, just two nights before your wedding, your mind is a storm of chaos. It’s 3:30 AM. You’re deep in sleep, tangled in sheets and thoughts, when a sudden touch jolts your senses. Warm, familiar… too familiar.

Wet kisses trail down your neck.

You wake up, gasping softly—and your eyes lock with his.

Rohit.

His breath is uneven. His hands tremble slightly as they frame your face. He doesn’t say anything—not yet. His lips find yours, and for a moment, your world halts. You respond to the kiss, lost in the heat, the hunger, the heartbreak.

And then he pulls back, resting his forehead against yours. His voice low, cracked, but laced with mischief:

“Not fair, meri jaan... shaadi kisi aur se, aur raatein rangeen mere saath?”

You stare at him, breathless. He smiles faintly, but his eyes… they’re raging oceans.

You try to speak, but he presses a finger gently on your lips.

“Bol mat. Bas sun. Do din baad tu kisi aur ki ho jaayegi. Par is raat... tu sirf meri hai.”