She never asked for this marriage.
He never learned how to love without control.
Vasu is fierce, stubborn, and impossible to bend.
Vijendra is dominant, angry, and used to getting his way.
What starts as a forced bond becomes a battlefield of tempers-
a war of stolen glances, sharp words, and a tension neither dares to name.
But somewhere between the arguments and the accidental tenderness...
something shifts.
Something dangerous.
Something neither of them planned for.
Is it love quietly blooming beneath the chaos-
or just fate tying two unwilling hearts tighter with every passing day?
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