Prologue

Nasha tha unke pyar ka jis mein hum kho gaye,

Unhe bhi nahi pata chala ki kab hum unke ho gaye.

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They were an unbreakable couple since school. Still, he cheated on her.

She loved him with all of her. Still, he broke her into millions of pieces.

She has no one except him. He has someone other than her.

She was tolerating bad behavior of his family for him. He never takes a single stand for her in front of his family.

She was preparing for their marriage. He was making out with someone.

She was engaged with him. He broke the engagement to marry someone.

She settled by his family with his brother. He didn't even care to ask her how she feels.

She is MISHTI KAPOOR

He is RAJ PATEL

Both are going to be married on the same day. But he realized that he can't live without her.

She was also ready to run, unaware that her to-be husband is now obsessed with her, never going to let this happen.

Her to-be husband is 'ANSH PATEL'  or its  'ADAIR RAISINGHANIA.'

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Raj observed the girl seated on the bed, her arms folded, and cheeks puffed in a display of evident irritation.

A gentle smile played on his lips in response to her childlike antics. Approaching her, he lightly brushed his index finger against her inflated cheeks, producing a playful "fuuuuuutttt." She promptly turned her head away in defiance.

"Mishti... sun naaa yaar," (Mishti... listen, dear) he implored, reaching out to touch her shoulder and redirect her gaze toward him.

"Mom isn't saying she dislikes you. She's just concerned that if people discover you're marrying into a wealthy family, they might assume you're using me and complicating your life," he earnestly explained, attempting to sway her perspective.

"And how will it change when I move into your house?" she questioned. He smiled, relieved that she was finally engaging in conversation after an hour.

"See, you'll have to shift there after the wedding, right? So, if you move in with us now, it'll be better for everyone, including you. It will help you understand everyone, and no one will know about it until the wedding. Afterward, you'll officially be mine, and no one will question you," he reasoned.

"Just say it outright – you don't want to tarnish your reputation. If people find out you're marrying an orphan with no background, it could harm your family's reputation," she bluntly stated, walking toward the window.

"I don't like it, Raj. Your mom made it clear that if I move there, I can't leave until the wedding. It's like a lockdown for me, why?" she questioned, looking at him with a mix of frustration and confusion.

"You're overthinking, Mishti. Please, accept this. You're going to have a family with me. Don't you want that? Can't you do it for our future?" he pleaded, his eyes filled with hope.

"But..." She hesitated, looked away, took a deep breath, and reluctantly agreed, "Okay fine, only for you." She held up her index finger, and he intertwined his with hers, smiling gratefully. "Thank you, meri jaan." (Thank you, my life)

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"Whom are you talking to, Raj? Baate hi khatam nahi ho rahi hai," (The conversation doesn't seem to end.) Mishti questioned, locking eyes with him.

"Just a friend, Mishti," he replied, and she scrutinized him for a few seconds before walking away.

"Jaan, I'll talk to you later. My real 'jaan' will take my 'jaan' if she knows I'm flirting with you," he said, and a girl's laughter echoed from the other side of the phone before he abruptly ended the call.

(Jaan = life)

Entering the dining area, he found everyone happily eating, and Mishti was serving them.

"Wahh... tum toh abhi se bahu ban gayi," (Wow... you are already becoming a daughter-in-law. ) Raj grinned and took his seat.

"Bahu kaha, kamwali bol lo," (Call me maid, not daughter-in-law.) Mishti muttered under her breath, offering him a tight-lipped smile.

After dinner, she cleaned everything, and Raj joined her in the kitchen.

"Raj, why doesn't your mom have a maid for this? I mean, I don't have any problem doing this, but my studies are suffering. All my time is being wasted here," she expressed her concern.

"Do you think it's a waste of time doing housework?" Raj's mom, Shalini, interjected from the doorway.

"Aunty, I need to study too," Mishti clarified.

"No studying from now on," Shalini declared, leaving Mishti visibly frustrated. She glanced at Raj.

"Raj, now this is too much," Mishti voiced her anger.

"She's saying this because we'll be busy with wedding preparations. After the wedding, you can resume your studies," Raj tried to explain.

"Chappal se maru kya?" (Should I hit you with a slipper?) Mishti held her slipper, glaring at him.

"Wait," Raj moved back slightly.

"What? Wait...samajh kya rakha hai tum maa-bete ne mujhe? Agar kamwali lani hai toh lao, mujhe nahi karni ye shaadi," (What do you and your mom think of yourselves? If you want a maid, go ahead. I don't want to go through with this marriage.) she declared, attempting to leave. Raj held her again.

"Mom didn't mean that, Mishti," he explained, looking into her eyes.

"Jao na apni mummy se shaadi karlo, maa ke chamche," ( Go, marry your mom, you mama's boy.) she glared at him, attempting to leave, but he held her once more.

"Mere liye... bas wedding tak," ( For me... just until the wedding.) he pleaded, and though she looked annoyed, she nodded with a sad expression before leaving.

Raj took a deep breath and walked away from the scene.

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"Samjhte kya hai iske ghar wale khudko, specially iski mom," ( What does his family, especially his mom, think of themselves? ) Mishti mumbled as she plucked rose petals and scattered them on the balcony floor.

"Bhaag jau kya, mujhe nahi karni shaadi, par fir ye Raj se pyaar bhi toh hai, sadela kahika," ( Should I run away? I don't want to get married, but then there's also love for Raj, what a grumpy he is.) she tossed one flower aside, grasping another.

"Yaar, ye ameer log bhot ajib hote hai, itne tante kon jhelta hai, na khud shaanti se jeete hai na samne wale ko jeene dete hai, bail kahike," ( these rich people are so strange. Who tolerates so many tantrums? They neither live in peace themselves nor let others live in peace. Bloody buffaloes) she expressed her frustration with their behavior.

"Bhagwaanji, ya toh inko gareeb kar do ya toh mujhe kuber ka khazana dedo, fir mai bataugi inko..." ( Oh, God, either make them poor, or give me Kubera's treasure, then I'll teach them a lesson.) She changed her expression, mimicking crying, and looked up at the sky.

"Mai kaise rahugi bhgwan ji batao naa...kuch toh karo," ( How will I live, God, tell me... do something.) she pleaded, gazing at the sky.

"Kya karne ko bol rahi ho bhgwan ko Mishti?" ( What are you telling God to do, Mishti?) Raj approached, chuckling as he observed her.

She turned her head, glancing at him, "ohhoo..games se fursat mili janab ko koi bolega is namune ki shaadi hone wali hai," ( He found time from his games. Someone should tell this specimen that his marriage is imminent.) she muttered the last line under her breath.

"Aur ye batao ki ye roses k bich me kyu baithi ho," (And tell me, why are you sitting amidst these roses?") he asked, looking at her with love in his eyes.

But she didn't move from the swing on her balcony. He came near her and placed his hand on the swing handle, leaning towards her.

"Kya kar rahe ho, Raj?" (What are you doing raj?)she gulped, looking at him.

Seeing discomfort in her eyes, he gently held her neck from behind and said, "I am your boyfriend from school, Mishti, and now I am going to be your husband. Still, why do you feel uncomfortable whenever I come near you?"

"I...I...voh," she looked around nervously.

He held her chin, making her look at him, "Kya voh?" (Well ??) he asked.

"Voh...tum kambal toh nahi ho jisme mai comfortable feel karu," (Well... you're not a blanket that I feel comfortable with. ) she stood up and moved a little away from him.

"Bhot bakwaas bahana tha," ( It was a really bad excuse.) he said, turning towards her.

"Dekho jaisa bhi tha, bahana bahana hota hai." (No matter how bad, an excuse is still an excuse.) When she saw him coming towards her, she automatically started taking steps back.

"Raj, aise kyu samne aare ho....itna bada ghar hai tumhara udhr jake ghumo," ( Raj, why are you coming in front like this? Your house is so big, go wander there.) she said, controlling her awkwardness, tinged with a hint of fear.

"Nahi, yahi aauga ab bhot bhag li tum mujhse door." ( No, this is going to happen now. You've run away enough from me.) He held her by her waist.

She slid her hand under her shirt. Raj frowned, "Not bad Mishti," but before he could say more, she pinched him hard on his waist, causing his grip to loosen, and she ran off, locking herself in the washroom.

"Iske andar kabhi-kabhi janwar kaha se aa jata hai, shaadi tak ruk nahi sakta kya...pyaar bhi janwar se hua hai," (At times, it seems there's an animal within him. Can't he wait until our wedding? Yet, I'm in love with this creature.) she sat on the commode and started using her phone.

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Some days later

"Raj...bahar chalo na, bore ho raha hai... itne dino se is ghar mein padi hoon," ( Raj..lets go outside, it's getting boring... I've been stuck in this house for so many days, ) Mishti ran towards him as soon as she saw him return home.

"Yaar, abhi nahi thak gaya hoon," (Yaar, not now, i am tired )  Raj didn't even look at her and sprawled on the couch.

"Chalo na, please. Konsa main roz boltee hoon," (Come on, please. It's not like I asked you  every day, ) she insisted, sitting beside him.

"Nahi bola na, Mishti, jao yahan se," ( Didn't I say No, Mishti, go from here)  Raj scolded her.

Tears started flowing from her eyes. "Marriage nahi, koi final paper ho gaya, aana-jana sab band. Abhi tumhare peeche ghumti hoon, isiliye kadar nahi hai na meri. Dekh lena, ek din chali gayi na, vapas nahi aaungi, rooge fir bhi nahi aaugi" ( It's as if it's not a marriage but a continuous final exam. They don't even allow me to step outside. I always run for you, that's why you never value me, right? If, one day, I decide to leave your life, I won't return. You'll cry, but I won't come back ) she said in a crying tone and ran from there towards her room.

"Tum mujhe kabhi nahi chor sakti, Mishti," ( You can never leave me, Mishti.) he said and closed his eyes.

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