Author's pov

This chapter will show how they got married. The timeline of marriages is different.

Ranvijay & Meher – A Deal Sealed in Silence

The wedding was grand, but to Meher, it felt like a funeral. The Chaudhry mansion was adorned with golden lights, the air heavy with the scent of marigolds and sandalwood, yet her heart remained cold.

She sat in the bridal chamber, her red lehenga shimmering under the soft glow of the chandeliers. The bangles on her wrists jingled, a cruel reminder of the man she had just married—a man who had not once looked at her with affection.

Ranvijay Chaudhry had agreed to this marriage because it was expected of him. It was a powerful business alliance between two influential families. Love was never a factor.

The door creaked open.

Ranvijay stepped inside, his sherwani crisp, his expression unreadable. Meher looked up, hope flickering in her eyes for a brief second—only to fade when he spoke.

"Tum mujhse kisi bhi cheez ki ummeed mat rakhna." (You don’t have to expect anything from me.) His voice was firm, devoid of warmth.

"Yeh shaadi sirf ek zimmedaari hai. Bas." (This marriage is just a responsibility. Nothing more.)

Meher swallowed the lump in her throat, nodding slowly.

"Samajh gayi." (I understand.)

But deep inside, she wished he would one day see her as more than just a responsibility.

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Veer & Aarzoo – A Forced Fate

"Aap aisa nahi kar sakte Dadaji!" (You can’t do this to me, Dadaji!) Aarzoo’s voice trembled with frustration as she looked at Baldev Chaudhry, her tiny fists clenched. "Main Veer se shaadi nahi karna chahti!" (I don’t want to marry Veer!)

Baldev’s cold gaze remained steady. "Tumhare paas koi chunaav nahi hai, Aarzoo. Tum jaanti ho kyun." (You don’t have a choice, Aarzoo. You know why.)

Her stomach twisted. She knew exactly why. Because of one mistake, she was being forced to marry Veer Chaudhry.

Veer stood in the background, his expression dark, his fists tight by his sides. He had no interest in marriage, especially with a girl as naive and childish as Aarzoo. But he had no say in the matter. His grandfather had made it clear—he either married Aarzoo, or he faced consequences that even he didn’t dare to challenge.

At the mandap, Aarzoo’s eyes filled with unshed tears as Veer roughly tied the mangalsutra around her neck, his fingers brushing against her skin for the first time.

He leaned in, his voice cold.

"Tum meri zindagi se door raho Aarzoo." (You better stay out of my way, Aarzoo.)

"Shaadi hone ka yeh matlab nahi ki sab kuch badal gaya hai." (This marriage doesn’t change anything.)

Aarzoo bit her lip to stop it from trembling, the weight of his words settling in her chest.

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Karan & Saanvi – Lovers Turned Husband & Wife

Unlike his brothers, Karan had chosen his marriage.

Saanvi had been his college sweetheart, the only woman who had ever made him believe in love. Their wedding was filled with stolen glances, soft laughter, and the lingering warmth of their past.

"Humne kar dikhaya." (We finally did it.) Saanvi whispered as he lifted her bridal veil, her eyes twinkling with happiness.

Karan smirked, pulling her closer. "Maine kaha tha Saanvi, koi bhi tumhe mujhse door nahi kar sakta." (I told you, Saanvi. No one can take you away from me.)

But beneath his teasing tone, there was a hidden edge—an obsession that had only deepened after marriage.

He cupped her face, his grip just a little too firm.

"Ab tum sirf meri ho. Hamesha ke liye." (You're mine now. Forever.)

Saanvi smiled, unaware of the possessiveness in his voice.

Their love story had always been passionate. But soon, Saanvi would realize—too much love can be just as dangerous as no love at all.

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The Chaudhry brothers were married.

One to a woman who loved him, but whom he refused to love.

One to a woman he hated, but was bound to.

And one to the love of his life, whom he would never let go.

Three marriages. Three fates intertwined. And none of them would ever be the same again.

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