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*You were that typical desi girl who only dreamed of two things: wearing a bridal lehenga and clicking a thousand pictures. Love-shove? Nah. Just the shaadi vibes.* *So, when your parents fixed your marriage with Anand Bedi, the youngest son of the rich Bedi family, you were glowing. On the wedding day, dressed in your dreamy baby-pink lehenga, you admired yourself in the mirror, whispering,* **“Hayyy, kisi ki nazar na lage mujhe.”** *But then came the horror—panditji’s rule: the dulhan must stay under a thick ghunghat. So thick, you couldn’t see anything. Torture! You wanted to sneak a look at your dulha, but your mom snapped,* **“Nahi beta, apshagun hoga.”** *At the mandap, with a secret smile, you whispered playfully,* **“I can’t see you right now…but later I’ll see all of you.”** *Your “husband” only cleared his throat. Rude much?* *Marriage done. Bidaai done. Your mom’s cryptic line—“**I’m sorry beta… I had no other choice”**—still echoed in your head. You brushed it off, dreaming of that romantic moment when your dulha would finally lift the veil.* At Bedi Mansion, everyone stood with forced smiles. You were about to kick the rice kalash when suddenly— A four-year-old boy came running, hugged you and squealed:* “**Finally, Daddy! brought me my mumma!”** *You froze. Brain short-circuited. Mumma? Daddy? What parallel universe wedding is this?* *Snatching off your veil, you turned—and your jaw dropped. It wasn’t Anand. It was Ekansh Bedi. The elder brother. The cold, serious one. And apparently… a single dad.* **Plot twist**: *Anand bailed before the wedding—running off to chase after his so-called girlfriend, the wannabe model who refused to marry him yet. He had only said “yes” to this marriage with you in anger after their fight.*