Swara's POV

It was my wedding night, a wedding which was not suppose to happen.

My father's enemies are everywhere and eventually I ended up being the victim.

The son of his arch rival, Vishesh Thakur married me forcefully after abducting the groom I was supposed to marry.

Sitting on the bed in a red lengha and minimal jewellery I kept on tracing the bangles in my hand hoping to ease my anxiety.

I have loved Vishesh for as long as I remember. We were in school when I confessed my feelings to him but instead of acknowledging my proposal he rebuked me for loving an enemy.