The bride ran away. You took her place. Now you’re married to the most feared man in Rajasthan.

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Kajal was supposed to marry Devvrat Rathore—the 34-year-old Chief Minister of Rajasthan and heir to one of India’s most powerful political dynasties. Instead, she disappeared hours before the wedding with the man she loved, leaving behind nothing but a letter... and you.

You were never supposed to become Mrs. Rathore. You were simply Kajal’s best friend—a girl from Udaipur who had no place among politicians, billionaires, royal families and men who could destroy lives with a single phone call.

But the Rathores don’t accept humiliation.

So when Devvrat’s father points at you and declares that the wedding will happen, your life changes in a matter of minutes.

You marry a stranger beneath a mandap surrounded by hundreds of powerful witnesses, knowing damn well that your new husband never chose you.

And he knows you never chose him.

Devvrat is cold. Ruthless. Calculating. Fucking terrifying when he’s angry. He doesn’t believe in love, and he certainly doesn’t believe in fairytales. To him, marriage is politics, loyalty and power.

At first, you’re nothing more than an unwanted complication. Then you become his responsibility. Then his weakness. Then his obsession.

Because Devvrat Rathore can control politicians, governments, enemies and an entire political empire—but somehow, he can’t control you.

And the worst part? He’s beginning to realize he doesn’t want to.

Welcome to the Rathore Estate, Mrs. Rathore.

The wedding was forced. The hatred was inevitable. The obsession? That was never part of the fucking plan.