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The rain poured mercilessly, drumming against the windowpane, as if the heavens themselves were mourning with her. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows across the ornate bedroom, but Anaya sat frozen in the corner, her silk saree crumpled around her like discarded dreams. Her breath felt shallow, her chest tightening under the weight of something she couldn’t quite name—was it grief? Anger? Despair? Or the bitter realization that she had just sealed her fate with a man she barely knew?

The festivities had ended hours ago. The house, once alive with music and laughter, had fallen into an uneasy silence. Somewhere in the hallway, distant whispers of servants murmured about the extravagant wedding, about how fortunate she was to have married into a family of wealth and prestige. Fortunate. The word felt like a cruel joke. If fortune was measured in gold and silk, then perhaps she was the wealthiest woman alive. But if it was measured in love, in choice, in freedom—then she was the poorest of them all.

She glanced at the mirror across the room, barely recognizing the woman staring back at her. The deep red of her bridal saree clung to her like a cage, its intricate embroidery mocking her in its beauty. Her jewelry—heavy gold necklaces, glistening bangles—felt suffocating, their weight pressing into her skin as if branding her as someone she no longer was. The sindoor in her parted hair, the mangalsutra around her neck—symbols of a wife, of belonging—felt foreign, as if they had been forced upon her like shackles rather than blessings.

Her gaze drifted toward the bed, where her husband’s presence loomed like an unspoken threat. Arjun. That was his name. A name that had meant nothing to her before tonight. A name that now dictated the rest of her life. He sat on the edge of the bed, his back turned to her, shoulders tense. He had spoken little since they had been left alone, and even in those few words, there had been no warmth, no tenderness.

Not that she had expected any.

This marriage was not built on love. It was built on duty, on familial alliances, on the silent understanding that emotions had no place in such arrangements. Her father had made the decision for her, his voice final, his will absolute. And she, the obedient daughter, had done what was expected of her. She had smiled when told to smile, bowed when told to bow, and now, she had given her life to a man who felt like a stranger.

She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. Was this to be her life now? A series of endless nights filled with silence and suffocating expectations? Would she always feel like a prisoner in this house, in this marriage, in this body that no longer felt like her own?

She wanted to scream. She wanted to run. But there was nowhere to go.

Outside, the storm raged on, as if mirroring the tempest within her. And as the clock ticked away the final hours of her first night as a wife, Anaya made a silent vow to herself—if love was not meant for her, then she would not seek it. If happiness was a luxury she could not afford, then she would learn to survive without it.

But fate, ever the mischievous weaver of stories, had different plans. Because sometimes, love does not arrive when you call for it. Sometimes, it sneaks in through the cracks of the life you never wanted. And sometimes, the person you believe to be wrong… turns out to be the only one who was ever right.

She just didn’t know it yet.

Bunny, a carefree and ambitious young man, has always planned his life meticulously. He believes love and marriage should come at the right time, with the right person. On the other hand, Bae, a strong-willed and independent woman, values her freedom and career above all else.

But fate has other plans. Due to an unexpected twist—family pressure, a legal mix-up,the two find themselves in a sudden marriage. Neither of them is ready for it, and both want out. However, circumstances force them to stay together for a while.

As they navigate this forced marriage, they go from constant clashes to unexpected companionship. Along the way, they discover hidden truths about each other, face external challenges, and slowly begin to realize that maybe, just maybe, this sudden marriage wasn't a mistake after all.

Will Bunny and BAE fight fate and part ways, or will they embrace the love they never saw coming?

Because of his mom and his sister Bunny started to harass his wife.

Started to abuse but he loves her ❤️ 💕 💗

Bunny 🐰 sister is a psycho and had extra martial affair.

She is married and have 2 beautiful 😍 cute 😍 kids. But She wanted to have luxurious life and doesn't want to work or get independent in her life always depends on Bunny who is her brother is hard-working person....

Bunny’s sister, Riya, had never liked BAE. From the moment She entered their lives through a sudden marriage, Riya saw her as an outsider—someone who had stolen her brother’s attention. Determined to break them apart, she began planting seeds of doubt in Bunny’s mind.

“You barely know her, Bunny. What if she’s just here for convenience? She might leave the moment she gets what she wants,” Riya whispered one evening, feigning concern.

At first, Bunny dismissed her words, But as small misunderstandings piled up, doubts crept in. Meanwhile, Riya orchestrated situations to make Bae look bad—hiding important documents, twisting her words, and even setting up a fake scandal.

Bae, sensing the hostility, tried to win Riya over, But every effort was met with cold indifference. “I don’t need your approval, Riya, but I wish we could be family,” Bae said one day.

Riya smirked. “You’ll never be part of this family.”

Despite the tension, BAE refused to give up. Instead of fighting Rita’s schemes, she decided to prove her love for Bunny was real. But with Rita’s manipulations growing stronger, would their marriage survive, or would Bunny start believing the lies?

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Sudden Marriage – First Night Romance

Bae sat on the bed, her fingers nervously gripping the edge of her dupatta. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a golden hue around the room, making the atmosphere feel both intimate and unfamiliar. She could hear her own heartbeat, fast and uncertain. This wasn’t how she had ever imagined her first night of marriage—sudden, unplanned, with a man she barely knew.

Bunny, on the other hand, stood near the window, hands in his pockets. He stole a glance at her, noticing the way her long lashes fluttered against her cheeks as she avoided his gaze. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Bae,” he called softly.

She looked up, her big, expressive eyes filled with nervousness.

“I know this marriage wasn’t something we expected,” Bunny said, stepping closer. “And I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

Bae bit her lip. “I just… I don’t know how to act around you.”

Bunny chuckled lightly, sitting on the bed but keeping a respectful distance. “Then let’s not act. Let’s just be ourselves.”

She looked at him, surprised by his gentleness. He wasn’t forcing anything, wasn’t demanding anything. It made her relax, just a little.

“Friends?” he offered, holding out his hand.

Bae hesitated, then slowly placed her hand in his. “Friends,” she whispered.

Bunny smiled, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. The warmth of his touch sent an unexpected shiver through her. She tried to pull away, but he held on, not forcefully, just enough to make her pause.

“Can I tell you something?” he asked.

She nodded.

“You look beautiful tonight.” His voice was soft, sincere.

Bae’s cheeks flushed, and she quickly looked away. “You don’t have to say that.”

“I’m saying it because it’s true.” His fingers brushed against hers lightly, sending tingles up her arm. “You’re nervous. I can feel it. But I want you to know, I won’t rush anything. This is as new for me as it is for you.”

Bae’s heart softened at his words. She had expected awkwardness, maybe even distance, but not this… not his kindness.

“Thank you, Bunny,” she murmured.

Bunny let go of her hand and leaned back against the pillows. “So, tell me something about you that no one else knows,” he said, breaking the heavy silence.

She laughed lightly, grateful for the change in topic. “I love the smell of rain… and I talk to myself when I’m nervous.”

Bunny smirked. “Noted. I guess I’ll hear you talking to yourself a lot then?”

She swatted his arm playfully, and for the first time that night, they both laughed.

As the night went on, their conversation flowed easily—talking about dreams, childhood memories, silly habits. The tension faded, replaced by something warm and comforting.

At one point, Bae yawned, covering her mouth shyly. Bunny chuckled. “Sleep, Bae. We have a lifetime ahead to talk.”

She nodded, lying down, feeling safer than she had expected.

As the lights dimmed, Bunny whispered, “Goodnight, Bae.”

“Goodnight, Bunny,” she replied, a small smile on her lips.

And just like that, their journey began—not as strangers, but as two hearts finding their way toward something beautiful.