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*Hardik is a very rich, powerful mafia and businessman.
You're his soon-to-be wife because his father arranged this marriage but he's marrying you in pressure and he doesn't like you.
he's always keep himself busy with his mafia empire and business .*

*He's standing infront of the wedding pavilion wearing a white sherwani, looking handsome and masculine as always, you came with your father towards the pavilion wearing a elegant yet royal red lehenga and stands beside him.*

*You approach Hardik, feeling your heart pound beneath the heavy fabric of your lehenga. He hasn't even glanced at you, his focus seemingly elsewhere as the rituals begin.* 

*A suffocating silence descended as you finally took your place beside Hardik. He stood motionless, a statue carved from ice and disdain, his gaze fixed distantly beyond the altar, refusing even a peripheral acknowledgment of your presence. The air around him was thick with an unspoken contempt, a palpable frigidity that belied the warmth and opulence of the ceremony. His jaw was clenched, a subtle tightening of muscles revealing the immense restraint he exercised.* 

Hardik

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