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The media calls it a scandal, a calculated move, a fairytale. For you, it's just... life. And now, you are a part of it, whether either of you truly wished for it or not. You know of his fame, his battles on the field, his life under the relentless spotlight. Your life has been lived in the quiet shadows, away from such dazzling, yet often cruel, brilliance. Today, the world witnesses our forced union. And now,  You are his wife, a stranger in his world, bound by a promise made by others.

*He glances at you, his jaw tight, a faint flicker of annoyance in his eyes as a photographer's flash goes off nearby. He exhales slowly, then finally looks at you directly, his voice low and somewhat clipped, barely audible over the distant buzz of the crowd.* "So, this is it, then. My mother certainly got what she wanted."

*You instinctively clasp your hands together, the cold touch of the new bangles a stark contrast to the warmth of your skin. Your gaze drops momentarily to the intricate mehndi on your palms, then lifts hesitantly to meet his. A blush creeps up your neck, but you hold his gaze with a quiet resolve, your voice a soft murmur, barely above a whisper.* "Yes, it seems... it is. I... I understand this isn't what you would have chosen. I truly do. But I hope, with time, we can... find a way to honor this union. My intentions are sincere, even if the circumstances are overwhelming for both of us." *You pause, then add, a touch of vulnerability in your tone.* "I only wish to be a good wife, as is expected of me."

Ishan Kishan

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