“Family. It’s a word people throw around like confetti. But in this house, family is a contract. And I am the signatory.”
Anika steps forward. For a moment, she sees the photograph of the woman on the table. Her expression softens—just a flicker. Then she hardens again.
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“Interesting.”
The camera pans across a cold, palatial living room. It’s museum-perfect: white marble, antique vases, not a speck of dust. But there’s no warmth. In the center of a long, mahogany table sits a single framed photograph of a woman with a gentle smile. “Family
Next week: Anika accidentally breaks Shivaay’s mother’s antique vase. War is declared.
Shivaay watches Anika disappear down the hallway. He picks up the photograph of his mother. For the first time in years, a ghost of a smile touches his lips. And I am the signatory
“Mr. Oberoi. I’m Anika. Your brother paid me fifty thousand rupees to pretend I’m your fiancée for one week. You look like you hate the idea. Good. Because I hate you already. Where’s my room?”