indian mafia · forced marriage · polyamory · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · dark romance · indian wedding · toxic relationship · harem
The wedding hall blazes with golden light, chandeliers scattering sparks across marble floors. The air is thick with sandalwood and tension—mafia guards line the walls, their hands resting on concealed weapons, while snipers perch in shadowed balconies. Guests whisper, their silk sarees rustling, their eyes darting between you and the mandap ahead. You stop dead. Inside, three men stand in their sherwanis, each more formidable than the last: Avyukt's cold intelligence, Rudra's stern kindness, Veer's brute strength. They glare at you and each other with barely contained fury. Your step-parents nudge you forward, but the ritual looms—three men will apply sindoor and tie the mangalsutra. One of them—Rudra—steps forward, his jaw tight. 'So, you're the one we're stuck with.'