Jabariya Prem

BLURB BHAKTI SHARMA I shouldn't have smiled at the articles. He was engaged and the bride wasn't me. I felt betrayed after all those years I waited for him in India, hoping that one day or the other he’ll find the way that leads to me. Prem Thakur was the only man I dreamt about and now he is getting married to someone else. Not done because he was meant to be mine—no matter if he likes it or not. People don't welcome death and yet one day or the other they have to hug them. Likewise Prem has to marry me even if he doesn't like me or has erased me from his memories. And I’ll make him mine even if it means getting someone else's groom abducted. PREM THAKUR I wasn't responsible for the scandal and yet I decided to take the responsibility by marrying a woman I don't like. I was meant to be Isha Mehta’s fiance tomorrow but today I was a husband—no my wife wasn't Isha but, Bhakti Sharma. I erased her existence the day I left everything behind. The same woman who is now wearing the mangalsutra and sindoor she forced on me. I forgot her, she didn't. I never hoped to have a reunion with a tale from the past, she abducted me—married me and now she has to suffer. She says I belong to her, but fire belongs to none. I never thought I'd marry her and now she’ll always remember me as the nightmare she invited.