Prologue

                                  Prologue

"What ??? The Pandit was supposed to be fake !!" she screeched, making her sub-ordinates cower in fear.

'Twas a funny sight indeed. A woman of 5''6 dressed in red bridal lehenga making five 6-footers shake like leaves.

Imlie's perfectly planned mission went up in literal flames when her assistant and team messed up the one task they were given. Perfectly placed media, crazy matchmaking family and notorious criminals with a mile wide streak of luck were all it took for someone to tumble his way into his life

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"What do you mean by "You could have refused" ? They had guns !!!!!" he screamed, making his best friends stifle their laughter.

'Twas not everyday that they see their extremely chilled out friend lose his brains over a marriage. Especially his own. With Pesky rivals, nosey friends, booming business and a crazy matchmaking family of his own, all Aryan Singh Rathore needed to very ungraciously trip into her life was a pair of blue jeans and a checkered shirt.

Remember it's a multiverse. Those there, are here but what they are, they're not in here