"I will cross all limits of shamelessness."

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Mannat glared angrily and asked, "What exactly do you want?"

Yug smirked cunningly and walked in circles around her. "Become Mannat Yug Bajaj from Mannat Aggarwal."

As soon as Mannat heard that, it felt like the ground beneath her feet had vanished. She looked at Yug with fury in her eyes, just about to speak, when Yug interrupted, "Think carefully. You have only today. Either take your father with you or get him buried right here."

Hearing this, Mannat shouted, "How dare you speak like that about my father? What do you think? That whatever you say, I'll do? I'll go to the police and get a case registered against you. And this time, I'll ensure you get such a punishment you can't even imagine!"

Yug smirked and replied, "Baby, I am the law here. Where will you go? Do whatever you want, you'll end up right back with me."

Just then, Mannat's phone started ringing. She glanced at the screen – it was a call from Pihu.

She moved a little away from Yug and answered, "Hello?"

From the other side, Pihu said, "Di, where are you? I've been trying to call Papa, but he's not picking up. Did he go to the hospital? Even Mom's getting worried."

Mannat, hearing Pihu's voice, started to panic but composed herself and replied, "Maybe Papa's busy with some work. I'll check."

Pihu said, "Okay Di, if possible come together. Papa hasn't eaten anything yet."

Mannat responded, "Don't worry. I'll bring him with me."

After disconnecting the call, she turned toward Yug and asked, "Where is my father? I want to see him right now!"

Yug smiled lightly, sat on the couch, lit a cigarette, and started taking long drags. Seeing this, Mannat snapped, "I didn't come here to watch your disgusting behavior. Got that?"

Without even looking at her, Yug replied, "You'll get to see your father when you say yes to marrying me. Deal with me."

Mannat shot back, "I said no! I don't even want to talk to someone like you, let alone marry you!"

Yug got up from the couch, walked toward her, took a long drag from the cigarette, and exhaled the smoke near her face. "You sure you don't want to see a demo of your dad's condition?"

He turned on the big LED TV in the hall with the remote. It showed her father unconscious, with a man dressed in black holding a gun to his head.

Mannat ran up to Yug, her voice trembling, folded her hands and pleaded, "Please don't do this. Your fight is with me, don't involve my family."

Yug said, "When I count to three, my man will shoot. Now, tell me – do you want to take your father's body yourself, or should I have it delivered to your house? You've got two minutes. Decide."

"You want me to marry you, right? Fine! I will! Just let my father go. Please… please!"

Mannat started begging, and Yug laughed like he had won a great war. He came close and said, "You have one hour. Your clothes are upstairs. Go get ready. The priest will be here soon."

Mannat took two steps back. "I said yes to marriage, but that doesn't mean I'll marry you this very second. I need time."

Yug circled her again and stopped behind her, grabbing her wrist. "Yug Bajaj never makes a deal that causes him loss. And you think I'll trust you? Never. Yug Bajaj trusts no one but himself."

Mannat forcefully pulled her hand away. "What shamelessness is this? Let me go!"

She wiped her hand with her scarf. Yug replied, "Shamelessness? I like that word. After marriage, I'll cross every line of it."

Mannat pleaded, "Please give me time. I need to go to the hospital and explain everything to Yuvraj."

She was still talking when Yug cut her off, "Seems like you don't want to take your father home, huh?"

Hearing Yuvraj's name infuriated Yug. He grabbed her arms and asked, "You love him a lot, don't you?"

Mannat looked into his eyes and said, "What's it to you? If you really want to know, then yes. I love him more than myself. You want to marry me, but I don't want this. I'm doing it only for my family's sake. Understand?"

Hearing the word "sacrifice" made Yug even angrier. His grip on her arms tightened, hurting her.

Mannat shoved him away with all her strength and turned her face aside.

Yug shouted, "Go and get ready! The more time you take, the more your father will suffer. Don't blame me later!"

He stormed out.

After he left, Mannat collapsed to her knees and started crying. "What's happening to me? What kind of mess have I gotten into? Why did I write that article about him that day?"

She sobbed for five minutes. Then she wiped her tears and said to herself, "No, Mannat. You can't give up. You must do this for your family."

She went upstairs. There were many rooms, and she wasn't sure which one to enter. The third door was slightly open. Inside, a red bridal lehenga and all the necessary makeup items were placed neatly.

As soon as she saw them, she understood everything. Yug had prepared this long ago. This was revenge. Every item looked expensive.

She picked up the lehenga and walked toward the washroom. It was royal-looking and heavy, but it fit her perfectly.

She thought, "How did he even know my size?"

After dressing, she stood in front of the mirror. In just 15–20 minutes, she was ready – because this marriage was nothing but a deal for her.

She came downstairs. The priest had arrived, the sacred fire was being prepared, and Shera was arranging everything.

"The sooner the wedding happens, the sooner she can meet her father," she thought. Her father had high blood pressure – what if his condition worsens?

She was getting ready quickly out of worry. Yug hadn't returned yet. But shortly after, he too entered, now dressed up, talking on the phone.

The moment his eyes landed on Mannat, he couldn't look away. Earlier, she was in a simple outfit. Now, in the red bridal dress, she looked breathtaking. For a moment, he was stunned.

Yug had never been in a relationship. He always kept women at a distance. The media always chased him, and this marriage was nothing but a tool of revenge.

Shera came forward and said, "Sir, the priest is here. Everything's ready."

Yug responded, "Hmm," and walked ahead.

He grabbed Mannat's hand and brought her to the sacred fire. He looked at Shera and asked loudly, "The main guests are still left? Call them now."

Shera asked, "Who should I call, sir?"

Yug smiled and said, "The media. After all, it's Yug Bajaj's wedding."

He sat down with Mannat, held her hand firmly, and told the priest to begin.

Hearing "media," Mannat turned sharply toward him. What is this man planning now? If the media comes, everyone will know I'm marrying him. What will people think? What should I do now? This can't be happening.

Seeing her panic, Yug asked, "What's wrong, future Mrs. Bajaj? Don't like the media being here? Well, our story started with an article—maybe it should end with one too, what do you say?"

Mannat said, "Look, I'm doing what you asked. I'm marrying you. So please don't call the media. What will people think of me? What about my family? Please don't do this."

Yug leaned closer and whispered, "Why do you think I'll listen to you? If it bothers you, that makes me happy. And this is just a small punishment. I'll give you worse. Better get used to it, future Mrs. Bajaj."

He winked coldly.

Mannat could do nothing. She was trapped in a quicksand of no escape. Even if she cried out, Yug, blinded by revenge, wouldn't care about her pain.

He only wanted one thing: revenge. Shera called the press and told them to come quickly to the villa.

The news that Yug Bajaj was getting married shocked the reporters. But the call came from his assistant, so they had no choice but to believe it. Soon, the reporters gathered at the villa.

To be continue...