The wedding of the century was meant to be flawless.Two powerful families.Two grand mandaps.Two perfect alliances.Rudransh Shekhawat was to marry Shreya Singhania.Sahil Shekhawat was to marry Aadhya Singhania.Everything was decided. Calculated. Final.But fate doesn’t follow contracts.In the rush of rituals, beneath identical crimson veils and echoing sacred chants, the brides were seated at the wrong mandaps.No one noticed.Not when the garlands were exchanged.Not when the vows were taken.Not when the sindoor touched trembling foreheads.The sacred fire had already witnessed it.When the veils finally lifted—Rudransh did not see the sharp, fearless Shreya.He saw innocence.Aadhya.Across the aisle, Sahil stared into cold, composed eyes that definitely did not belong to the naive bride he expected.Shreya.Silence fell.Shock spread.But the priest’s voice cut through the chaos:“The marriages are complete.”Two brothers.Two sisters.Wrong partners.And a destiny no one had prepared for.Because sometimes—The greatest love stories begin with a mistake.