“I’d rather be single, happy, and lonely sometimes, than married, lonely, and happy sometimes.” – Mark Fiore
FIFTEEN YEARS AGO
There were thirty thousand likes and twelve thousand comments on Ranveer’s i********: page. He started to panic as notifications started pouring in from his social media pages.
Ping. Ping. Ping.
An army of digital hearts exploded on his screen.
What little hope he had of keeping his drunken marriage under wraps and quietly having it annulled was dashed.
Something happened. He had to have been drugged. There was no f*****g way in hell he had willingly agreed to marry someone out of the blue like that.
His memories were still foggy, but it was slowly returning to him. He grimaced as his brain tried to connect the dots.
“What’s wrong?” Shivanie asks. She was o
