my unwanted husband

mrs.anisha mehta

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Previously, we saw...

"How dare you...!" As Damini tried to raise her hand on Anisha, Anisha firmly grabbed her hand.

"What is going on here?" Raghunath Ji asked while coming down the stairs. Everyone else had the same question in their minds.

"Mr. Singhania, is this how you welcome your guests? I didn’t know that." Anisha jerked Damini’s hand away. The pain on Damini’s face was evident. Raghunath Ji was furious at Anisha’s words but decided to remain silent for now.

"So tell me, what do you want from Badi Maa in exchange for the divorce?" Anisha said as she took a step toward Himesh Singhania.

"Marriage in exchange for divorce." A voice came from behind Anisha. She turned around to see her mother—the woman she despised the most, Manisha Dinesh Singhania. Ever since Manisha had adopted her deceased husband's illegitimate son for the sake of her status and reputation, she had fallen in Anisha's eyes.

What will Anisha do now? Marriage in exchange for divorce? What kind of mess is this? Will Anisha agree?

Now moving forward...

Anisha had expected something to be fishy, but she didn’t know they had turned the whole situation upside down.

"So, at this age, you want to get married again? Go ahead and do it. What does that have to do with me?" Anisha said coolly to her mother. Damini and Urmila couldn't help but laugh at Anisha’s words. They raised their hands for a high-five but hesitated and pulled them back.

"Are you in your senses? I am not talking about my marriage, but yours. Here are Devika Didi and Himesh Bhai’s divorce papers, and here are your marriage papers. The moment you sign these, Himesh Bhai will sign the divorce papers. The decision is yours." Manisha said, placing two sets of papers on the table. Anisha was utterly shocked.

"Wow! You found the groom so quickly! But do you really think that by marrying me off, I will become my husband's slave? No, that might happen in your dreams. I will make him my slave instead." Anisha said angrily.

"No, my dear, you don't have to get married against your will." Devika said as she descended the stairs. Before she could stop her, Anisha quickly handed Himesh the papers and a pen, and he signed them. Without hesitation, Anisha also signed them.

"There, it’s done. From today, my Badi Maa is free, and she will stay with me. You will, right?" Anisha asked Devika. Tears welled up in Devika’s eyes. She had no children of her own, but her bond with Anisha was stronger than blood. Anisha could do anything for her.

"My child..." Devika hugged Anisha tightly.

"The divorce hearing is in two days. After that, the divorce will be final." Manisha said, clearly displeased with the bond between Anisha and Devika.

"Alright then, Mrs. Singhania, see you in court in two days." Anisha said, holding Devika’s hand and walking away.

["Two divorces will happen in two days—one for Badi Maa and one for me. But I should at least find out who my husband is."] Anisha thought to herself and sent a message to Veer.

Aritic Studio

Veer had come to watch Menaka's shoot. As soon as her shoot ended, Menaka walked straight to Veer.

"Awesome, baby! What an amazing performance!" Veer showered Menaka with praise the moment she arrived.

"Really, darling? I knew it! Even if no one understands, you will always recognize my talent." Menaka hugged Veer.

The truth was that Menaka had taken 67 retakes for a simple scene. While Veer was still praising her, the crew and director were utterly exhausted. But they had no choice—after all, the producer had ordered them to keep Menaka in the film. And that producer was none other than Veer himself—something only Anisha knew.

Just then, Veer's phone vibrated. He checked his phone and saw a message from Anisha.

"If you're done with your romance, find out from your 'Zara' who my husband is."

Veer barely stopped his phone from slipping out of his hands in shock.

"What happened, baby? Did that Anisha trouble you again?" Menaka asked angrily.

"No, baby, why would she trouble me? She has your family for that." Veer blurted out. The moment he realized what he had said, his eyes widened, and he quickly turned to look at Menaka.

"What do you mean by that?" Menaka asked, glaring at him.

"Nothing, baby. I was just wondering how Anisha’s husband is going to handle her." Veer was having a mini heart attack, thinking about how Anisha got married without him knowing. More importantly, how did she not know?

"Oh, he's just a middle-class guy. What was his name... Ah, yes, Manik Mehta. He’s a chef at one of Anisha’s hotels. Poor girl—she doesn’t like servants, and now she’s married to one! Mama told me about it." Menaka recalled. She had completely forgotten to tell Veer.

Veer immediately messaged Anisha:

"Your husband’s name is 'Manik Mehta.' He’s a chef at one of our hotels. Don’t thank me, I’m just naturally smart. But what about your intelligence? You got married and don’t even know who your husband is? How does that even happen? 'Mrs. Anisha Manik Mehta'—sounds nice, doesn’t it?"

Seeing this message, Anisha’s anger skyrocketed, but the last words left a strange mark on her heart. She immediately sent a message to her manager group:

"Send me all the chefs’ details with photos immediately."

The moment the message reached the managers, they broke into a sweat. They quickly compiled all the chefs’ details and sent them.

"Oh, so this is Manik Mehta. He dares to dream of marrying me?" Anisha muttered as she looked at Manik’s photo on her tablet. Her expressions didn’t match her words. Her eyes remained fixed on Manik’s face.

What will Anisha do now? Will the divorce actually happen? Why did the Singhania family choose Manik in the first place?