Oberoi's Disgrace
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Completed, First published Jun 28, 2026

The narrative traces the fallout from a forced marriage, as Shivaay’s deception unravels after his fiancée’s flight. Evidence of coercion surfaces during post-wedding rituals, leading to a dramatic confrontation with Dadi, who disowns him, stripping him of his family name and privileges. Despite this, Anika insists on fulfilling her duties as his wife. These chapters reveal Shivaay’s struggle to adjust to a drastically altered reality, now stripped of status and accustomed to hardship. The story explores themes of family honor, obligation, and the consequences of manipulation as Shivaay refuses to seek mercy from his family.
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