I never planned for marriage. My life was Vinay—my son, my only redemption after a bloody past I can’t erase. Then Anand ran away, and suddenly I was forced into the mandap, tying my fate with a girl who thought she was marrying him. She entered my world blindfolded, unaware of the truth. Now she’s my wife… and whether she likes it or not, she’s Vinay’s mumma.
Character Profile: Ekansh Bedi
Name: Ekansh Bedi
Age: 28
Height: 6’2
Looks: Sharp jawline, deep-set dark eyes that hold secrets, always clean-shaven or light stubble. His aura screams authority—every step measured, every glance intimidating.
Outfit: Expensive tailored suits in business hours, and at home he prefers crisp sherwanis or casual but classy attire. Always wears his watch—a reminder of control and time.
Personality: Cold, strict, mature. A man who hides emotions so well that people often mistake him for being heartless. But underneath the steel mask lies a past drenched in blood and guilt.
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Background / Past (4 Years Ago)
Ekansh wasn’t always the calm, controlled businessman people see today.
Four years ago, he was a beast—a dangerous Mafia in Italy, feared for his ruthlessness. Killing came as easy as breathing to him; hesitation was a weakness he never allowed.
His greatest enemy was Anil, a rival Mafia boss. After multiple assassination attempts from Anil, Ekansh’s rage erupted. He stormed Anil’s mansion with his men and wiped out the entire family—every last member.
In the blood-soaked chaos, one moment changed everything.
Anil’s wife, shot in the stomach and dying, crawled to shield her 2-month-old baby boy—Vinay (Vinnu). She begged Ekansh to spare her child’s life. She even signed over all their property to him, with trembling hands, just to protect her son.
For the first time in his life, Ekansh felt guilt. He stood there, watching the woman take her last breath while her baby cried in his arms—the same arms that had destroyed his family. That night, something inside Ekansh broke.
He walked away from the Mafia world forever.
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Present
Now, Ekansh Bedi lives as a cold, distant businessman, known for his sharp mind and ruthless decisions in boardrooms instead of battlefields. He wears glasses, speaks little, and trusts no one.
But Vinay… that child became his entire world.
He raised him as his own son, even though the boy carries the blood of his enemy.
Inside the Bedi mansion, Vinay is a reminder everyone hates. To them, he is “the enemy’s child.” But to Ekansh—he is his redemption, his only softness.
He never married, never let anyone close, and built a wall around his heart. For the world, he is a cold man. For Vinay, he is both father and mother.
Character Profile: Vinay “Vinnu” Bedi
Name: Vinay Bedi (nicknamed Vinnu)
Age: 4 years old
Appearance: Big innocent doe-eyes, curly jet-black hair, and a dimpled smile that can melt even the coldest heart. Always running around in his tiny sneakers, holding his toy car or clutching his father’s finger.
Personality:
Innocent, curious, and full of mischief—the way kids are.
He craves affection, especially a mother’s love, which he has never received.
Though neglected by the rest of the Bedi family, he still greets everyone with a hopeful smile, only to be ignored or scolded.
His entire world revolves around one person—his father, Ekansh.
Behavior:
He waits by the door every evening for his father to return from work.
He sleeps hugging Ekansh’s shirt if his father is late.
He secretly wishes every day that someone would kiss his forehead, tell him stories, or hug him the way mothers do.
Backstory:
Since the day Ekansh carried him out of that blood-soaked past, Vinnu has known only one protector—his father. But inside the Bedi mansion, everyone sees him as “the enemy’s son.” Servants avoid him, relatives whisper about him, and no one shows him warmth.
Still, Vinnu doesn’t complain. He clings to Ekansh’s hand, believing his father is enough. Yet deep down, he wishes for a mother—the kind he sees in other children’s lives.
Turning Point:
When he hears that his father is finally bringing home a “mumma,” Vinnu bursts with joy. He jumps around the house, telling anyone who will listen:
“Mere liye mumma aa rahi hai! Ab mujhe bhi bedtime stories milengi!”
For the first time in years, his little heart feels complete—hopeful that maybe this new bride will love him, hug him, and call him her son.
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You were that typical desi girl with one big dream: shaadi. Not for love, not for the guy, but for the lehenga, the bridal photos, and the whole dramatic vibe you had read about in your hundreds of arranged-marriage novels.
So, when your parents fixed your marriage with Anand Bedi, the youngest son of the wealthy Bedi family, you thought your dream was coming true. Rich family, big fat wedding, and you—the star in your baby-pink lehenga.
On the wedding morning, you twirled in front of the mirror, whispering to yourself,
"Hayyy… kisi ki nazar na lage mujhe."
Your eyes sparkled. Your lehenga sparkled. Life sparkled.
But then came the plot twist number one—panditji.
He announced that the bride must stay under ghunghat until the wedding is over, otherwise “apsagun” will happen. And not just any veil—oh no—yours was thick as a curtain. You could barely breathe, forget seeing your groom. Absolute torture.
You tried to protest, “But maa, I can’t even see where I’m going!”
Your mom shushed you, “Shaadi hai, beta. Rules are rules.”
So, blindfolded in your own wedding, you sat at the mandap.
Still, your heart was doing filmi dhak-dhak. You leaned toward your dulha and whispered with a shy giggle,
"I can’t see you right now… but later, I’ll look at you properly."
Silence.
No reply. Just a faint sound of him clearing his throat.
Weird. But hey, dulhas get nervous too, right?
The rituals finished, the pheras done, and the bidaai came sooner than you expected. While hugging you tightly, your mom’s voice cracked, “I’m sorry beta… I had no other choice.”
You frowned inside your veil. No choice for what? But before you could ask, you were pulled away.
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When you finally reached the grand Bedi Mansion, your heart raced. This was it—the entry scene. Your sasuma stood at the door with the aarti thal, everyone around forcing smiles. The vibe felt… awkward. Still, you smiled behind your suffocating veil, ready to kick the kalash.
Just as your toe touched it—
“DADDY!”
A tiny whirlwind of curls and energy came running straight at you and the man beside you. A little boy—maybe four years old—jumped, hugged your husband’s leg, and squealed in the happiest voice you’d ever heard:
“Finally, Daddy! You brought me a mumma! I’m so happy!”
You froze.
Your toe missed the kalash.
Your brain short-circuited.
Wait. Daddy? Mumma? Excuse me? Which serial did I just walk into?
Heart thumping, you yanked your veil off—and the ground disappeared beneath you.
It wasn’t Anand standing beside you.
The man in sherwani, tall, cold, and terrifyingly intense… was Ekansh Bedi—Anand’s elder brother. And right there, clinging to him like a little monkey, was the boy who had just called you “mumma.”
Your lips parted in shock. You looked at Ekansh. You looked at the boy. Back at Ekansh. Your voice finally cracked,
“W–Where’s… Anand?”
Ekansh’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t answer. The room went silent.
And then, like a badly written family drama, the truth spilled out.
Anand already had a girlfriend who didn’t want to get married. In anger, he had agreed to this marriage with you. But right before the wedding, he ran away. To save the family’s honor, everyone—including your own parents—decided to push Ekansh into the mandap instead.
Nobody told you.
So the whole time under your suffocating ghunghat, you weren’t marrying Anand. You were marrying Ekansh Bedi—the boring, cold, strict elder brother.
And surprise, along with him came his son—your new, very excited, ready-made child.
Congratulations.
Your dream wedding just upgraded into a full-blown family drama:
Husband you didn’t choose.
In-laws forcing smiles.
And a four-year-old calling you “mumma” before you could even process your sindoor.
Welcome to the Bedis.
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So now .. ekansh is your husband and Vinay is your son .. and anad is your devar noww
