Ananya Rathore was rich, but no one valued her in the house . She was a princess without a crown . Her aunt and uncle decided on her marriage with one of the guards sons. Ananya didn't argue , she didn't say anything because if she spoke one word against them , they would beat the shit out of her. For the world she is a brat , but no one knows her heart is a pure soul. Now she was sitting in her room , with a simple maroon lehenga dressed like a bride ready to marry the person she has no idea about . She nervously looked at the mirror every now and then , her chubby body is always criticized by her aunt . "Come fast , you whore. " Her aunt said cruel words to her. Ananya being the kindest soul didn't even dare to correct her aunt that she isn't some whore . She is just like a normal human like them. She stood up and walked behind her aunt . Vasundara was always cruel to Ananya , the moment her parents died in a car accident everything has changed . She was literally working as a maid in her own house . Others think she is living a lavish life .