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The Rathore mansion buzzed with chaos as the long-awaited day finally arrived-Yudhveer Singh Rathore, the eldest and most disciplined of the Rathore sons, was about to get married.
The sprawling estate was adorned with marigolds, twinkling lights, and grand floral arches, while servants ran around frantically to ensure everything was in place.
Amrita and Nandini, despite being surrounded by a sea of servants, were still at the center of everything.
They directed the cooks, oversaw the decorators, and ensured that every family member looked perfect.
Rajeshwari Devi Rathore, the matriarch, kept a watchful eye, monitoring all the bahus and family members.
Chandra, never one to miss out on an opportunity to assert herself, trailed behind her mother, giving unnecessary instructions to the staff and earning quiet eye-rolls from everyone in the process.
The wedding was set for the evening, but there was one glaring issue-Yudhveer was nowhere to be found.
As always, they think he was caught up in some important meeting, much to the frustration of his family.
His Dadasa, Pratap Singh Rathore, had scolded him earlier that morning over the phone, reminding him that ignoring one's wedding was not something a Rathore did.
As the clock ticked on, the younger family members found themselves with a bit of time to kill in the midst of the chaos.
Rohan, Aditi, Anjali, Ishani, and Sahil sat on one of the intricately carved couches in the living room, watching the madness unfold.
Anjali sighed dramatically, stretching her legs as she sank deeper into the couch.
"I'm freaking tired, guys," she groaned.
"This wedding prep is killing my legs. I think I've walked more today than I have in the past year."
Rohan chuckled, nudging her playfully. "Welcome to Rathore family weddings.
The real workout isn't in the gym; it's in the wedding chaos."
Anjali glared at him. "Easy for you to say. You're just standing around and cracking jokes.
I've been running from one end of this mansion to the other, dealing with decorations, photographers, and a dozen aunties asking me for chai."
Rohan shook his head, grinning. "Leave it to Bhaiya to be missing on his own wedding day."
Aditi rolled her eyes, adjusting the dupatta of her heavily embroidered dress. "Of course. He probably thinks this is just another board meeting.
He'll walk in five minutes before the ceremony, straightening his tie, and say, 'Am I late?'"
Anjali, sitting beside Aditi, laughed. "Knowing bhaisa, he'll probably check his phone during the pheras too!
Imagine him replying to an email while tying the knot."
Ishani giggled, "If I were bhabi, I'd snatch that phone and throw it into the havan kund."
Rohan leaned back, pretending to ponder deeply. "You know, this might be a new strategy. He's probably planning to negotiate his marriage contract in his head right now."
Aditi burst out laughing. "I can hear it now-'Clause 1: Meera bhabi must allow a 10-minute break every day for business calls.
Clause 2: No talking before I finish my morning workout.'"
Anjali chimed in, her eyes twinkling. "Clause 3: Meera bhabi has to agree that all future vacations will revolve around bhaisa board meetings!"
The group erupted in laughter, imagining Yudhveer's serious expression while making these absurd demands.
Anjali wiping fake tears from her eyes, added, "I wouldn't be surprised if Bhaisa made his wedding vows sound like a business proposal.
'I, Yudhveer Singh Rathore, hereby agree to take Meera as my wife, on the condition that...'"
Sahil pretended to nod solemnly. "And instead of saying 'I do,' he'd say, 'I accept these terms.'"
Rohan glanced at the clock, then at his phone, where no message from Yudhveer had arrived.
"Someone should probably tell Dadasa to give him another scolding, just in case. We can't have the groom missing when the baraat starts."
Aditi shook her head with mock seriousness. "No worries. Bhaiya will show up the moment someone mentions a 2% dip in Rathore Enterprises' stock. That's when you'll see him teleport to the mandap."
Anjali laughed. "I should try that. 'Attention everyone, Rathore Enterprises just lost 10 points!' Watch him teleport in, full suit and tie."
Everyone burst into laughter again, their voices filling the room as the wedding preparations continued in full swing around them.
Just as the laughter reached its peak, it quickly died down when they noticed Rajeshwari standing behind them with a stern look, Chandra beside her with a smirk playing on her lips.
Rajeshwari raised an eyebrow, her voice sharp and commanding, "What are you all doing here cracking jokes? This isn't some neighbor's wedding, it's your brother's! Get up and make yourselves useful. At least help the elders instead of lounging around."
The group scrambled to sit up straight, looking guilty. Anjali, still massaging her sore feet, tried to stand but winced.
"Anjali," Rajeshwari's eyes fell on her, "Did the makeup artist arrive?"
Anjali shook her head quickly. "No, Dadi, they should be here in about an hour. It's almost time for the evening."
Rajeshwari nodded but didn't let her off the hook easily. "It's your responsibility to make sure the bride looks like a queen today. Meera should look like the Rajasthan ki Maharani. Understand?"
Anjali swallowed and nodded. "Yes, Dadi, I'll make sure."
Rajeshwari's sharp gaze then turned to Nandini. "And Nandini, did our dresses arrive from the designer?"
Nandini, ever efficient, nodded, "Yes, Maa, they arrived long ago."
"And the jewelry?"
"Yes, Maasa, it's all taken care of."
Rajeshwari gave a satisfied nod, but her tone remained strict. "Good. Now listen carefully-
there will be no unnecessary drama today. Behave yourselves. I don't think I need to remind you how to act at such an important event.
Meet with every guest personally, and Nandini, make sure Siddharth is informed to handle the VVIP guests. There will be many high-profile people attending tonight."
Everyone nodded obediently, but when Rajeshwari glanced around and didn't see Yudhveer, her eyes narrowed.
"And where the hell is Yudhveer right now? Someone call him, or else he will have to face Rajeshwari Pratap Singh Rathore," she added with an intimidating finality in her voice.
With that, Rajeshwari turned on her heel and left, her bahus trailing behind her, their sarees swishing in her wake.
As soon as they were out of earshot, Chandra, still smirking, turned to Ishani, her tone laced with sarcasm. "Ishani, get up and do some work for once. Stop sitting around like you're a guest here."
Ishani's face flushed, and she quickly got up to help, avoiding Chandra's gaze.
Chandra's eyes then landed on Anjali, and her expression turned bitter. "And you, Anjali, stop acting like a princess. Do you think you've earned a break? There's work to be done, not just a show to put on."
Anjali's discomfort was palpable, and she started to rise from her seat, her smile fading as she prepared to handle the next task.
But before she could even stand fully, a shadow loomed over her-Ranvijay had entered the room, his face dark with anger, having heard every word Chandra had just spat at his wife.
Without saying a word, he crossed the room, scooped Anjali up into his arms, causing gasps from Aditi, Rohan and Sahil, and loud cheers from the youngest family members who were watching.
"My wife needs rest,"
Ranvijay said firmly, glaring at his Bua. His voice was calm but cold.
"She is not a maid to fulfill your whims, Chandra Bua. She is my queen-someone you will never control."
Chandra's face reddened in fury, her eyes narrowing into slits as she opened her mouth to retort, but Ranvijay was already walking away with Anjali in his arms, leaving her words to die in her throat.
He strode out of the room, leaving behind a fuming Chandra, who was left standing there in shocked silence.
Ranvijay carried Anjali to their room, gently placing her on the bed. Anjali looked up at him, a mix of surprise and affection in her eyes.
"What did you just do, Jay? You can't just scoop me up in your arms like that anywhere."
He smirked, leaning down slightly.
"So what? I can do whatever I want when it comes to you. And no one, no one, gets to treat you like that. You're mine, Anjali, and I'll never let anyone hurt you again."
Anjali's heart swelled at his words, and without thinking, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug.
She rested her head against his chest, her voice soft. "Jay... Sukoon milta hai tumhare baahon mein..." (I find peace in your arms.)
Ranvijay's expression softened at her words. He gently rubbed his hand over her back, his voice low and tender.
"And I'll always be here to give you that peace."
He smiled down at her before placing a loving kiss on her forehead.
He then knelt down beside her and grinned, taking her foot in his hands.
"Now, let me give you a massage, Madam. Your personal servant is at your service," he teased.
Anjali giggled, feeling lighter as he began massaging her sore feet.
"You're spoiling me, Jay," she whispered, her eyes drooping from exhaustion.
Ranvijay's eyes softened as he watched her melt under his touch, her body relaxing with each gentle stroke. He leaned closer, his voice low and filled with affection.
"You deserve all of this and more, biwi. I'd move heaven and earth just to see you smile like this. There's nothing more precious to me than your happiness."
His gaze lingered on her face, a tender smile curving his lips as he continued to caress her feet, each touch filled with love.
Before long, both of them drifted off into a short nap, knowing that soon enough, Dadisa would come knocking and make sure they were back to work, or worse-dancing on their heads if they weren't ready.
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Meera pov:
The day has finally arrived-my wedding day.
How do I even begin to describe what I'm feeling?
Shouldn't I be happy?
Shouldn't I feel like the most special woman in the world?
Yet, here I am, more scared than anything else, my heart racing with anxiety rather than joy. Am I really the bride?
I can't wrap my head around it. Everything feels like a blur, like a dream I'm not fully part of.
A few girls are busy around me, making me ready for the ceremony. I don't even know what they're doing. They're fussing over my hair, draping jewelry over me, brushing makeup on my face, but none of it feels real.
My body is still, letting them do what they want, but inside, I'm lost. Then, they bring the lehenga. The sight of it takes my breath away-it's beautiful, no doubt about that.
The intricate embroidery glimmers under the light, each stitch telling a story of luxury and tradition. But its weight... It's heavier than I ever imagined. Heavier than me, I think, as they help me slip into it.
My makeup is done, and when I look in the mirror, I see a stranger staring back at me. There's this perfectly dressed bride, the opposite of everything I feel inside.
Just like my life, which seems to be heading in the opposite direction of what I once wished for. How ironic. As I stare at myself, I don't even recognize the girl standing there-glammed up, dolled up for a day I still can't believe is happening.
Anjali Bhabhi comes in to check on me, her presence soothing yet overwhelming.
She looks like an angel, truly stunning. Her smile is so warm and supportive, but I can see the worry in her eyes too.
She knows what I'm going through, even though we haven't spoken much about it. I manage to smile back at her, but my heart is still pounding.
Soon, it'll be time to walk to the mandap. The very thought sends shivers down my spine. My knees feel weak-how am I supposed to stand, let alone walk down to where my future awaits?
I'm not sure if I'll be able to make it without stumbling. But more than that, I'm consumed by the thought of what I've lost.
If only I had a family, if only my father and brother were still alive. They would stand beside me, hold my hand, and walk me to the mandap. That's all I've ever wanted-to feel that love, that support on a day like this.
But some wishes remain just that-wishes. And it hurts. The tears well up in my eyes before I can stop them, and I can't help but think of my parents.
Maa, Baba... how I wish you were here with me today. My heart aches at the thought of them, at the fact that I'll be starting this new chapter of my life without them by my side.
Still, a part of me knows that the family I'm about to marry into is wonderful. They've been kind, warm, and welcoming to me, and I should be happy about that. I am, in a way. But no matter how wonderful they are, they can't fill the void left by the people I've lost.
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At the mansion, chaos had taken over. Rajeshwari was fuming with anger, her voice booming through the grand hall. "You can't handle one single thing!" she yelled at her husband, Pratap Singh Rathore.
"Where the hell is Yudhveer? His phone is switched off! Muhurat nikalta ja raha hai, aur ye ladka ka kuch pata hi nahi!"
Ranvijay stood nearby, his phone in hand, frustration clear on his face. "Dadisa, I'm trying to reach him," he replied calmly, though his patience was wearing thin.
"Try karoge?" Rajeshwari snapped, her anger rising. "Bahaar log intezaar kar rahe hain, dulhan taiyyar hai, aur yahaan tamesha bana rakha hai iss ladke ne!"
Amrita, pacing the length of the room, wrung her hands in worry. Nandini stood by her side, trying to offer reassurances.
"He'll come, Bhabhi, don't worry. Yudhveer never misses anything important."
But the unease in Nandini's voice betrayed her own fears. This wasn't just any day-it was Yudhveer's wedding day, the wedding of the Rathore King, and the king himself was missing.
On the other side of the room, Rohan and Aditi were huddled together, their voices barely audible over the commotion. "Hum toh bas mazaak kar rahe the," Rohan muttered, stealing a glance at his sister. "Aur yahaan Bhai toh sach mein bhag gaye."
Aditi let out a frustrated sigh, adjusting her perfectly done hair. "Are yaar, itni mehnat se ready hui thi! This is all wasted if Bhai doesn't show up!"
Rohan rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed by Aditi's focus on her appearance in the middle of the chaos. "Shut up, little devil. Bhai will come."
Just then, Anjali entered the room, her expression tense but composed. "Should I really announce the shares are down? Maybe he'll come running then," she said, half-joking but with a serious undertone.
Chandra, who had been quietly observing, couldn't resist adding her own sharp comment.
Rajeshwari shot her a warning look. "Chandra, abhi chup raho!" But even Rajeshwari knew that Yudhveer had always been fiercely independent, and the fact that he had disappeared on his own wedding day wasn't helping his case.
Tension filled the air as everyone waited for any sign of Yudhveer. Each passing second felt heavier, the weight of expectations pressing down on the entire Rathore family.
Pratap stood tall, his voice steady despite the growing tension. "I know he'll come," he said, trying to calm the storm brewing within the family.
"Let's go and attend to the guests. We can delay things a bit for now." He turned to Ranvijay, his eyes serious. "Make sure you find him, Ranvijay."
Ranvijay nodded, his jaw clenched as he redialed Yudhveer's number for what felt like the hundredth time.
Pratap then addressed Rajeshwari, who was still pacing in frustration.
"Panditji will arrive soon. You go meet him, and I'll be back in some time."
Without waiting for further discussion, Pratap left the room, heading out to manage the situation as best as he could.
The rest of the family, though filled with worry, began making their way to the garden area where the wedding was set to take place. Despite the grandeur of the Rathore family, this wedding was meant to be a private affair, consisting only of close relatives and VIP guests.
The decision had been made to keep the wedding low-key for now, as Meera wasn't yet ready to face the media and the outside world.
Eventually, they would announce the wedding publicly, but only when Meera was prepared to step into the spotlight as the Rathore family's queen. Becoming a queen wasn't an easy task, and everyone knew the challenges that lay ahead for her.
Anjali and Ishani, however, stayed behind, exchanging uneasy glances before heading towards Meera's room.
The last thing they wanted was to worry her with the news of Yudhveer's disappearance. They couldn't risk breaking her already fragile spirit. When they entered, Meera was sitting quietly, her hands fidgeting with the edge of her lehenga, her face pale.
"Why haven't we gone yet?" Meera asked, her voice soft but filled with concern. "The muhurat time is passing, isn't it?"
Anjali forced a smile, trying to hide her own anxiety. "Oh, it's nothing, Meera bhabi. The time has changed a bit. Don't worry, everything's fine."
Ishani, nervous, let out a short laugh, nodding in agreement. "Yes, Bhabhi, just a small delay. Nothing to be concerned about."
Meera studied their faces, sensing the tension they were trying so hard to hide. "Hmm..." she murmured, but deep down, a wave of uneasiness washed over her.
Her heart started to race, and she felt more vulnerable than ever. Something wasn't right. She could feel it in her bones, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.
The heavy silence in the room was unbearable.
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Meanwhile, in the car, the tension was palpable, though Yudhveer appeared completely unaffected. His friend, sitting beside him, kept glancing between the speedometer and Yudhveer, the nervous energy rolling off him in waves. The atmosphere inside the car was thick with anticipation, but Yudhveer remained unhurried.
"Speed up, man! It's your wedding, not mine," his friend said, exasperated, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. The car was moving slower than it should have, especially given the occasion.
Yudhveer, however, showed no urgency. His gaze was fixed on the road ahead, his expression indifferent, almost bored. "Hmm," he muttered under his breath, barely acknowledging his friend's plea.
"Hmm?" his friend echoed, his frustration mounting. "Bro, I'm serious! Or else your family is going to lose it. They'll be dancing on our heads if we miss the muhurat!" His voice was edged with genuine concern, knowing all too well how traditions were upheld in the Rathore family.
Yudhveer's lips twitched in a faint, almost imperceptible smile. His response was calm, bordering on arrogance. "Let them. I'm the king... they should learn to wait for me."
His friend sighed heavily, leaning back in his seat, shaking his head. "Of course, you'd say that. You're insufferable sometimes, you know that?" he muttered, though there was no real bite behind the words.
He knew Yudhveer well enough to understand that nothing fazed him. Crisis or celebration, Yudhveer carried the same stoic composure, as though nothing could truly touch him.
From the back seat, a quiet presence made itself known. A shadow of a figure, sitting silently the whole time, suddenly shifted.
That person had been there from the start, yet somehow remained unnoticed.
Trying to shake off the odd feeling, his friend attempted to lighten the mood again. "You know what they say about love though, right? Ishq ka jam bohot meetha hota hai. Ek baar chak ke toh dekh," (The drink of love is very sweet. Try tasting it just once.)
Yudhveer rolled his eyes, a rare flicker of emotion flashing across his otherwise expressionless face. "Tum ho na sabse bada example," (You're the biggest example yourself.) he shot back, sarcasm lacing his voice. "Tell me, how's the fall into the pit of love treating you?"
His friend grinned, taking the jibe in stride. "Maybe I fell into a pit, but at least it's better than standing on the edge and doing nothing. One day, you'll see. One day, that girl is going to become your obsession
Yudhveer's smile faded, and his eyes narrowed as he refocused on the road. The thought lingered in the air, but he brushed it off as quickly as it came. "Obsession..." he repeated under his breath, as if testing the word. "That's not my style."
In the back seat, that person let out a soft, nearly inaudible chuckle.
His friend, trying to shake off the strange atmosphere, chuckled as well.
"We'll see. You say that now, but everyone has their moment. Ek din tumhari bhi baari aayegi," (One day, your time will come.) he teased again. "Trust me, Yudhveer, love doesn't ask for permission."
Yudhveer scoffed at the idea, steering the car with the same steady hand, his demeanor unshaken. "Love may not ask for permission, but I'm the one who decides where my life goes," he said, his voice cold and firm.
As they neared the mansion, the large gates loomed ahead, marking the entrance to Yudhveer's world of power and prestige. With a few deft moves, Yudhveer skillfully maneuvered the car, slipping past the curious gazes and the security stationed outside.
The moment they entered, however, the guards' eyes widened in shock. It wasn't Yudhveer's late arrival or his calm demeanor that stunned them-it was the figure sitting behind him, half-hidden in the shadows. Their jaws dropped slightly, eyes darting toward each other in disbelief as they tried to maintain their composure.
They exchanged silent, anxious glances, but none dared say a word. The weight of that person presence was palpable, and it seemed as though even the air had thickened in their vicinity.
Whoever this person was, their mere existence commanded attention, and the guards knew better than to question it.
Yudhveer's composed demeanor remained unchanged as he slipped inside unnoticed, the guards still frozen in place. His footsteps were unhurried, his presence quiet yet commanding. As always, he carried himself with the regal air of a king, as if time bent to his will, not the other way around.
His best friend trailed behind, still shaking his head in disbelief. "You're unbelievable, man. Even on your wedding day, you act like you're doing the world a favor by showing up."
Yudhveer smirked but didn't bother responding. He wasn't here to appease anyone's expectations. This was just another task to be completed. He made his way toward his room to get ready, the weight of his absence still unnoticed by the guests milling about.
At the mansion, Rajeshwari welcomed Panditji (priest) with reverence, her faith in him unshakable. As soon as he entered, she quickly bent down to touch his feet, and he blessed her with a smile.
"Stay blessed, Rajeshwari," Panditji said, his voice calm and wise.
Not long after, Pratap arrived, greeting Panditji with equal respect, bowing to touch his feet for blessings.
Panditji smiled and asked, "Where is Yudhveer? The groom is missing?"
Pratap hesitated, searching for the right words. "Panditji... woh..." (he...) But before he could continue, murmurs spread through the crowd like wildfire as people gasped. All eyes turned to the doorway.
Yudhveer had arrived.
The room fell silent, a wave of awe washing over the crowd. The groom, finally present, walked in with an air of authority that silenced the gossip.
Everyone, from relatives to VIP guests, stood up and bowed their heads in respect as he made his way to the mandap (wedding altar). Yudhveer barely acknowledged them, his face expressionless, his emotions tightly sealed.
Dressed in a royal sherwani (traditional groom's attire), the intricate embroidery shining under the lights, Yudhveer looked every bit the king he claimed to be. The outfit hugged his frame, adding to the aura of power and wealth that surrounded him.
He sighed when he caught sight of his dada (grandfather) and dadisa (grandmother), their stern, disapproving looks stabbing at him from across the room.
But Yudhveer, being Yudhveer, merely shrugged, indifferent to their anger. He stood near the mandap, as if he had been on time all along.
His best friend nudged him as they neared the family. "See? I told you, one day, someone's going to make you fall," he teased.
Yudhveer didn't break his stride, only offering a dry response under his breath, "The only thing falling here is my patience."
But his friend's words lingered, tugging at the back of his mind.
Obsession? Love?
No. Yudhveer Rathore was above such things. At least, that's what he told himself. The weight of his family's expectations pressing on his shoulders. Yet, somewhere, a flicker of something he couldn't quite name stirred within him.
Just then, his dadisa's stern voice cut through the tension. "Yudhveer, come and take blessings from Panditji."
Without a word, Yudhveer walked forward, bending down to touch Panditji's feet. As he did, Panditji placed his hand on Yudhveer's head, his tone carrying a deeper meaning.
"Jane anjane mein Yudhveer, tum bilkul sahi waqt pe aaye ho," (Whether knowingly or unknowingly, Yudhveer, you have arrived at exactly the right time)
Panditji said, his voice low yet filled with wisdom. "Yeh sabse zyada shubh muhurat hai." (This is the most auspicious time.)
"Jo hone wala hai, woh tumhare kismat mein likha tha," (What is about to happen was written in your destiny)
The words hung in the air, mysterious and heavy, leaving Yudhveer momentarily thoughtful, though he kept his expression unreadable. What was Panditji hinting at? Yudhveer wasn't sure, but the significance of the moment was clear-this wasn't just any wedding.
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Meera pov
Soon, my entry is about to happen, and my whole body is trembling. I can't tell if it's the weight of my emotions or the weight of this magnificent lehenga (bridal outfit). My heart feels like it's caught in a storm. Every breath feels heavier than the last, and just when I think I can't take it anymore, I hear them-taunts from some aunties.
"Have you heard? The bride's family isn't even here... so sad."
The words slice through me, each one making me want to shrink away. Why? Why can't a girl have even a single moment of peace without these taunts? I feel tears threatening to spill, but I hold them back, swallowing the lump in my throat.
Anjali bhabi and Ishani bhabi stand beside me, their presence calming, but even they can't erase the ache in my chest. I take a deep breath, summoning the strength to take that first step forward when suddenly, I feel two hands gently grasping mine-one on each side.
At first, I'm startled, fear rising in my chest, but then I glance to my right and see Jaidev Rathore, his Baba Sa-my new father-standing tall and proud. I glance to my left, and there's a young man holding my other hand. For a moment, I don't recognize him, but the excited shouts of Rohan, Aditi, and Sahil make it clear.
Devansh Singh Rathore
Another Rathore brother. I didn't even know he was here; I guess he's as busy as Aryan bhaiya.
"Although everyone was shocked to see him, they didn't utter a single word, as their eyes spoke volumes."
My heart skips a beat. This moment-this feeling-it's unlike anything I've ever experienced. I bend down to touch Baba Sa's feet, overwhelmed by the emotion welling up inside me.
But before I can, he pulls me into a warm embrace, and for the first time in my life, I feel the embrace of a father.
A father.
Tears I had been holding back now flow freely. I feel his strong arms around me, comforting me in a way I've never known. How does it feel to be hugged by a father? I never knew... until now.
He pulls back, placing a soft kiss on my forehead, and with a warm smile, he says, "Here, your father is standing right beside you,
I can't speak, my heart too full for words. But before I can fully process this, I turn to Devansh bhai, who is surrounded by Rohan, Aditi, and Sahil. I bend down to touch his feet too, but before I can, he pulls me up and hugs me tightly.
"Sisters are meant to hug, Meera," he says with a grin. "And who says you don't have a brother? I'm right here-Devansh Singh Rathore, your one and only brother."
Before I can respond, Ranvijay bhaiya steps in, laughing, "Hey, hey! Move aside. She's my sister. You're late to the party, Devansh."
He pulls me into a long, tight hug, and as I wrap my arms around him, I feel the depth of his love. His eyes shimmer with unshed tears, though he quickly masks them. But I notice. We all notice.
Rohan, feeling left out, crosses his arms in mock jealousy. "Enough! You two, get off! She's my sister too!"
Siddharth Chote Papa enters the scene with a playful grin, pulling me into another embrace. "Alright, enough fighting, boys. She's my daughter, after all."
Everyone laughs and rolls their eyes. Aditi chimes in, "I'm still on my brothers' side! Bhabi is already taken, guys!"
The Rathore ladies-anjali ishani and aditi-laugh softly, leaving us to join their Bhaisa. The energy in the air is light and full of love, despite the earlier tension. Everyone starts saying, "I'll walk with her!" "No, I'll go!"
But before they can argue further, I gather my courage and speak, "Can I make a request?"
They all turn to me with wide smiles. "Of course! Aap bas hukum kijiye." (You just have to command.)
I smile softly, my heart swelling with gratitude. "Can all of you come with me? Baba Sa, Chote Papa, Devansh bhai, Ranvijay bhaiya, Rohan, Sahil-please, all of you."
Their smiles grow even wider, and Devansh bhai clasps my hand tighter.
"Come on, let's make this entry grand."
With my heart pounding in my chest, I step into the garden, where the wedding is set. On my right is Baba Sa and Chote Papa, their protective presence like a shield around me. On my left, Devansh bhai and Ranvijay bhaiya hold me steady, their strength flowing through me. Behind me, Rohan and Sahil follow closely, like my loyal guardians.
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The archway opened, revealing Jaidev, Siddharth, Devansh, Ranvijay, Sahil, and Rohan-all dressed in exquisite sherwanis, each more royal and striking than the last.
Jaidev led the procession, his sherwani in deep maroon with intricate gold embroidery, radiating authority and pride as his face softened when he glanced at Meera. Beside him, Siddharth, in a rich navy blue, his silver turban adding a regal touch, walked with a calm, dignified air, his protective gaze steady.
Devansh, the elusive Rathore brother, stood out in emerald green with subtle golden details, his tall frame and sharp features exuding power. On Meera's other side, Ranvijay's charcoal-black sherwani contrasted with his playful smirk, though his eyes were tender, reflecting the strong bond he shared with her.
Sahil and Rohan, the youngest of the clan, brought energy to the scene, both wearing matching ivory and gold outfits, the shimmer of their sherwanis catching the light as they exchanged mischievous glances.
Together, the Rathore men flanked Meera, creating a grand and awe-inspiring picture. The guests gasped, their eyes drawn to the royal procession. Fireworks burst overhead, casting a magical glow, while the family's sheer elegance made every head turn. This was not just a bridal entry-this was a queen being escorted by her kings.
Meera, in the midst of it all, felt the warmth of her new family surrounding her, the grandeur of her entry filling her heart with awe. As the whispers of admiration filled the air, she couldn't help but feel the overwhelming emotion of this new chapter in her life.
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Meera pov
The path before me feels like a dream-the golden lights, the soft music, and the garden bathed in twilight, ready for the grand moment.
Every step I take feels like a heartbeat echoing in the night. As we approach the mandap, the guests gasp audibly, their eyes wide with awe.
The bride's entry... surrounded by the Rathore men's
It's a sight that takes everyone's breath away. The grandness, the unity, the love-it's a statement in itself. The murmurs ripple through the crowd, some whispering in disbelief, others admiring the scene.
"She's breathtaking..." someone murmurs. "She's the soon-to-be queen."
I hear the words but feel like I'm floating, the fireworks exploding in the sky above, lighting up the night in a dazzling display. The colors burst above us, as if celebrating this union, this moment. My eyes fill with tears as I glance at the family surrounding me, the family I never thought I'd have.
Am I in heaven?
I glance up at the fireworks, the shimmering lights reflecting in my tear-filled eyes. Is this real?
Should I wake up?
No. No, let it be. Let me live this dream a little longer.
I don't want to wake up anymore.
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As Meera approaches the mandap, her heart races. Every step feels heavier than the last, but she pushes forward, holding her head high. She reaches the Panditji, the atmosphere thick with anticipation. Slowly, she bends down to touch his feet, seeking his blessings.
For a moment, there's complete silence. The Panditji doesn't react immediately, his stillness catching everyone's attention. Rajeshwari's eyes widen in fear, her heart skipping a beat. Why isn't he responding? What could this mean? A shiver of worry runs through her as she watches the scene unfold.
Then, with a soft but deep breath, the Panditji gently places his hand on Meera's head. "Thathastu."
The word, though simple, sends a ripple of shock through the room. Pratap and Rajeshwari exchange startled glances. The Panditji rarely ever utters Thathastu, a blessing that carries immense weight. Why now? Why today?
The Panditji then turns toward Pratap, his eyes holding a strange knowing, as if he could see far beyond the present. His voice is calm but carries a certain gravity as he says,
"Didn't I tell you? Niyati me wahi hoga jo likha hai... Kuch cheezen humare haath me nahi hoti. Jo hona hai, woh hoke rahega." (Destiny will unfold exactly as written... Some things are beyond our control. What is meant to happen will happen.)
Pratap's face remains stoic, but there's an undeniable tension in his silence. He listens carefully, his mind swirling with thoughts. Rajeshwari's unease grows as she watches her husband's reaction, unsure of the meaning behind Panditji's cryptic words.
The rest of the family looks on, confused and curious. What did the Panditji mean by that? Why did he use Thathastu, and why does Pratap look so concerned? The air is thick with questions, but no one dares to ask them out loud. Not yet.
Meera, still trembling from the strange energy around her, slowly makes her way to the mandap and sits beside Yudhveer. As she settles next to him, her body involuntarily shudders. Sitting beside Yudhveer-the man she's about to marry-sends a strange, overwhelming wave of emotions coursing through her.
Her skin prickles as if the air around them has shifted. Her spine tingles, and the tension palpable between them.
Yudhveer, as always, remains calm and unreadable, his expression cold and distant. But Meera... she feels something else entirely.
Sitting beside him, she realizes that this is real. This moment-this man-will soon change her entire life.
As Meera sits beside Yudhveer, Panditji's gaze lingers on them both for a moment longer than usual, as though he's seeing something no one else can.
His eyes narrow slightly, and the flickering flames of the havan cast eerie shadows across his face.
He exhales deeply and says, "Aaj kuch adbhut hone wala hai, kuch aisa jo shayad humare samajh ke pare hai. aur jo likha gaya hai, usse koi nahi badal sakta." (Something extraordinary is about to happen today, something beyond our understanding. The wheel of time has begun to turn, and what is written cannot be changed.)
He pauses, looking up at the sky as if listening to something far away, before turning his gaze back to meera and yudhveer.
"Jo raasta tum dono ne apni marzi se chuna hai, zaroori nahi ki tumhe wahan le jaye jaha tumne socha tha. Tumhari soch alag ho sakti hai, raahein alag ho sakti hain, par yaad rakhna, pyaar ki manzil sirf ek hi hoti hai. Bhatakna zaroor, par kabhi tootna nahi."
His words hang in the air like a forewarning, leaving everyone uneasy. "Aaj ka yeh muhurat... yeh sirf ek vivaah nahi, ek nayi kahani ka prarambh hai. Aur is kahani me kuch bhi waise nahi hoga jaisa tumne socha hai." (This auspicious moment today... is not just the beginning of a marriage, but the start of a new story. And in this story, nothing will unfold as you expect.)
He then looks directly at Meera, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "Tumhara kadam is mandap tak nahi, tumhari kismet tak le aaya hai. (Your steps have not just brought you to this mandap, but to your destiny.)
The weight of his words presses down on Meera, her heart pounding louder as she glances around at the silent, tense faces of the family. Every eye is on her, and she feels the strange pull of something far greater than herself.
Panditji turns his piercing gaze toward Pratap, his expression unreadable but filled with a strange certainty. He speaks slowly, each word carrying the weight of time itself.
"Maine kai saal pehle bhi kaha tha,abhi b kahraha hoon Pratap," Panditji begins, his voice low but firm,
"woh waqt tumhare haath mein tha, na yeh waqt tumhare haath mein hai. (I told you many years ago, Pratap, that time was not in your hands then, nor is it in your hands now.)
Pratap's face hardens slightly, but he listens intently, knowing Panditji's words.
He looks at Pratap as if seeing the burden of years on his shoulders.
"Samay ka ek chakkar hota hai. Jo tumne kabhi peeche chhoda tha, aaj woh tumhare saamne khada hai. Jo hone wala hai, uska faisla tumhare haath mein kabhi tha hi nahi pratap kahan tha humne." (Time moves in cycles. What you left behind is now standing before you. What is about to happen was never yours to control.)
A heavy silence follows, and Pratap feels the gravity of Panditji's words weighing on him like never before, as if the universe itself is shifting around them.
The wedding ceremony began in earnest. Meera's eyes stayed glued to the floor, her heart racing faster with every chant uttered by Panditji. She couldn't bring herself to look at Yudhveer, nor did he make any effort to acknowledge her presence.
From the moment she had made her bridal entry, his gaze had been fixed on his phone, his face impassive, detached from the gravity of the moment.
It felt as though he were merely going through the motions, and each time she glanced at him from the corner of her eye, she saw a cold, distant man sitting beside her-the man she was about to marry.
When the sindoor ritual approached, Meera felt a tightening in her chest. The moment every bride anticipated, the sacred act that symbolized her transformation into a married woman, was here. She thought about the countless brides before her who must have felt the same nervous flutter in their stomachs. But instead of excitement, Meera felt only fear.
Panditji handed Yudhveer the small vessel holding the red sindoor. He held it for a second, staring at it with an unreadable expression, as if weighing something in his mind.
The onlookers watched expectantly, waiting for the solemn moment when he would adorn Meera's hairline with the sacred red powder, sealing their bond in the eyes of tradition and the gods.
But instead, Yudhveer did something that shocked everyone present. In one smooth motion, he pulled out a small blade from his pocket and sliced across his thumb. Blood welled up instantly, and without a second thought, he smeared the blood along Meera's hairline, marking her not with the traditional sindoor, but with his own blood.
Yudhveer thought to himself, "Didn't I tell you, Dadasa? I'll make this bond bloody beautiful. See, I've started my life with blood, marking her as mine in a way no one will forget. Blood ties us now, a bond that can't be broken, not by fate or fear. Her tears may fall, but this scarlet mark will remain - a reminder that love, like power, comes with a price."
His grip tightened as he looked at Meera, sealing his dark promise in silence.
The air in the room seemed to shift. There were gasps, soft murmurs, and then complete silence. The crowd couldn't decide whether to react with awe or concern. It was as if time stood still, with only the sound of Meera's heart pounding in her ears.
Her body stiffened as she felt the warmth of his blood trickle down her scalp. Her mind screamed in confusion, but she didn't move. Instead, she closed her eyes, and a single tear escaped, trailing down her cheek. She couldn't even make sense of the emotions surging within her-fear, sadness, and the painful realization that the life she was entering into was far from the fairy tale every girl dreamed of.
Yudhveer, his face still expressionless, leaned down and brought his lips close to her ear. His voice was low, barely audible to anyone but her, but the venom in his words struck her with full force.
"Welcome to hell, Ranisa.
Your tears will be the only solace in this nightmare."
Meera felt her heart drop. The cruelness of his words echoed in her mind, reverberating through her entire being. For a moment, she couldn't breathe, as if the world had collapsed around her, and only darkness remained.
But everyone else saw something entirely different. They saw a grand, romantic gesture. The fact that Yudhveer had chosen to mark her with his blood rather than the traditional sindoor stirred whispers of admiration. People hooted and cheered, thinking this was an act of deep, passionate love-a symbol of his devotion.
Panditji smiled, his eyes twinkling with approval, unaware of the torment within Meera's heart. He raised his hand in blessing and said,
"The bond of blood you've created today is not just fate-it is eternal. The love between you two will burn fiercely, may your hearts be bound forever in this sacred union."
The crowd erupted into smiles and whispers of praise, but Meera's mind was elsewhere. She could still feel the sting of Yudhveer's words in her ears, and the weight of his blood on her head felt like a burden she hadn't anticipated.
The wedding continued, and when the time for the kanyadaan arrived, Jaidev stepped forward. Meera's hand trembled in his as he placed it in Yudhveer's, a symbolic gesture that stung more than it comforted. She wanted to feel a connection, some sense of security, but all she felt was emptiness.
Jaidev's expression was filled with pride and a touch of sadness.
"From this day onward, you are no longer alone, Meera. You are part of this family, my daughter," Jaidev whispered as he completed the ritual.
Meera's heart ached, but she smiled weakly. The weight of the ceremony was almost too much to bear.
Then came the pheras-seven sacred rounds around the fire, each step binding them deeper into their marriage. Meera moved automatically, her legs carrying her forward, but her mind was far away. She could hardly feel the flames beside her or the petals scattered at their feet. It was as if she were walking in a dream-a dream that was slowly turning into a nightmare.
Finally, the ceremony was over. The Panditji smiled and blessed them, raising his hands in the air as he announced, "From this moment forward, she is Meera Yudhveer Singh Rathore, Queen of Rajasthan." His voice rang out, and the gathered guests clapped and cheered.
Meera stood shakily, realizing the truth in his words. She was no longer the village girl she once was. She was now royalty-Meera Yudhveer Singh Rathore, Queen of Rajasthan. But instead of feeling the weight of her new title, her thoughts were only of the man beside her and the hell he had promised her.
The guest along with family bow their heads in respect for the king and his queen.
The cheers and applause from the guests seemed distant, like a faint echo in the back of her mind. She barely registered the crowd bowing their heads out of respect for their new queen. It all felt surreal.
And just when she thought the overwhelming emotions couldn't get any worse, a loud gunshot echoes through the air, silencing the crowd and bringing the ceremony to an abrupt halt.
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