Singhaniyas: the name itself sent shivers down the people's body. They were powerful and filthy rich. Hotels, diners, pubs, clubs...almost 90 percent of everything in Rajasthan was owned by them. They were surrounded by fame, limelight, money, camer...
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Marrying someone is the biggest decision of anybody's life. In a marriage there are certain things that should be matched. The compatibility, how comfortable they are with each other and lastly will they be able to live their entire life with each other. But every wedding of the singhaniya family was never based on this things. It was based on business and profit.
The first one's marriage was an alliance between two businesses, the second marriage was a peace treaty and the third one is due to one's obsession which is going to the nightmare of the other.
Simran cast a slow, disdainful glance at the person sitting beside her, her eyes peeking from under her veil. Marrying at such a young age was never her fancy, and the tight grip on her hand only intensified the repulsion crawling upon her skin.
A person who once believed that the devil was merely a fallen angel had shattered that notion. Tears glossed her eyes as she stared ahead at the holy fire, its flames mirroring the turmoil within her heart. The irony of the situation struck her — the very thing she wanted was a life far removed from the one fate had thrust upon her.
Her dreams were simple: finish her studies, secure a job, fulfill her passion for dance, and find her long-lost brother. Little did she know that a seemingly ordinary rainy day would alter her life forever. Her innocent dance in the rain proved fatal as the next day, the devil put her parents at gunpoint and forcibly dragged her to Jaipur. Shock reverberated through her.
A warm breath brushed against her ear, and she snapped her head to the side. The devil stared at her with electric blue eyes, uncommon for an Indian, yet she couldn't bring herself to care. Once one of her favourite colour was now the colour she would hate for the rest of her life.
"You look gorgeous, amore," he uttered, and in that moment, she regretted her own beauty.
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Having been told all her life that she was exceptionally beautiful for an Indian girl, she had never paid it much mind. Now, that beauty seemed to cost her everything. Her tears were forgotten, replaced by a cold stare directed at the devil. He smirked — a gesture that sent chills down her spine.
