This story has been discontinued due to unfortunate reasons so it would be better not to read...
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But arjun had other intensions by then .He somehow saw successful in manipulating her. She had no idea of what his plan was poor she thought arjun ,arjun wanted to take revenge for being disrespectful to him and he did so, he wanted to show her hell............................
Meera couldn't accept the soft tone arjun use so she wanted to meet him so she had gone to his office to ask him if he is really interested in marrying her or if it is just marriage of convenience.
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Soon she reached his office and the receptionist led her to his cabin she saw the black interiors in cabin and she remember reading a book in which the male lead had this kind of cabin and she couldn't stop blushing remembering about that book and a dark deep voice whisper "I will make you blush as hell after I make you mine."
I said "no one owns me". For which he gave a smirk
I said "anyway I just came to let you know that, you don't have to marry me forcefully because of our family legacy or any pressure and all ,you know."
He chuckled and said "I have no such compulsion ,ma'am"
"Okay then"
"I should take leave ,bye rana sa"
He snapped ,his eyes met mine for the second time and we stood there like that for 2min when the thunder sound hit his windows we came back to reality. I turned my heels towards to door and suddenly heard him saying" do you trust me?"
I nod and said " yes I do."
ARJUN'S POV:
Then I am gonna kill your trust and make you pay for what you and your dad did, I am gonna make you so fragile and abandon you with a lost hope. But you will never realize it ,my poor rani sa.
Finally the day had arrived it was there wedding and everyone where so enthusiastic except meera as she was still in her dilemma. Everyone where in a hurry and amrita was preparing the house for her daughter-in-law though no one saw her ,she wanted her daughter-in-law to be welcomed in a very well manner as she didn't know her son had manipulated meera for the marriage she thought her son is going to changed but she never knew the reason behind the marriage .
Meera stood before the ornate mirror, her reflection adorned in the resplendent hues of crimson and gold. The intricate patterns of her bridal lehenga whispered tales of tradition, while the delicate embroidery held fragments of a destiny she had never envisioned. and he was wearing a matching sherwani .The air was alive with the scent of jasmine and the distant echoes of a shehnai, signaling the impending union of Meera and Arjun.
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As she moved through the grand halls of the palace, Meera could feel the weight of tradition pressing against her. The palace, a symbol of opulence and power, had witnessed countless weddings, but this one carried an air of inevitability. Arjun, the enigmatic mafia king and Rajasthani monarch, awaited her at the ceremonial altar, draped in regal attire that mirrored the richness of the desert he ruled.
The courtyard was a canvas of vibrant colors – rose garlands intertwined with jasmine, creating a fragrant tapestry that hung from the intricately carved archways. The sacred fire at the center flickered, casting dancing shadows on the faces of the gathered guests, a mix of political allies and those indebted to Arjun's influence.
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Meera's palms, adorned with intricate henna patterns there was a tradition followed but them that the bride had to write the grooms named in her hand an d the groom had to find it or he will have to sleep in the courtyard for a day. as the henna color turns into darkest color of brown she was shocked as she didn't except that to happen because there is a belief that the darker the color of henna the deep the husband loves the women, trembled as she approached the sacred mandap. The rhythmic beats of the dhol resonated through the air, setting the tempo for the timeless ritual about to unfold. The pandit, draped in saffron robes, began chanting verses from ancient scriptures, binding Meera and Arjun in a matrimonial alliance scripted by fate.
Garlands of fresh blossoms were exchanged amidst a shower of rose petals, sealing a union Meera had never fathomed. Her eyes met Arjun's, whose gaze held a mixture of intensity and intrigue. She felt a strange pull, a force beyond her comprehension, as if the threads of their destinies had entwined long before this moment.
The sacred vows were recited, each word resonating through the hallowed space. Meera's heart pounded in her chest, a blend of trepidation and acceptance echoing in her soul. The ceremonial rituals unfolded like chapters in an ancient saga, weaving a tale of love, duty, and unforeseen alliances.
As the sindoor was applied a tear fell from her eyes unknowingly , vermilion powder symbolizing marital commitment, adorned the parting of Meera's hair, the palace resonated with the celebratory cheers of the gathered throng. The marriage had been consecrated, merging two disparate worlds into a singular destiny.
The grandeur of the feast that followed was a testament to Arjun's influence. Tables laden with culinary delights from across India, the aroma of spices and rich gravies wafting through the air, created a banquet that mirrored the complexity of Meera and Arjun's union. The courtyard transformed into a dance floor, with lively beats and twirling skirts capturing the essence of a celebration that defied societal norms.
Yet, beneath the facade of revelry, Meera couldn't escape the reality of her situation. She had become the wife of a man whose world was shrouded in shadows and clandestine dealings. The juxtaposition of the joyous festivities and the underlying tension within her heart created a poignant symphony.
As Meera and Arjun stepped into the unknown, the palace remained a silent witness to a marriage that had forged its destiny against the backdrop of tradition, duty, and an unexpected connection that defied the boundaries of their worlds
Hello guys I finally wrote this chapter , I was so excited ,few ppl were asking for smut I really don't know how to write it but I'll try my best thank you and HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALLL!!!
