**Book 1 of Triad of Destiny series**
Dhruvi, a talented jewelry designer, has always been overshadowed by her insecurities, scars left by a past she tries desperately to forget. Just as she's about to step into a new life, her groom abandons her a...
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Adhiraj's POV
As I stood amidst the lavish decorations of Dhruvi's wedding venue, the air thick with anticipation and excitement, I couldn't shake off the nagging feeling of discomfort that had settled in the pit of my stomach. Despite the grandeur of the occasion, there was an underlying tension that seemed to ripple through the atmosphere.
Suddenly, the joyous ambiance was shattered by a commotion near the mandap. Aashrit, Dhruvi's groom, had vanished into thin air, leaving behind a trail of confusion and disbelief. Panic swept through the crowd as whispers and murmurs filled the air, mingling with the hushed tones of concern.
Amidst the chaos, I watched as Dhruvi's grandfather stepped forward, his expressions a mixture of shock and dismay. He exchanged hurried words with my grandmother and father, their voices urgent and strained. And then, like a bolt from the blue, came the announcement that would change everything.
"Dhruvi must be married today," declared Dhruvi's Grandfather, her voice ringing with authority. "And since Aashrit ran away, Adhiraj will take his place."
I froze, my heart pounding in my chest as the weight of her words sank in. Me? Marry Dhruvi? The idea seemed ludicrous, absurd even. She doesn't want to marry. She hates me. I opened my mouth to protest, to argue that this was madness, but before I could utter a single word, my grandmother's steely gaze bore into mine. She held my hand and took me a silenced corner.
"Adhiraj, you know what's at stake here," she said, her voice low and ominous. "Your company, your legacy—it's all on the line. Do you really want to risk losing everything over a petty disagreement with me? It's decided so it's decided you will be marrying her"
I felt the blood drain from my face as the gravity of her words washed over me. I had spent years building my empire, striving to uphold the Malhotra name with honor and integrity. To lose it all now, over a marriage I don't want to happen this way atleast, seemed unthinkable.
But even as my mind raced with the implications of her ultimatum, my thoughts kept returning to Dhruvi. I knew she despised me, and today agreeing to this arrangement will make her hate me even more. To be forced into a union against her will—it was a cruel twist of fate that I couldn't bear to contemplate. I feel bad for her, but I had no option.
With a heavy heart and a sense of resignation, I nodded silently, my jaw clenched in silent determination. If this was the price I had to pay to save my company, then so be it. But deep down, I knew that this decision would come at a cost—one that neither Dhruvi nor I could ever truly reconcile.
