He is a master of minds and manipulation, and for her, he's willing to play the deadliest game. Obsession doesn't even begin to describe him.
She is a compassionate doctor with an innocence that radiates like a beacon of light in a world shrouded in...
The wedding festivities had finally arrived, and my nerves were a tangled mess of excitement and apprehension. I sat in front of the mirror in the grand suite of the Shekhawat's palace, my heart pounding in my chest. The room was a blend of opulence and tradition, adorned with rich tapestries and elegant furnishings that reflected the grandeur of the occasion.
I looked at my reflection and smiled softly. The makeup artist had worked her magic, enhancing my features to perfection. My champagne-colored lehenga, designed exclusively by Kiaara for me, shimmered under the soft lighting, its intricate embroidery a testament to the craftsmanship that had gone into its creation. My hair was curled beautifully, cascading down my back in soft waves, framing my face with a delicate grace.
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Despite the flawless exterior, my stomach churned with nervousness. This evening marked our engagement, the official beginning of our journey together as a couple in the eyes of our families and society. The gravity of it all weighed heavily on me, but there was also a sense of anticipation that kept me grounded.
Suddenly, a soft knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. Startled, I glanced toward the door, wondering who it could be. To my surprise, it was Rudraksh, his presence immediately filling the room with an air of calm and reassurance. He stepped inside swiftly, closing the door behind him with a soft click and locking it.
"Rana sa!" I exclaimed, my heart skipping a beat at the sight of him. "What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here!"
He flashed a charming smile, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I couldn't stay away," he replied, stepping closer. "You look absolutely stunning, Rooh."
A blush crept up my cheeks at his compliment. "Thank you," I said shyly, unable to meet his gaze for a moment. Gathering my courage, I looked up and teased, "Dekhiye abhi bhi time hai if you want to back off. I'm the type of person who pushes people away, especially when I'm angry."
Rudraksh smirked, his eyes never leaving mine. "Aur mai vahi buddhu hu who confuses push with pull," he replied smoothly, the playful glint in his eyes making my heart flutter even more.
His words made me blush deeper, and I couldn't help but laugh softly at his response. "You're impossible," I said, trying to maintain a stern expression but failing miserably.
He took a step closer, his presence both calming and exhilarating. "I mean it, Aruhi. You look breathtaking. And I'm not going anywhere."
The sincerity in his voice melted my heart, but I was also acutely aware of the propriety we needed to maintain. "Rana sa," I whispered, glancing nervously at the door. "Someone might see us together. You should go."
He sighed, clearly reluctant to leave but understanding the situation. "Alright, alright," he conceded with a playful roll of his eyes, making me chuckle, who could tell he was the same rude and arrogant King of Rajasthan, "But only because you asked so nicely."
