Story of a Rivalry of two political families, who fighting for rule. One rules over the more than half of the state and other own the power. But between their rivalry the one who is suffering is the daughters of the most richest family of the state...
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Thakur’s Palace
In the study, which is decorated with antique showpieces and designed as an old vintage theme, both the brothers are sitting in front of each. Their burning gaze is enough to pierce the holes on the skin of each other.
After a long silence one of them decided to break it. “We need your wife's signature on these papers”, Viraj said while sliding an envelope towards Virendra. His eyes narrowed after seeing the envelope.
By forwarding his hand, Virendra held the envelope and opened it. But to his surprise all the papers were blank. He raised his brows and looked at his brother with a questionable look.
“These papers are blank”, he said with queries in his eyes. “You don't need to dig your nose in this, I and Baba can handle everything. Your only task is to bring your wife's signature”, Viraj replied in his stern tone.
“If it's related to my wife I have a right to ask”, said Virendra while gritting his teeth.
“My Wife”, said Viraj with a chuckle and stressing on these words.
“I want her signature as soon as possible…this is urgent Virendra”, Viraj warned him.
“I will see”, saying that he put those papers back in the envelope and got up to leave the room.
“If I had married her, we wouldn't have to see this day”, Viraj whispered but his volume was enough to reach Virendra’s ear. He halted in his way and turned towards his brother.
“What did you say?”Virendra questioned, to which Viraj smiled devilishly. “She doesn't deserve a womanizer like you”, Virendra growled angrily and banged his palms hard on the table.
“Womanizer? Who, I or you dear brother?,Viraj said with a teasing chuckle.
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Shekhawat Old Haveli
The celebration was on. Everyone was busy singing and dancing. Tara was sitting in the middle of the garden, her hands painted with mehndi but her face was dull, all devoid of emotion.
“Wow, your mehndi is looking very beautiful Tara”, Karuna said while holding her hand. “Where is your husband's name?”, she questioned again.
“It's here bua”, Tara replied pointing towards her mehndi design. Karuna nodded.
On the other hand, Chandni was busy with guests and managing the arrangements of the function. She was busy talking with guests, when someone pulled her hand and started dragging her towards the Haveli.
On reaching inside he pushed her inside the room and locked the door. She was shocked from the sudden action and looked at him with eyes full of anger. But her anger flew away and after fixing an eye contact with him. Her breath was stuck in her lungs and foot started moving backward.
