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Just then—
The roaring sound of engines echoed outside the Singh Mansion.
Four luxury cars came to a sharp halt.
Three black Scorpios surrounded a white Mercedes in the center like a shield.
Within seconds, armed bodyguards stepped out of the Scorpios—dressed in black suits, rifles firmly in their hands. They positioned themselves around the Mercedes with military precision.
One of them stepped forward and opened the rear door.
And then
He stepped out.
A man in his early thirties…
yet no one could guess he was more than twenty-five.
Long dark hair falling perfectly,
sharp black eyes,
heavy eyelids that held authority,
a perfectly sculpted jawline,
broad shoulders,
a dangerously well-built physique.
He wasn’t just a man
He was a presence.
Rudra Pratap Singh.
Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh.
Eldest son of the Singh family.
Son of Rajni and Alok Singh.
Power walked with him.
Fear followed.
And then
From the other side of the car, she stepped out.
Mahak.
A twenty-year-old girl who looked nothing less than a dream.
Ocean-blue eyes,
long fluttering lashes,
soft pink lips,
naturally blushed cheeks,
flawless fair skin,
long black hair flowing freely.
Dressed in a blue Anarkali suit with delicate net sleeves brushing her wrists
She didn’t look real.
She looked like something heaven had accidentally sent to earth.
She walked toward the gate and stopped beside Rudra.
Rudra extended his hand toward her.
Without hesitation, she placed her hand in his.
And together
they walked inside the mansion
Mahak’s heart was racing.
Because It was her first time meeting Rudra’s family.
She was nervous, innocent and unsure
Will they accept her?
Will they like her?
But she held his hand tighter.
Because he was her only strength in this world
They entered the hall.
Everyone was already there.
And everything went silent
A pin drop silence took over the mansion
Neel stood still, observing.
Gauri, Raj, and Harsh
their eyes were fixed only on Mehak.
And why wouldn’t they be?
She was breathtaking beautiful.
Mahak looked around shyly, her big eyes blinking nervously, her fingers tightening around Rudra’s hand.
She could feel every gaze on her.
Rudra noticed.
And he didn’t like it.
Without a word, he lifted his hand
took a bit of kajal from her eye
and gently placed it behind her ear.
Then he leaned closer and whispered, his voice low and possessive
“I don’t want anyone else looking at you.”
A shiver ran down her spine.
Suddenly
A sharp, loud voice broke the moment.
Alok Singh.
Rudra’s father.
“You were called alone into this house… and you brought this with you?”
The entire hall froze.
Mahak flinched.
And in the next second
Rudra’s eyes turned red with anger.
His jaw clenched.
His voice came out low but lethal
“Wherever I go my wife goes with me.”
He took a step forward.
“And remember one thing no one raises their voice in front of my wife.”
His tone dropped colder.
“I won’t tolerate it.”
The air turned heavy.
No one dared to speak.
Just then
Grandmother’s voice cut through the tension.
“That’s enough!”
She stepped forward, slightly emotional
“With so much difficulty, my Rudra finally got married and you all are standing here like statues?”
She signaled a maid.
“Bring the aarti plate.”
The maid rushed and brought it.
Grandmother looked toward Rajni for the ritual
But Rajni and Alok had already left for their room.
A flicker of pain crossed her eyes.
So she stepped forward herself.
She performed the aarti for both of them.
Then said softly
“You got married without telling us… now won’t you at least take your grandmother’s blessings?”
Rudra and Mahak bent down together and touched her feet.
She placed her hand on Mehak’s head
“Stay blessed, child.”
Then to Rudra—
“May you both always stay happy like this.”
Behind them—
Gauri leaned toward Harsh and whispered,
“How did this Hitler get such an angel?”
Harsh suppressed a laugh.
And just then
A loud thud echoed in the hall.
Everyone turned.
Raj had collapsed on the floor—
unconscious.
Shock.
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