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Mahak’s POV 9:00 PM
I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the soft layers of my light pink lehenga.
The delicate embroidery shimmered under the warm lights, perfectly matching the soft glow on my skin.
My hair was left open falling like waves over my shoulders.
Light earrings brushed against my neck, and the pink bangles on my wrist chimed softly with every movement.
For a moment I just looked at myself.
Not because I cared how I looked
but because tonight felt different.
Before I could think further, the door burst open.
“WOW!”
Shanaya and Minal stood there, eyes wide, mouths slightly open.
“Mahak you look insanely elegant!” Shanaya said dramatically.
“Like straight out of a royal dream,” Minal added.
I laughed softly. “Thank you, guys.”
“Bas bas, enough appreciation,” Shanaya grabbed my hand.
“Riya is calling you. Let’s go!”
Author’s POV
Mahak hurried towards the stage, her lehenga swaying with every step.
Her excitement was impossible to hide.
She had been waiting for this moment
to see her best friend as a bride.
Climbing the stairs, she was busy talking to herself
“I can’t wait to see her she must look so beautiful”
And then
Her foot slipped.
“Ahhh!”
Her world tilted.
Her breath caught.
Eyes shut tight in fear.
And just when she thought she would hit the ground
A strong arm wrapped around her waist.
Firm. Steady. Unshakable.
She froze.
Slowly she opened her eyes.
And for a moment
time stopped.
Her gaze lifted
And met his.
Sharp features.
Intense eyes.
An aura that commanded silence without speaking.
Her heart skipped.
Oh my God he’s
Reality snapped back.
“I I’m so sorry thank you I’m fine now" she said quickly, stepping away.
He didn’t reply.
He simply placed her back on her feet
calm, controlled distant.
Because he was none other than
Rudra Pratap Singh.
Mahak’s POV
I took a deep breath.
What just happened?
Carefully, I stepped forward again but suddenly
I felt myself lose balance once more.
Before I could panic, I shut my eyes and covered my face. He picked me up in his arms.
Then I heard his voice.
Deep. Controlled. Slightly annoyed.
“While falling, your head gets hurt not your face.
Then why are you hiding your face?”
I slowly peeked through my fingers.
And there he was again.
Looking at me.
Calm. Sharp. Unreadable.
“I I got scared,” I muttered.
He didn’t respond just gave me a look.
And somehow… that look said everything.
He helped me reach the stage and then immediately stepped back, as if maintaining a distance was necessary.
When I looked around
Everyone was staring.
Some confused.
Some amused.
And Riya
She was smiling mischievously.
Oh God.
Author’s POV
Mahak quickly walked to Riya and sat beside her.
“Why are you smiling like that?” she whispered.
Riya only grinned wider.
Before Mahak could question more, Riya’s father rushed toward Rudra, folding his hands respectfully.
“Saheb I never imagined you would attend my daughter’s wedding.”
Rudra’s voice was calm, yet powerful
“Riya is like my younger sister.”
He stepped forward, blessing Riya and her groom.
Shivansh handed over a gift beside him.
Meanwhile
Mahak couldn’t stop looking at him.
Why is he so intense?
And why does he look like he doesn’t feel anything at all?
Just then
His gaze shifted toward her.
Caught.
She instantly lowered her eyes.
“Mahak beta, come here,” Riya’s father called.
Mahak walked toward him, slightly nervous.
“Meet the one who saved you,” he said.
She turned
And stood face-to-face with him again.
“Mahak, he is Rudra Pratap Singh Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh.”
Her breath hitched.
She quickly folded her hands.
“Namaste”
Rudra gave a slight nod in return.
No smile.
No expression.
Just presence.
Riya jumped in excitedly
“Sir, she came all the way from London just for my wedding!”
“And she’s my best friend,” Riya added, hugging Mahak tightly.
Mahak smiled softly.
Rudra looked at her again.
“So you are our guest as well.”
“Ji” she replied.
Shivansh added lightly,
“You came to our country we should at least host you properly.”
Rudra continued,
“Come to our office tomorrow. With your friends.”
His tone wasn’t a request.
It was a statement.
And before anyone could respond—
He turned and walked away.
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