𝐴𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦.❤️
Rudransh Singh Rathore is the king of rajasthan. He is a complex character, a blend of traditional values and modern sensibilities. He is fiercely loyal, dedicated to his family and the peo...
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The sun hung low in the sky, casting golden rays through the grand windows of the Mansion.
The air was thick with anticipation, fragrant with the scents of jasmine and sandalwood.
The Mansion was adorned with drapes of rich silk, shimmering under the flickering light of oil lamps. Each corner whispered tales of past celebrations, the walls echoing the laughter and joy of the family.
And the clattering of bangles and soft whispers of the maids bustling around.
Adrisha sat in front of the large, ornate mirror of her dressing table, her heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and nerves. “ Rani sa , you look resplendent!” A maid exclaimed, her eyes wide with admiration as she adjusted the veil that draped over Adrisha’s head.
Adrisha turned toward the mirror, her breath catching in her throat. The reflection staring back at her was a vision of majesty, yet she felt a flutter of uncertainty beneath the layers of fabric and jewels. Could she truly embody the strength of a queen?
As the heavy silk lehenga swirled around her like a dancing flame, Adrisha’s heart raced. The magenta color was rich and vibrant, a testament to the glory of her new role.
Each fold of fabric told a story, every embellishment a history. The ornate jewelry, hung heavily around her neck—a statement of love, duty, and tradition.
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She delicately slipped on her rings, each one representing a promise to uphold the values of her newfound family. And finally, the traditional nose ring, a cherished heirloom, was gently placed in her nostril.
Her thoughts came to when she heard the door opening. She saw her Kriti, Ayushi and Rashmi entering the room. Rashmi had a red color net veil in her hand.
