ROYAL REPLACEMENT [ON HOLD]

CHAPTER 1: HIS REPLACED BRIDE

Sahar was very excited to attend the wedding; it was her first time attending any royal wedding, but it was not just any royal wedding, it was the wedding of the literal King. Everything around her appeared regal, from the red and white floral arrangements with their added touch of Rajasthani decor to the royal guests decked out in garments adorned with actual gold and diamonds.

Sahar was admiring the scene when a voice from behind, interrupted her. She turned around and saw a servant, who informed her, "Ma'am, Rajawat sir is urgently calling for you in the bridal suite."

A frown crossed her face.

 What could be so important that her father was calling for her now, just as the wedding was about to start? After giving a quick nod to the servant and dismissing him, Sahar made her way to the bridal suite.

When she reached the suite, she found it eerily quiet, which was quite unusual. Shivani-who was the bride and her cousin-was not a quiet person, and Sahar should have heard her shouting at the makeup artist from two rooms away. The unsettling silence made her a little uneasy as she knocked on the door and stepped inside.

The scene that greeted her inside was even more alarming. Her uncle was sitting on the couch, his head in his hands, looking utterly devastated. Her aunt was sobbing hysterically beside him, while her father, on the other hand, appeared furious, pacing as he barked into his phone.

After a few seconds, her father angrily hung up the phone and threw it onto the couch. "This stupid girl is nowhere in the hotel! Her phone is switched off!" he shouted, his voice echoing in the room.

Still standing in the doorway, Sahar's eyes darted toward the room where Shivani was supposed to be getting ready, only to find it empty. Did she really run away? But why? Just yesterday, Shivani had been singing praises about her soon-to-be husband, thrilled at the prospect of becoming a queen. And now, she had run away.

From what Sahar had overheard from her father and uncle's conversations, this marriage wasn't just a typical arranged marriage; it was more like a business deal, where both parties stood to gain significant benefits. Now that Shivani had run off and the marriage was about to be cancelled, it was surely going to have an adverse effect on her father's business.

It wasn't like Sahar had the best relationship with her father, but she still didn't want all his hard work to go down the drain because of Shivani's mistake.

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted as her father's gaze met hers. He looked at her for a few seconds before coldly declaring, "There's only one way to solve this mess. Sahar needs to marry Abhimaan."

Sahar's breath caught in her throat as her father's words sank in.

I take it back. I want my Dad's business to fall apart. I wouldn't even bat an eye if he went bankrupt or ended up on the streets.

"No, I will not marry him, you should find another way to save this business deal." Sahar said firmly, her voice carrying a finality that left no room for argument.

"Beta, please this is the only way to save us. You have no idea how powerful these Rathore's are, if you don't marry him today, we'll all end up on the streets," her uncle pleaded, desperation evident in his voice.

"What are you saying?" her aunt interjected, her voice trembling with shock. "He was supposed to marry Shivani; he is Shivani's fiancé. How can Sahar marry him?"

For the first time in her life, Sahar found herself agreeing with her aunt.

"That girl disgraced us and ran away! And you are talking about Fiancé" her uncle shouted, his voice raw with frustration.