The Heir and the Humble

Wedding and First sacrifice

The wedding day arrived, a kaleidoscope of colors and emotions. The palace was adorned with exquisite decorations, the air filled with the fragrance of flowers. The atmosphere was electric, a mix of anticipation and celebration.

Devraj stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his kurta with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Today was the day he would tie the Thaali around Anika's neck, a symbol of their love and commitment. The room was filled with the scent of sandalwood and the soft sound of traditional music playing in the background. He could feel his heart racing as he thought about Anika waiting for him at the altar, her smile lighting up the entire venue.

Just as he was about to put on his rudhraksha chain, the door swung open abruptly. The sound of the bolt sliding shut echoed in the room, causing Devraj to turn sharply. His expression shifted from anticipation to irritation as he recognized the figure standing before him.

"Emily," he said, his voice steady despite the surge of anger bubbling beneath the surface. "What are you doing here?"

Emily sauntered towards him, her confidence radiating in her form-fitting dress that hugged her curves. The middle slit of her outfit added an air of seduction, and her heavily made-up face was framed by cascading waves of hair. She approached him with a playful smile, her eyes glinting with mischief.

"I just wanted to see you one last time before your big moment," she purred, her voice dripping with allure. "You know, for old times' sake."

Devraj understood the hidden meaning and felt a mix of emotions—frustration, desire, and a deep-seated loyalty to Anika. He took a step back, trying to maintain his composure. "Emily, this isn't the time or place. I'm getting married."

She stepped closer, her presence intoxicating. "Oh, come on, Dev. We had some amazing times together. I can still give you the same pleasure, you know." With a swift motion, she pushed him back onto the bed, her intentions clear as she began to unbuckle his kurta pants.

Devraj's heart raced, but not with desire. He felt a surge of determination. "Stop!" he shouted, his voice firm and unwavering. He pushed her away, creating distance between them. "You need to understand something, Emily. I love Anika. Everything I have, everything I am, belongs to her now. You have to respect that."

Emily's expression faltered for a moment, but the fire in her eyes remained. "But we had something special, Dev. You can't just forget that."

"I'm not forgetting anything," he replied, his tone resolute. "But I've made my choice. You need to leave—now. or else my Guards will take care of you. mind it."

With that, he turned away from her, his heart heavy but his resolve stronger than ever. He took a deep breath, reminding himself of the love he felt for Anika, the life they were about to begin together. He walked towards the door, opening it and stepping out into the hallway, leaving Emily behind.

As he made his way to the altar, Devraj felt a sense of clarity wash over him. He was ready to embrace his future with Anika, and nothing would stand in the way of their love.

Devraj and Anika sat at the altar, their hearts filled with love and excitement. The priest chanted ancient mantras, his voice a soothing melody in the midst of the bustling crowd.

As they exchanged vows, Devraj couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness. He was marrying the woman of his dreams, a woman who loved him unconditionally, a women for whom he left everything behind to live a long life together.

The celebration continued long into the night. Guests danced, laughed, and feasted. Devraj and Anika were the center of attention, their happiness radiating through the room.