In a world where power and passion collide, four ruthless brothers embody the essence of Greek gods. Each carries a legacy of strength, charm, and danger. They command both fear and desire. First the fierce leader Second the brooding protector.
Thir...
Mahi awoke to the warm sunlight streaming through her window, instinctively rubbing her eyes. But as the memories of last night’s washed over her, a wave of sadness hit. She took a deep breath, determined not to let it linger. Today would be different; she would find a way to make this meaningless marriage meaningful.
Rising from bed, she took a refreshing bath, allowing the warm water to cleanse her worries. As she dressed in a beautiful red saree for her pehli rasoi, Mahi felt a spark of hope. Today, she would cook with love, ready to embrace new beginnings.
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**RUDRAKSH'S POV**
I trudged into my bedroom, the weight of the last day heavy on my shoulders. I barely noticed the disarray as my mind buzzed with last night talk between me and my wife, for a moment I felt that she is not like others. I felt like this first time for any girl but I know that it's just a mere thought she is like other girls. As i stepped further in, something caught my eye.
In front of the mirror stood my newly wedded wife, serene and radiant. She was applying sindoor to her hair partition, her fingers deftly moving with practiced ease. The rich crimson powder glimmered like a jewel against her dark hair, framing her face perfectly. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating her features and casting a golden halo around her. No i can't think like this she is just like other girls who are after money. I admit she is beautiful. No no no she is not.
For a moment, time stood still. I felt my breath catch in my throat. She looked like a goddess, an enchanting vision that silenced my chaotic thoughts. Her concentration was palpable, and i could see the subtle smile playing on her lips, a smile that lit up her entire being.
Unable to tear my gaze away, i felt an overwhelming rush of admiration wash over me. Her beauty was captivating, more powerful than i had ever realized. In that instant, everything else faded—the mess, the stress—nothing mattered but her.
“Mine,” i murmured, barely above a whisper, the possessiveness spilling from my lips. Mine?? Seriously rudraksh she is not YOURS. Technically she is mine. No not again ughhhhh..
Feeling a heat rising within me, i turned abruptly and made my way to the washroom. The cool water was the only remedy i could think of to quell the warmth ignited by that fleeting moment. As i splashed my face, the image of her remained vivid in my mind, a reminder of the quiet magic that love could hold, even amid life’s chaos. No she can't control me she can't I will from now on will make safe distance from her.
**SHIVANSH'S POV**
As I stepped into the art exhibition, the atmosphere buzzed with creativity and anticipation. The vibrant colors and intricate details of the paintings filled the vast hall, each piece telling a story I longed to explore. As the chief guest, I felt both honored and slightly out of my element, but my intrigue quickly overpowered any hesitation.
