Niharika Verma is a stunning semi-classical dancer who wants nothing more than to travel the world, but the shackles of her dreadful past keep her grounded. On the other end, Asia's well-known businessman and CEO of Rajvanshi Industries, "The Maanve...
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The Rajvanshi Mansion was nearly ablaze with lights, flowers, and other royal decorations. Men in black uniforms were stationed around the perimeter, while family members gathered at the entrance, waiting eagerly for someone.
Near the mansion's vast garden, a group of men, dressed in ornate clothing, stood impatiently with musical instruments like drums, ready to play.
A sleek, royal Range Rover pulled up in front of the mansion, with several other cars halting behind it. One of the guards hurried to open the rear door, and a man in his thirties stepped out. He wore a perfectly tailored Armani suit that accentuated his fit physique, polished royal shoes, and striking sunglasses. Today, his face radiated a glow beyond mere appearance. After stepping out, he extended his hand toward someone still seated inside the car.
A stunning woman emerged, draped in a sleek, sky-blue saree, her blouse color-coordinated with his. She had delicate hands adorned with bangles. Part of her hair brushed against her face, while the rest was secured in a loose braid. In the dim light, diamond butterfly studs sparkled on her ears, and around her neck hung a half-moon diamond pendant—a unique nuptial chain her husband had requested, crafted just for her. His gaze remained fixed on her, drawn to the red parting in her hair and the shimmering bindi on her forehead, which intensified the beauty of her brown eyes.
As she looked at her home, decorated like a newlywed bride, her face brightened even more. The drummers began to play, creating a symphony that matched her joy.
Taking in the fresh ambiance, she felt a surge of happiness. She had never imagined entering this mansion under such perfect circumstances. Her smile was unwavering, for everything was finally complete.
As they approached the entrance, she saw the family eagerly waiting to welcome them.
The first face she spotted was Aarav, who was taking random photos of her. She smiled even wider, knowing he was her savior in many ways. Her gaze then moved to Shreya and Anand, standing by the door frame; Shreya held a puja thali, and both were beaming.
Next, she noticed Anushka, who was smiling but clearly annoyed as Tanish playfully teased her from behind. Shaking her head with amusement, she then saw Disha, blushing as Shaurya whispered something in her ear. Little Daksh was dancing enthusiastically to the drummers’ beat, adding to her delight.
But her gaze was drawn to a new face beside Vivaan—a young woman dressed in a light green saree, wearing a nuptial chain, red bangles, and with a vermilion mark in her hair. The simple look enhanced her sharp features, yet something about her felt familiar. She wracked her brain, trying to place the woman.
Vivaan, noticing her intense gaze, tried to hide behind the girl. Maanveer followed Niharika’s gaze, his brow furrowing. He recognized the woman too; she had once worked in their office.
