His unplanned wedding

Chapter 1 : Unseen Bond

The wedding hall was a spectacle of color and grandeur, a place where the timeless traditions of Rajasthan shimmered in every detail. Strings of marigolds hung from the ceiling, while the flickering light of countless diyas cast a golden glow across the room. Family and friends, clad in vibrant saris and sherwanis, filled the hall, each face expectant, ready for a night of joy and celebration.

Tonight was meant to be Nyra Parihar's special night. She sat quietly in the bridal room, her hands adorned with intricate mehendi, each design echoing the love and blessings showered upon her by friends and family. Her red lehenga shimmered in the warm light, the fabric heavy with golden embroidery, fitting for a princess. But beneath the surface, she felt uneasy—a strange chill running up her spine.

Nyra took a deep breath, steadying herself. After all, she was marrying Avinash, a match her family had approved. And though she hadn’t known him well, she had hoped that love would eventually blossom. But tonight… something felt wrong.

Meanwhile, in the main hall, her grandfather, Vijay Nath Parihar , was pacing with concern etched deep into his aging face. His cane tapped rhythmically against the polished floor as he looked around, scanning the guests and occasionally checking his watch. The groom was nowhere to be seen, and with every passing minute, the whispers around the hall grew louder, each one laced with speculation and judgment.

Just then, his old friend, Ajay Singh Raizada, appeared at his side, his presence calm yet commanding. The two men had been best friends since childhood, a bond forged through years of shared triumphs and struggles, and a shared love for their families’ traditions and values. Ajay's eyes softened as he watched Vijay, visibly distressed.

“Vijay , what’s the matter?” he asked, his voice laced with quiet concern.

Vijay sighed deeply, his voice barely a whisper. “Ajay… Avinash is gone. No one knows where he is. I’m afraid this wedding…” He couldn’t bring himself to say it, but the weight of the unsaid words hung in the air. Their family’s honor, their reputation, everything they had built their lives around, was at risk.

Ajay’s brows furrowed, his gaze turning thoughtful. He took a deep breath and placed a reassuring hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Vijay, I have an idea. It may be unconventional, but it could save both our families’ honor.” Vijay looked at him, his expression a mixture of desperation and hope.

“What do you suggest?”

Ajay met Vijay’s eyes steadily. “My grandson, Shehzada, could marry Nyra. They’ve known each other since they were children. This union would keep your family’s honor intact, and it would make our families even closer.”

Vijay’s eyes widened in surprise. Nyra and Shehzada had grown up together, yes, but marriage? It wasn’t something he had ever considered. And yet, under the circumstances, it seemed like the only way to salvage this disastrous night.

In the far corner of the hall, Shehzada stood alone, watching the scene unfold from a distance. Tall and broad-shouldered, he wore a dark sherwani, its intricate embroidery catching the light as he moved. His jaw was clenched, his expression unreadable as he watched the proceedings with an intensity only he could feel.

Shehzada Singh Raizada had loved Nyra Rana Parihar for as long as he could remember. As children, they had been inseparable, racing through the sprawling gardens of their grandfathers’ estates, getting into endless mischief. She was the girl who had always managed to fill his life with joy, and over the years, his affection for her had grown into something much deeper—something he had never dared to confess.

When he had learned of Nyra’s engagement to Avinash, it had felt like a blow he couldn’t recover from. The thought of watching her promise herself to another man had torn him apart. But Shehzada had buried his feelings, refusing to let anyone see the cracks beneath his calm demeanor. After all, what right did he have to claim her? He was simply her childhood friend, her partner in crime—nothing more.

But now, the fates had twisted, and the woman he loved sat abandoned on her wedding night. Shehzada's hands clenched at his sides as his grandfather approached him, his expression unusually solemn.

“Shehzada,” Ajay began, his voice steady but firm, “I have asked Vijay if you could marry Nyra tonight. Her groom has deserted her, and if you marry her, it will save both of our families from disgrace.”

The words sent a jolt through Shehzada. His heart pounded as he glanced over at the closed door of the bridal room, where he knew Nyra waited, unaware of the chaos unraveling around her.

“Marry her… tonight?” he echoed, trying to mask the whirlwind of emotions that surged within him. This was his chance, the chance he had dreamed of, yet under circumstances he had never wanted for her.

“Yes, beta,” Ajay replied, his voice softening as he studied his grandson. “You’ve known Nyra your whole life. I know you’ll be able to give her the love and respect she deserves. But you must decide quickly.”

Inside the bridal room, Nyra heard a soft knock on the door. She looked up, her heart still aching from the shock of Avinash’s betrayal. She could feel the weight of her own tears staining her cheeks, her hopes crumbling around her like sand. She hadn’t expected this heartbreak, and certainly not tonight.

The door opened, and Shehzada stepped inside, his face calm yet vulnerable in a way Nyra had never seen. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and filled with questions.

“Sheh?” she whispered, her voice fragile. “What’s happening?”

Taking a deep breath, he crossed the room and knelt beside her, his gaze steady as he met her tear-filled eyes. “Nyra… Avinash isn’t coming.” He paused, choosing his next words carefully. “But if you’ll allow me… I’d be honored to marry you.”

Nyra’s eyes widened as the shock registered, her mind racing to make sense of what he was saying. Shehzada? Marry her? The boy she’d known her entire life, her confidant, her friend?

“Why would you do that?” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion.

For a moment, he hesitated, his gaze softening as he struggled to contain the feelings he had kept buried for so long. But the words lingered, unspoken. This was not the time to tell her of his love—not like this. Instead, he spoke gently, reaching for her hand.

“Because, Nyra, you deserve better than this,” he said quietly. “You deserve someone who will stand by you, who will never leave you alone. And if you’ll let me, I’ll be that person for you.”

A silence settled between them as Nyra studied his face, her heart beating erratically as she searched his eyes for truth. Could she really do this? Could she marry Shehzada, this man who had always been there in the background of her life, steady and true?

As she took a shaky breath, Nyra’s thoughts whirled. And yet, somehow, deep down, she felt a calmness that she hadn’t expected. A warmth in his gaze that steadied her heart.

And as the murmurs of the waiting guests grew louder, she made her choice.

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