A Relationship That Blurs The Lines Between Love and Obsession
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Raghavendra Singh Rajvansh , is ruthless , heir to thron of royal , prominent state of Rajasthan with being it's chief minister and innumerable...
The rituals began, the sound of the sacred mantras enveloped the atmosphere, creating an air of reverence. Meera could barely hear as every step she took felt infused with gravity—each step toward a lifetime of commitment.
As Meera approached the mandap, weighed down by the ornate veil, she felt the scrutinizing gaze of many—all curious eyes, all waiting to witness this royal ceremony unfold. The moment seemed eternal, but when their eyes met, her nerves fled, albeit momentarily.
Raghuvendra stood tall and resolute, his expression an enigmatic blend of focus and possession. She could not see beyond the fabric of separation, but she could feel him—his energy pulsing in the air, a silent promise that once tethered could not be broken. The wordless understanding ignited something deep within her; it was both exhilarating and terrifying.
The priest began the ceremony, his chanting a melodic backdrop to her racing thoughts. As the symbolic elements of their union were presented, she felt Raghu’s intensity growing. It was in his gaze—a mixture of longing and something more profound, something that hinted at an obsession that could consume them both.
Raghavendra took the Mangalsutra, a sacred necklace symbolizing their union then he tied the Mangalsutra around Meera's neck.
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Soon it was time for the sindoor daan, Meera felt her mother lift her veil gently. Sarita, adjusted her mangtika , the traditional ornament nestled in her hair.
" My world,” Raghuvendra whispered, his voice low, his eyes made a promise , that bounds them in the depths of that single utterance. He brushed his fingers lightly against her cheek, removing a tear she hadn’t realized had escaped. The touch sent a shiver through her; in that instantaneous connection, she felt a silent vow being formed—his to protect her, but also a subtle claim of possession.
The world outside faded, the vibrant colors and laughter dissolving into a hazy backdrop as their connection deepened. Raghuvendra's gaze maintained a cadence of raw possessiveness, and it sent tremors through her heartbeat—simultaneously exhilarating and alarming.
He dipped his head, leaning close enough that she could smell his distinct cologne mixed with the fresh scent of the flowers around them. "You are mine, Meera. Nothing will come between us."
A soft gasp escaped her; his words clung to the air—a declaration and an assertion. The seriousness in his tone reminded her of the unwritten rules of their union. It was a royal wedding—joy and commitment entwined with wealth and duty, through the intricate ties of two powerful families. Yet, in this moment of intimacy, she sensed that Raghuvendra's obsession .
His expression darkened momentarily, leading her to believe he understood the depth of her trepidation. "You’ve always belonged here, with me, at my side.”
As he applied sindoor to her hairline , a fiery red marking her as his, she felt the weight of his possession as he leaned closer to her ear “Always , I will shield you from the world, but you are mine.”
