Devil's Bride

Introducing Arya

The Rathore family’s joy doubled when Maya gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. From the moment she was born, Ayaan declared her to be his "princess," and the name Arya was chosen with immense love and care. Arya was everything they could have hoped for—a bundle of energy, charm, and personality.

Unlike her older brother Ayaansh, who was calm, composed, and thoughtful, Arya was a whirlwind of mischief. At just a few months old, her stubbornness and devilish nature started to shine through. Ayaan couldn’t be prouder. "She’s just like her mother," he’d tease Maya, to which Maya would roll her eyes and retort, "She’s got your knack for getting her way, not mine!"

Arya quickly became the most pampered member of the family. Ayaansh, now the doting older brother, was fiercely protective of her despite often being at the receiving end of her tantrums. "Mom, Arya’s pulling my hair again!" he’d groan, only to soften the moment Arya giggled and clapped her tiny hands in triumph.

Ayaan was completely smitten with his daughter. He indulged her every whim, whether it was letting her mess up his office papers or sitting through her imaginary tea parties. He often joked, “She’s the only one who can boss me around.” Maya, on the other hand, struggled to keep Arya’s mischief in check. The little girl had a knack for sneaking cookies before dinner and leaving her toys scattered everywhere.

Despite the chaos, Arya’s antics brought endless laughter to their home. Her personality was a perfect blend of her parents. She had Maya’s charm and grace but was undeniably her father’s daughter when it came to getting what she wanted. Ayaan often joked, “If she ever enters the business world, she’ll be unstoppable.”

One evening, Arya’s mischief reached a peak. She had climbed onto Ayaan’s desk and managed to spill ink all over an important document. When Ayaan walked in, he froze, unsure whether to laugh or scold her. Arya, unfazed, looked up at him with her big, innocent eyes and said, “Papa, it’s art!”

Ayaan scooped her up and laughed heartily, saying, “You’re lucky you’re cute, little devil.”

Maya shook her head, watching the scene unfold. “You’re spoiling her, Ayaan.”

“And loving every second of it,” he replied with a grin, kissing Arya on the cheek.

As the years passed, Arya’s stubborn yet lovable nature became the heart of the Rathore family. She was their little firecracker, and no matter how messy or chaotic things got, Ayaan and Maya wouldn’t have had it any other way. With Ayaansh’s calm demeanor and Arya’s spirited energy, their home was a perfect balance of love, laughter, and life.