The Unwanted Royal Marriage

63. We were safe.

Adhyay's Pov

The clock ticked steadily, but my mind was racing. Every second brought us closer to the moment when Meera's Bua sa would finally be exposed. Her sly manipulations, the mind games she played—Meera had endured enough. It was time to put an end to it.

Meera was sitting across from me in the conference room, flipping through files, her face calm and composed. But I knew her better than that. Beneath that serene exterior, she was a storm waiting to unleash itself. Her eyes flicked to the clock every so often, a tell-tale sign of her anticipation.

"You ready for this?" I asked, leaning back in my chair, watching her closely.

Her eyes met mine, filled with determination. "More than ready. She's underestimated me for too long, Adhyay. It's time she knows exactly who she's dealing with."

I smiled, proud of her resilience. "Good. Because after today, she won't have any power left to play her games."

The plan was simple but effective. We had gathered enough evidence to expose her intentions in front of the entire family. And we weren't going to hold back.

The drive back home felt unusually tense, but there was also an undercurrent of excitement. Meera sat beside me, her hands resting protectively over her stomach. I reached over, gently placing my hand over hers.

"You okay?" I asked softly.

She nodded, her eyes softening for a moment. "I'm fine. Just... thinking about everything. I've waited for this for so long. It's just hard to believe it's finally happening."

I squeezed her hand reassuringly. "You're not alone in this, Meera. We'll handle it together."

Her smile was small but genuine. "I know. Thank you."

Later that Evening – Ranawat Palace

The family had gathered in the grand hall, the air buzzing with curiosity and a touch of tension. Maa sa and Baba sa sat at the center, their expressions calm but observant. Kaki sa, Kaka sa, and Devi hovered nearby, their eyes flicking between Meera and me.

Ruhaan was happily nestled in Kabeer's lap, oblivious to the brewing storm.

And then, Meera's family and Bua sa walked in, her usual air of superiority firmly in place. She greeted everyone with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

"Ah, the whole family's here! What's the occasion?" she asked, her tone light but wary.

Meera stood, her posture regal and unyielding. "We thought it was time for some truths to come out, Bua sa. Especially yours."

Bua sa's eyes narrowed, but she quickly masked her suspicion with a chuckle. "Truths? What are you talking about, Meera? You've always been dramatic."

I stepped forward, my voice calm but firm. "No drama here, Bua sa. Just facts. And we have plenty of those."

"What's wrong Rana sa?"Meera's papa asked

I gestured towards Sarthak, who entered with a stack of files and a projector. "We've compiled everything—the financial discrepancies, the fake narratives, and most importantly, the role you played in Meera's abduction in Italy."

Gasps echoed around the room. Maa sa's hand flew to her mouth, and Baba sa's expression darkened considerably.

"Abduction?!" Maa sa whispered, horrified.

Meera nodded, her voice steady but filled with emotion. "Yes, Maa sa. Bua sa was the one who tipped off Rohan Arora. She thought she could break me, weaken me. But she underestimated my strength—and my family's."