𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬: अनुरागी

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The air was thick with festivity at the Rajasthani fair, where colors danced and music soared. 

Abhimanyu, the stoic ruler of a princely estate, known as “Hukum” to his people, strolled through the fairgrounds. 

He wasn’t one to enjoy these crowded events, but something urged him to stay.

That’s when he saw her.

Kumkum. She was on the stage, performing a traditional dance, her every move enchanting the audience. 

Her anklets jingled in rhythm with the music, and her radiant smile seemed to light up the evening. 

For the first time in his life, Abhimanyu felt his heart skip a beat. 

He stood transfixed, unable to look away. It was as if the world had faded, leaving only her and the soft melody of her presence.

As the music ended, the crowd erupted in applause. Abhimanyu joined in, his heart racing. But when he looked up again, she was gone.

He searched the fair, calling Bhairav, his trusted aide. “Find her,” he ordered, his voice steady but urgent. “I need to know who she is.”

Bhairav nodded, understanding the gravity of his master’s command. 

Yet, despite their efforts, Kumkum remained a mystery. Disheartened but determined, Abhimanyu returned home and began painting her from memory. 

Every stroke of his brush was infused with longing, capturing her beauty as he remembered it.

Days turned into weeks, and though Bhairav worked tirelessly, there was no trace of Kumkum. 

Then one evening, a wedding invitation arrived from his father’s closest friend. 

Abhimanyu, uninterested in social events, planned to decline. But his father, away on a pilgrimage, insisted he represent their family. Reluctantly, Abhimanyu agreed.

The venue was grand, filled with guests eager to greet him. “Hukum!” they called, bowing with respect. He nodded in acknowledgment, his mind elsewhere.

Bhairav approached him, his expression unreadable. “Hukum, I have news,” he said, leading him aside. “This wedding… the bride is Kumkum.”

Abhimanyu froze. The name echoed in his mind like a distant bell. The woman who had stolen his heart was about to marry someone else. 

His chest tightened, but he masked his emotions with a practiced stoicism.

As Kumkum’s father approached, offering snacks and pleasantries, Abhimanyu struggled to stay present. 

He excused himself and went to the washroom, his composure faltering. Staring at his reflection, he tried to steady his breath. The idea of losing her was unbearable.

An hour later, the groom sat on the stage, waiting for Kumkum. The ceremony was about to begin when suddenly, the groom collapsed. 

Panic spread like wildfire, and relatives rushed to his aid. Whispers filled the room, and soon it was revealed, he was high on drugs.

Kumkum’s father and brother were furious. They confronted the groom’s family, declaring the wedding was off. The room buzzed with speculation, guests exchanging worried glances.

“What will happen to the girl now?” someone murmured. “Who will marry her?”

A deep, commanding voice silenced the crowd. “I will.”

All eyes turned to Abhimanyu, who stepped forward, his gaze steady. Gasps rippled through the hall as the guests whispered among themselves. 

Kumkum’s father looked at him, stunned. “Hukum… are you certain?”

Abhimanyu nodded. “I will take full responsibility for her,” he said firmly.

Kumkum, standing on the sidelines, was too shocked to respond. She had resigned herself to the humiliation of the canceled wedding. This unexpected turn left her speechless.

The ceremony was simple and swift. Abhimanyu and Kumkum were married in front of the same crowd that had been whispering moments before. 

Though she followed the rituals, Kumkum’s heart was heavy. This was not how she had envisioned her life.

Later that night, Abhimanyu escorted her to his home. He didn’t speak much, giving her the space she needed. 

“You don’t have to worry about anything,” he said softly. “Take your time to adjust.”

Kumkum looked at him, confused by his kindness. She had expected a stranger, but Abhimanyu’s unspoken care and respect were disarming.

Days turned into months. Abhimanyu was a patient and understanding husband, never forcing Kumkum to conform to his life. 

He encouraged her to pursue her passion for dance, even building her a small studio in their home. 

Slowly, Kumkum began to see the depth of his character. His quiet gestures of love and support melted her defenses, and she found herself falling for him.

Four years later, Kumkum’s dream became a reality when she opened her dance academy with Abhimanyu’s unwavering support. Their life was filled with joy, and their bond deepened with the arrival of their twin sons.

Abhimanyu sat in his study, watching Kumkum play with their children. 

A smile lingered on his lips, he recalled how he drugged that groom and how he planned his marriage so she could be his.

As he saw Kumkum’s happiness, he couldn’t help but believe it had all been worth it. There is no need for Kumkum to know what he did for her and what can he do for her? She is his obsession, his sanak

THE END

It's real story with mirch masala. My father went to a marriage it was dur ke relative marrige where groom was High on drink. He was drunkard man. Before the varmala he fall down and than someone else married the girl.

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