# 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
Aayansh Agniwanshi a king of jaipur and CEO of Agniwanshi CO. Lit. A mafia king with ruthless, grumpy, cold.
'Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only its light, not its shadows.' A...
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As the sacred rituals concluded, the panditji declared, "Vivah sampann hua." The hall erupted in applause, and rose petals were showered upon the newlyweds. Aayansh stood first, offering his hand to Ishanvi. She hesitated for a second, her cheeks tinted with a delicate pink, before placing her hand in his.
Their eyes met briefly, a flicker of an unspoken connection passing between them. Together, they walked toward the elders, their steps in perfect rhythm as if they had always been meant to walk this path side by side.
Maya and Arjun stood first, waiting with warm smiles and moist eyes. Ishanvi bent down to touch their feet, her veil delicately slipping forward, but before she could stand upright, Maya placed her hands on Ishanvi's head.
"Khush raho, beta," Maya whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. Her gaze shifted to Aayansh, and for a moment, her eyes softened. "Tumhari khushi ab meri beti ke haathon mein hai, Aayansh. Uska hamesha dhyan rakhna."
One by one, they moved to other elders. Ishanvi's grandparents, Ram and Kavya, had tears streaming down their faces.
Ram's voice wavered as he blessed them. "Tum dono ki jodi hamesha salamat rahe. Ishanvi, tum toh hamare ghar ka gahana ho. Aaj tumhe vidha karte hue lagta hai jaise ek era khatam ho gaya."
Ishanvi struggled to hold back her tears, her heart heavy with the weight of her family's emotions.
When they approached Vikram and Anjali, her parents, the emotions spilled over. Ishanvi bent to touch their feet, but Anjali pulled her into a tight embrace, her sobs breaking the silence.
"Beta," Vikram said, his voice steady despite his damp eyes, "main tumhe apne ghar ki sabse badi daulat samajh kar vidha kar raha hoon. Tum hamari shaan thi aur ab tum Aayansh ki zimmedari ho. Uska hamesha dhyan rakhna."
Aayansh stepped forward, his tone respectful but firm. "Aap chinta mat kijiye, Papa. Aapki di hui zimmedari meri sabse badi priority hai."
Vikram smiled faintly, placing his hand on Aayansh's shoulder. "Beta, agar kabhi yeh bojh lage toh mujhe bula lena, lekin meri beti ko dukhi mat karna."
Aayansh's jaw tightened, but he nodded. "Yeh kabhi nahi hoga."
The couple then turned to Ishanvi's brothers. Vivaan and Shivaay exchanged a look, their usual confident demeanor replaced with melancholy. Vivaan stepped forward, his voice thick with emotion.
"Ishanvi, tum hamare ghar ki jaan ho. Tumhari muskaan hamare liye sab kuch thi." His eyes shifted to Aayansh. "Aayansh, tum se sirf ek hi guzarish hai-meri behen ko kabhi dukhi mat karna."
