𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐣 𝐱 𝐒𝐢𝐲𝐚)
Chandipur had always been a quiet place, the kind of village where whispers carried farther than the winds. My life here was one of solitude, not by choice, but by design. The villagers...
📖 What's a wedding without a little spice, some drama, and... unexpected surprises? ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ˚ ༘♡ 🪷🪕🪞🦢⋆｡˚ ❀
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The entire Rathore Haveli was buzzing with energy. Every corner screamed luxury, royalty, and perfection exactly how I had envisioned it umm Hukum-sa as well. This wasn't just any wedding; it was the wedding of Rithvik Singh Rathore, the second son of the Rathore legacy. Everything had to be grand, royal, and breathtaking, and I made sure it was nothing short of spectacular.
The decorators worked tirelessly to transform the haveli and the garden into a dreamland. The entrance was adorned with towering different flower arches, strings of jasmine, and sparkling lights. The stage was set with red and gold velvet drapes, chandeliers that shimmered like diamonds, and a regal seating arrangement for the bride and groom. Every chair in the guest area was draped in silk, and the dining hall resembled a royal feast from a bygone era.
I and others had spent days coordinating every detail, the caterers, the decorators, the florists. Even the smallest thing, like the choice of candles on the dinner tables, was approved by me. After all, nothing less than perfection was acceptable.
But amidst all the chaos, my mind was still preoccupied with one thing or rather, one person; Adhiraj Singh Rathore. My annoying husband. The man who had dared to cross the line and break my heart. I hadn't spoken to him since the incident because he deserved to feel the cold shoulder. What he did couldn't be ignored or brushed aside. But this wasn't the time for confrontation. I had a wedding to make perfect first.
I would deal with Adhiraj later. He'd pay for what he did and I'd make sure of it. But for now, the focus was on the wedding.
Inside the bride's room, the women were all gathered around Ishita, who was looking every bit the royal bride she was meant to be. Her deep red lehenga was intricately embroidered with gold thread, and the makeup artist had worked magic to bring out her natural beauty.
"How do I look, Bhabhi-sa?" Ishita asked nervously, adjusting her heavy jewelry.
"You look beautiful, Ishita," I said, smiling warmly, yet chuckling hearing Bhabhi-sa from her mouth.
"No, not just beautiful. You look like a queen. Rithvik won't be able to take his eyes off you,"She blushed, and Priya added with a mischievous grin.
"Well, he better not blink, or he'll miss all this beauty!"
The makeup artist had also given me and the other women a subtle but flawless touch-up. My royal blue lehenga set, embroidered with silver thread, complemented the occasion perfectly. My hair was styled in loose waves, adorned with a small diamond hairpiece, and I felt like a true Rathore bahu-sa.
But even as I admired myself in the mirror, my thoughts betrayed me. A part of me was still pissed off at Adhiraj. Yet, I couldn't help but admit how damn handsome he looked in his sherwani earlier when I caught a glimpse of him leaving for the other house with the men to get ready. The deep blue and gold outfit suited him perfectly, and his sharp jawline and confident smile were enough to make my heart skip a beat. But still, I reminded myself. He's not off the hook.
