Story of a Rivalry of two political families, who fighting for rule. One rules over the more than half of the state and other own the power. But between their rivalry the one who is suffering is the daughters of the most richest family of the state...
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The next morning, Rathore Mansion buzzed with anticipation. The soft rays of the sun filtered through the ornate windows, illuminating the sprawling halls.
Tara sat by the window in her room, her thoughts still clouded from the events of the previous day. She hadn't slept well, haunted by Virendra’s words and the weight of the folder still resting in her bedside drawer.
A soft knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts.
“Tara Bhabhi?” came a familiar voice.
She turned to see Heer standing in the doorway, her radiant smile lighting up the room. The youngest Rathore had just returned from Delhi after completing her college exams, and her energy was infectious.
“Heer!” Tara managed a smile, though it didn’t fully mask her exhaustion. She walked over and hugged her tightly.
“It’s so good to be back home!” Heer said excitedly, stepping back to look at Tara. “You look… tired. Didn’t sleep well?”
Tara shook her head, brushing off the concern. “It’s nothing. Just a long journey yesterday. How were your exams?”
“Don’t even ask,” Heer groaned dramatically, flopping onto the bed. “Let’s just say I’m officially a graduate now, but those last papers were a nightmare. I missed home so much!”
Tara chuckled softly, her tension easing slightly in Heer's cheerful presence.
Just then, Nitya Rathore, Tara’s mother-in-law, appeared in the doorway. “There you are, Heer! Already pestering your Bhabhi?” she teased, her tone warm.
“Chachisa, I just got back after month of torture in Delhi. Give me some slack!” Heer pouted, making Nitya laugh.
“Well, if you’re done catching up, come downstairs. Didisa and I were just discussing the plans for the coronation ceremony, and we thought all the ladies should go out shopping today. It’ll be good to get everything finalized.”
Tara stiffened at the mention of Lavanya, her mother-in-law, but nodded nonetheless. Shopping for the event would at least keep her distracted.
At the shopping plaza, the women explored every corner, admiring traditional sarees, lehengas, and intricate jewelry sets. Lavanya chose a royal blue saree for herself, while Nitya picked a deep maroon lehenga.
Heer turned to Tara, holding up a stunning ivory saree with delicate gold embroidery. “Bhabhi, this will look perfect on you. What do you think?”
Tara glanced at the saree and nodded. “It’s beautiful.”
But Heer wasn’t satisfied with her passive response. “Try it on! I want to see how it looks on you.”
With some persuasion, Tara went into the trial room. When she stepped out, the others gasped. The saree accentuated her elegance, and even Tara couldn’t deny how good it felt to look nice after the whirlwind of emotions she’d been through.
