●AUTHORS POV●
Everything was set.
If there was one thing Aditya had learned the hard way, it was this—love did not forgive foolish stunts easily. And he had committed a big one. Riya had been upset with him for weeks now, shutting him out with that infuriating calm that hurt far more than any argument ever could. There wasn’t a single day when Aditya didn’t curse Arjun under his breath for being the accidental catalyst of the chaos, but this time, blame or pride didn’t matter.
" Gadha kahika khud toh Meera ke sath gulu gulu karta rehte mere sukhi sansar ko udvast karke"
He couldn’t lose Riya.
So he had decided to do the only thing that made sense to him—go all in.
A perfect wedding.
A beautiful wedding.
A fairytale wedding.
The idea had struck him like a memory wrapped in sunlight. Riya was just fourteen back then, sitting on the terrace with sand still stuck in her hair after a beach vacation, babbling endlessly about castles, oceans, and dresses that flowed like clouds. She had said it so casually, so dreamily—
“One day, I want to get married on a beach. White gown. Like a fairytale.”
It was about hers.
And so, quietly, meticulously, he planned everything. From the soft ivory décor to the aisle laid over white sand, from the sunset timing to the gown that would make Riya feel like she had stepped out of her own dream.
It was a surprise.
The entire Rajvansh family knew.
Keeping it a secret, however, was another battle altogether—especially when Meera Rajvansh was involved.
Meera was vibrating with excitement from the moment she found out. She loved surprises, loved weddings, and above all, loved teasing Aditya.
Every time Riya walked out of the room, Meera would lean toward Aditya with a wicked grin.
“Bhaiyaaa, what if I accidentally slip?”
“Oops, what if I tell her we’re packing gowns instead of sarees?”
“Oops again, what if I just—”
Aditya had sighed, rubbed his temples, and finally surrendered.
The “hefty sum” transferred to Meera’s account was proof of his desperation.
Meera had looked at her phone, eyes shining.
“Deal,” she had said sweetly. “But just so you know, I’m doing this for love, not money.”
No one believed her.
******
The beach looked like it had stepped out of a dream—one carefully woven with love, memory, and quiet longing.
White sand stretched endlessly, kissed by gentle waves that whispered secrets only the ocean knew. The venue glowed under the soft hues of the setting sun, bathed in gold and peach. Orchids—ivory, blush, and pale lavender—were everywhere. They cascaded down delicate arches, framed the aisle, and floated in glass bowls along the shoreline. Their fragrance mingled with the salty breeze, light and intoxicating, as if even nature had decided to celebrate love today.
Every detail spoke of Riya.
And yet, Riya had no idea.
Inside the suite overlooking the ocean, chaos—and excitement—reigned supreme.
Sanvi stood with a curling iron in hand, biting her lip in concentration as she worked through another section of Riya's hair.
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Marrying my Enemy's Bride
Roman d'amourThe vivid reds in wedding symbols of celebration , Happiness and Joy . But what will happen if the same red colour change into the colour of blood betrayal and the symphony of despair. Meera sweet little innocent girl end up being the pawn in the d...
