BEYOND UNFINISHED✔️

Chapter 49. The Night the Storm Took Shape

Song :- Ae Dil hai Mushkil.( Title Track)

She was mine the minute I looked at her.....

Claim her all you want but time will tell...

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Third POV.

Everyone was present inside the grand hall of Rajvansh Palace, a royal architectural marvel bathed in soft golden chandeliers and studded with jewel-toned silk drapes. The clinking of crystal, the laughter of the elite, and flashes of cameras blended with the soft instrumental music playing in the background.

It was indeed a night of grandeur.

Rana Udhav, the King of Jaipur, had invited the biggest names from across the nation — top-tier politicians, business tycoons, Bollywood elites, and royal dignitaries. It wasn't just a party, it was a declaration of power.

He and his elegant wife stood proudly, welcoming Aashi's in-laws with grace. When Rana Udhav hugged Rana Govind Rathod, the moment was seized by the media — flashing bulbs, murmuring reporters, and whispers of this historic merger danced in the air.

Vihan, in a sleek black tux, was searching the hall with restless eyes — his beloved hadn't arrived yet. His sister Vidhi, not missing a chance to tease, poked fun at him while his elder brother discussed business across the room.

Then... he walked in.

Arjun Rajvansh.

The entire hall stilled.

His presence was like gravity — sharp, unyielding, demanding attention. Clad in an immaculately tailored black suit, eyes sharp like a predator, he exuded power that both intimidated and intrigued. A visible shift happened in the room — a hush, a pause, and then the clicking of cameras.

Rana Udhav's face lit with pride. This was his son. His legacy.

Shortly after, Krish walked in with his stunning wife. Behind them, the bride Sampoorna made her entrance, regal and glowing. A maid helped her walk gracefully to Aashi, whom she greeted with a soft kiss on the forehead. Vihan was by Aashi's side in seconds, his hand slipping into hers. Their eye-lock made Aashi blush crimson.

Despite the celebration, one man's eyes scanned the room again and again.

Arjun.

His heart thudded, restless — she wasn't here. He was surrounded by people who idolized him, yet the one person who could calm his storm was missing.

Then... silence fell.

Every neck turned toward the entrance.

And there she was.

Anaya.

She stepped in slowly, her lehenga the color of moonlit peach, shimmering delicately under the chandelier lights. Her soft curls cascaded down her back, her anxious smile tugging at every heart. For a moment — Arjun forgot to breathe.

His fists clenched. She looked divine.

And every man in the room noticed.

His blood boiled.

She was his. And only his.

But there she stood, smiling nervously, arm linked with Sid — as if she belonged to someone else.