Sita Rama Kalyanam:- The Embodied Devotion Of Kalyug

"Sorry ma'am. Wife or not, you need an appointment to meet Sir," the receptionist said flatly, with not even a hint of respect or charm.

Sita lowered her eyes, nodded slightly, and turned to walk away - her heels clicking softly against the marble floor.

"What's your name?"
A deep, commanding voice echoed through the hallway, sending chills down everyone's spine.
Chairs stopped rolling. Fingers paused mid-typing. All eyes turned toward the source - Charvik Singh Thakur.

Sita froze. Trembling, she whispered, "S-Sita... Th-Thakur."
She didn't dare look up - but she could see his polished shoes stop just inches away from her.

"Eyes up," he whispered, low enough that only she could hear.
She obeyed.

"Say your full name," he said again - this time loud enough for the entire office to hear.

Sita licked her lips nervously and answered, "Sita Charvik Singh Thakur."

Charvik turned to the stunned receptionist, his eyes sharp with fury.
"She's my wife - my better half. Treat her like this again, and you can start job hunting. Though I doubt anyone will hire you after disrespecting my wife."

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Sita never truly knew what love felt like.
Orphaned young, raised by a grandfather who tried to give her the world - but surrounded by relatives who made her feel like she didn't belong.
When her grandfather proposed marriage to his best friend's grandson, she agreed... hoping she'd finally find the love she'd always longed for.

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Charvik Singh Thakur was born into generational wealth, power, and pride.
For him, family reputation is everything. He didn't choose love - he chose duty. And if his grandfather picked her, then she must be perfect. That was enough for him... at first.

Let's dive into this divine, slow-burning love story of Sita and Charvik -
Where marriage comes before love.
Where pride clashes with longing.
Where a cold billionaire and a quiet soul learn what it truly means to belong to someone.