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"Meri sakhi mangal gao ri

Dharti ambar sajao ri

Utregi aaj mere pi ki sawari,

Ari koi kajal lao ri

Mohe kala tika lagao ri

Unki chab se dikhu mai toh pyari,

Laxmi ji varo nazar utaro

Aaj mere piya ghar avenge"

"Amidst the bells and petals bright,

A hidden war begins tonight.

Where love and duty intertwine,

And stolen dreams refuse to die."

RITVIK'S POV:

Me and Khushal stood beside bhai, dressed in matching tuxedos as the groom's best men. The excitement in the air was palpable, but it was nothing compared to the nervous energy radiating off my brother. He adjusted his cuffs for the tenth time in the past five minutes and let out a breath that sounded more like a suppressed groan.

"Ritvik, I can fucking hear my heartbeat in my ears," he muttered under his breath, his voice just loud enough for me and Khushal to hear.

I let out a laugh, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "Relax, bhai. You're not being led to the gallows. It's just your wedding."

Khushal smirked. "Yeah, just a lifetime commitment, no big deal."

Bhai shot us both a glare, but before he could retort, the car came to a smooth halt at the venue. The doors were opened, and we stepped out to the grand welcome that awaited us. The sound of dhols echoed in the air, the scent of fresh flowers and perfume mingling in the evening breeze. People surrounded us, showering us with flower petals, cheering, and clapping.

But amidst all the celebrations, my eyes caught something—or rather, someone—that made my world slow down for a moment.

A girl. A familiar one.

The back of her frame, the way she stood with an elegance that seemed both natural and unintentional, struck me like a bolt of lightning. I knew that stance. I knew that posture. I had memorized her picture in my head too many times to mistake her for anyone else.

Fuck. It was her.

I felt my breath hitch, my pulse pick up. Could it really be her? Or was my mind playing tricks on me?

And then, as if fate itself decided to answer my question, I heard someone call her name.

"Vaishnavi."

My suspicions solidified, the name hitting me like a second wave of shock.

Miss Sharma.

A slow smirk crept onto my lips. What were the fucking chances? That I would meet her here, of all places?

I tilted my head slightly, watching her as she turned around, and the impact hit me harder than I expected. She was beautiful—hell, beyond beautiful. The kind of beautiful that could make a man forget how to breathe. Her features were sharp yet soft, delicate yet powerful, a perfect blend of grace and fire. The deep maroon saree she wore clung to her frame just right, the gold border reflecting the light as she moved. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulder, and her expressive eyes held a spark that was both challenging and mesmerizing.

Fuck.

I was in trouble.

Khushal nudged me. "Bro, you're staring."

I ignored him, still caught in the trance of her presence.

She hadn't noticed me yet, too engrossed in adjusting the pleats of her saree while talking to an older woman. But I wasn't one to stay unnoticed for long.

I took a deep breath, straightened my suit, and ran a hand through my hair. It was my time to shine.

VIHAN's POV:

The air vibrated with the rhythmic beats of dhols, their deep, resonant thumps blending with the lively cheers of my friends and family. The grand entrance of my baraat was nothing short of a spectacle—rows of shimmering fairy lights bathed the entire venue in a golden glow, casting an almost dreamlike aura over the celebrations. Laughter echoed, rose petals showered upon me, and amidst it all, I walked with a calm composure, but inside, my heart was racing.

Each step towards the entrance felt heavier than the last. Not because of hesitation, but anticipation—an unfamiliar nervousness crawling up my spine. My bride was inside. My Gummy Bear. My angel. And for the first time in my life, I wasn't in control of my emotions.

At the doorway, her mother and a young woman, probably her friend, stood waiting. Her mother's eyes held warmth as she performed the pooja, her hands steady as she waved the aarti thali before me. I bowed my head slightly in respect, stealing a glance past them, trying to catch a glimpse of the one person I wanted to see. But she wasn't there.

"Looking for someone?"

I barely had time to react before a teasing voice broke through my thoughts.

"What did you think, Bhai? That she'd be standing here waiting for you?" Arohi's laughter rang in my ears. "You're the one who has to wait for her."

I groaned, rubbing the back of my neck. This girl knew me too well. She always did.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside the grand hall. The decorations were breathtaking—cascading drapes of red and gold, fragrant flowers adorning every pillar, and a thousand flickering candles illuminating the space with a soft glow. But none of it held my attention. My gaze swept across the crowd, searching, waiting.

And then the announcement came.

A hush fell over the guests, the lights dimmed slightly, and a soft melody began playing in the background. My heart thudded against my ribcage as I instinctively looked down, my pulse erratic. I wasn't prepared for this moment. Seeing her, meeting her gaze—it would be beyond my control, beyond my ability to mask my emotions. I was utterly, hopelessly vulnerable.

"Breathe, man. You don't want to faint in front of all these people, do you?" Khushal's voice cut through my trance, amusement lacing his tone.

I inhaled sharply, willing myself to get a grip, just as the murmurs in the crowd heightened.

She was here.

Slowly, I lifted my eyes.

And there she was.

My heart stopped. My breath hitched.

She walked towards me, every step deliberate, every movement graceful. Clad in a stunning red lehenga embroidered with intricate gold patterns, she looked ethereal. The soft glow of the chandeliers cast a halo around her, her delicate veil trailing behind her like a whisper of silk. The simple yet elegant makeup accentuated her natural beauty, her eyes lined with just enough kajal to make them hypnotic. I couldn't tear my gaze away.

Everything around me faded—the guests, the music, even the air between us. All I could focus on was her. The way her eyes shyly darted to the floor, then flickered up to meet mine. The way she hesitated for just a second before taking another step forward. The way her lips parted ever so slightly, as if she, too, was struggling to breathe.

Damn.

The words slowly left my mouth " Meri sari umar usko lag jai!!"

(may you live my part of life too/ may you live longer than me)

As she reached the stage, I extended my hand without a second thought. It was instinctual, an unspoken promise in the gesture. For a heartbeat, she hesitated. And then, gently, hesitantly, she placed her hand in mine.

A shiver ran down my spine. Her touch was soft, warm, and at that moment, I knew—I was done for. There was no going back. No more shields, no more walls. I had let them all crumble for her, for my angel, my wifey, my Gummy Bear.

She stood beside me now, our hands still lightly touching, and I felt every emotion I had ever suppressed come rushing in at once. Love. Excitement. Nervousness. A raw, unfiltered desire to cherish and protect this woman forever.

And as pandit ji began the mantras, I silently vowed—I would love her with everything I had. Because she was mine, and I was irrevocably, undeniably hers.

SAISHA's POV:

The moment had arrived.

My bridal entry.

My heart pounded so loudly I could hear it in my ears. My palms were damp with nervousness, my breathing shallow. This was it—the moment I had both dreamed of and feared. A soft hand tightened around mine, and I turned to see Vaishnavi smiling at me reassuringly.

"You got this," she whispered, giving my hand a gentle squeeze.

I swallowed hard and nodded, taking my first step forward. My eyes fell on Rivan standing afar.

As my inner voice prayed " kash mujhe abhi maut ajai"

(i wish i die right now)

The aisle felt endless. Every pair of eyes in the room was on me, watching, waiting. The music playing in the background seemed distant as if I were floating in a daze. My lehenga felt heavier, my steps slower. I kept my gaze low, focusing on keeping myself composed.

Then, I reached the stage.

And there it was.

A hand, extended towards me. A silent invitation.

I followed the hand upwards, my breath catching in my throat as my eyes met his. The world around me blurred. I recognized him in an instant.

Vihan Khurana.

The man who had made a deal with my father. The same man i saw in mumbai . It was him.

A thousand emotions surged through me—shock, disbelief, confusion. My mind screamed at me to pull away, to question, to demand answers. But my body betrayed me. Hesitantly, I placed my hand in his, feeling the warmth of his fingers wrap around mine.

His grip was firm yet gentle, his gaze searching mine. Could he tell? Could he sense the storm brewing inside me? Did he know the truth had just unraveled before my eyes?

"Are you okay?" he murmured, his voice barely audible above the soft hum of the wedding rituals beginning around us.

I forced a small nod, my lips parting slightly, but no words came out.

"Saisha," he said again, softer this time, as if grounding me.

I exhaled shakily, locking my emotions away for now. The priest began the mantras, and the wedding rituals commenced.

There was no turning back now.

VAISHNAVI's POV:

The wedding had already begun. The soft chime of wedding bells, the murmurs of guests, and the fragrance of fresh flowers filled the air. But my mind was far from the grand celebration—I had one mission: to get Saisha out of this forced marriage.

I had already approached Rivan, expecting him to be on my side, but his response was nothing like I imagined.

"Don't interfere anymore, Vaishnavi."

His words hit me like a slap. This wasn't the Rivan I knew. His usual confidence, his rebellious streak—it was missing. He was letting this happen. I couldn't.

Determined, I scanned the crowd for someone who could help. That's when my eyes landed on a guy standing in the bride's family section. Tall, well-built, and unfamiliar. He had to be a cousin or a distant relative.

Without hesitation, I walked up to him and tapped his shoulder. He turned around, his deep brown eyes meeting mine, and a slow smile crept onto his face.

"Hey, I don't think we've met—"

I cut him off. "I need help. Will you help me?"

His smile faltered slightly, but he nodded.

"Good. Come with me," I said, leading him toward a quieter corner.

Once we were away from the crowd, I took a deep breath. "OKAY dhyan se suno...hatte katte lagte ho tum, dhulhan bhagani hai help karoge?"

(Okay, listen carefully. You look strong,  We have to kidnap the bride will you help me ?)

His face twisted into sheer disbelief, exactly the reaction I was expecting. His eyebrows shot up, his mouth slightly parted.

"Wait—what?" he finally asked, blinking at me.

"You heard me right. We have to kidnap the bride," I repeated, crossing my arms.

A few seconds passed as he processed my words. Then, out of nowhere, a grin spread across his face. "Alright, as you say."

His calm acceptance startled me. I had expected resistance, hesitation—maybe even an argument. But he agreed just like that?

A sudden thought struck me. If I went ahead with this plan without Rivan, the consequences could be worse than I imagined. I needed to talk to him one more time.

"Wait here. I need to check something," I told the guy before rushing off to find Rivan.

This wasn't over yet.

RITVIK's POV:

The wedding hall was buzzing with voices, the scent of fresh roses and marigolds filling the air. The golden chandeliers reflected against the intricate decorations, making everything look regal. But none of this mattered to me. My mind was occupied with my mother's instructions.

"Ritvik, take these gifts to Saisha's mother. Don't forget to greet her properly," Maa had said, handing me a neatly wrapped tray of expensive sarees and jewelry.

I had just finished my task and was about to leave when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around, and to my surprise, she was standing there.

A smile crept onto my lips. She was stunning—intense eyes, sharp features, and an air of determination that instantly intrigued me. I tried to play it cool.

"Hey, I don't think we've met—" I started, but she cut me off, her expression serious.

"I need your help. Will you help me?"

The urgency in her voice piqued my interest. I didn't even hesitate before nodding. "Of course."

She turned swiftly, motioning me to follow her. I did, my curiosity growing. What could be so important?

And then, she hit me with the bombshell.

"You look strong, so I need your help. We have to kidnap the bride."

I froze for a second, staring at her, half expecting her to burst into laughter. But she didn't. She was dead serious.

"Wait, what?" I asked, my lips twitching in amusement.

"You heard me right. We have to get Saisha out of here before it's too late," she repeated, her arms crossed, clearly expecting resistance.

And then, it clicked. Ah, so Saisha must have told her about the marriage deal.

My smile widened. How naïve. She had no idea who she was up against. No matter what she tried, the heaven and earth would collide but my brother would never let this wedding fall apart. It was impossible. But watching her all determined like this? Interesting.

So, instead of questioning her, I simply said, "Okay, as you say."

Her eyes widened in surprise. She clearly hadn't expected me to agree so easily.

Before she could say anything else, though, her expression shifted, as if she had just realized something important. "Wait here," she muttered before turning and hurrying away.

I chuckled under my breath, watching her disappear into the crowd. Cute.

Just as I was about to follow her with my eyes,  pandit ji called me to the stage. "Beta, come here for a moment."

With a sigh, I made my way to the stage and stood beside my brother. The wedding rituals were continuing as planned. My eyes wandered across the hall—and then they met hers.

She was standing there, frozen. Her expression shifted from confusion to shock, and then... embarrassment.

Ah. She finally realized.

Realized that the guy she had just asked to help kidnap the bride was none other than the groom's brother.

Her face turned a shade of pink, and she quickly looked away, pretending to be interested in something else.

I smirked, shaking my head.

This little devil had no idea what she had gotten herself into.

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VIHAN KHURANA

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