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Raghuvanshi Mahal, Jaisalmer (Rajasthan)

7:00 pm..

The entire Raghuvanshi Mahal was adorned with an exquisite array of decorations, reminiscent of a newly wedded bride. Every corner of the mahal was beautifully embellished with a touch of elegance to the atmosphere, drawing the eye to its splendour.

The antique furnishings were not merely decorative; they served as a testament to the royal lineage and illustrious history of the Raghuvanshi family. Huge family portraits, effortlessly fabulous pieces of paintings, meticulously chosen, spoke volumes about the grandeur of a bygone era, highlighting the craftsmanship and artistry that have stood the test of time, emphasized the aura of royalty that permeated the mahal , evoking a sense of pride and deep respect for the ancestral heritage.

In stark contrast to the beauty and jubilance that shimmered throughout the grand mahal, a strikingly beautiful face bore the weight of desolation and vengeance as it gazed intently at its reflection in the ornate mirror of bathroom. Who was none other than Nia.

When she woke up and found herself in a different room, it didn't take her a second to understand the whole thing.

Flashback:

(The lady in the mansion had served herbreakfast laced with sleeping pills at Veeransh's order In her stupor, he took her to Jaisalmer on his private jet.)

The cool droplets of water splashed against her skin from the running tap, concealed her tears but embarked a deep seated rage within that seemed ready to erupt at any moment.

Just the moment she heard a knock on the door. Her initial impulse was to open it, as she assumed that there must be any maid. However, a second thought struck her mind was Veeransh. She hadn't seen him since she had been locked in the room.

Gathering her composure, she answered with a mixture of firmness and nervousness.
"Come in," she said.

A relieving gasp escaped her lips as she spotted an old woman on the door. But in the next instant, her expression turned to one of confusion. Noticing her gesture, the lady offered a gentle smile and replied.

"Hum aapki hone wali Dadi Saas! Humara matlab Veeransh ki Dadi"
("I am your soon to be grandmother-in-law! I mean Veeransh's grandmother.")

For the sake of the rites served by her parents, Nia bent to touch her feet but she held her shoulders midway nodding her head. Passing her an affectionate smile she swept a hand on her cheek.

"Bahut pyaari bachi ho!" And her eyes caught moisture.
("Such a pretty girl!")

Nia was just gazing at her when he extended a large plate draped in a lovely red cloth, towards her. Earning a sly gesture of her eyes, Nia took off the cloth, her eyes grew wider in amazement as she admired the stunning maroon bridal lehenga (gown), mesmerized with intricate gold hand embroidery and delicate pearls that radiated luxury.

The accompanying jewelry set harmoniously complemented the lavish design of the lehenga. The stunning ancestral set captivated her like nothing else, overshadowing all other precious pieces she had ever seen.

"You like it? This is our ancestral jewellery. Now wear it and get ready fast" The lady asked and kept the plate on her dressing table.

"A..aunty..how can" She was still astonished, what she just saw and now she was saying her to wear it? But the lady interrupted.

"Dadi sa(grandma), Veeransh calls me by this name and so do, you have to!" she responded pretending to be in discontent

"Ji! I but this jewellery, I have no right to wear this!" Assuming the deffidence in her voice daadi smiled adorning her innocence.

"You are going to be the daughter -in -law of our family.....and you are asking for your rights?"

"Iss mahal par, Yahan ke logon par, yahan ki har chiz par aur Iss poore Jaisalmer par jitna Veeransh ka hakk hai utna hi aapka bhi hai beta!"

("Beta, you have as much right as Veeransh has on this castle, on the people here and on this entire Jaisalmer")

That's when Nia realised that uncompromisingly she is Veeransh's Daadi afterall.
The woman (Mrs. Sumitra Raghuvanshi) donned in a traditional Rajasthani saree exudes elegance, her confident and opulent outfit highlighting her proud yet gentle demeanor, brilliantly reflecting her regal personality.

"Will see you soon...now get ready!"

"R..rukiye Dadi da" All of sudden something clicked her mind but she hesitated to call her by that name.
("Wa..wait G..grandma!")

She turned around with a smile and gently pulled her cheeks.

"Humein asha lga aapke muh se dadi sunkar, kho kuch chahiye kya?"
("I liked hearing this word from your mouth, do you need something?")

"C..can I have your ph...phone, just for a while I just want to talk with mom" She pleaded.

"Nothing to ask for beta! Keep it for as long as you want!" She placed her phone on the table and left closing the door.

Nia suddenly grabbed the phone and stepped out onto the balcony to make a call. While after instructing something she abruptly ended the call, and deleted the number from her phone.

"Meri zindagi barbaad karke tum mujhe apne ghar ki khushi banana chahte ho na!" Carrying a painful smirk she closed the tap.

"Aaj aisa jashan hoga jo pura Rajasthan sadiyon tak yaad rakhega!"

("Ruining my life, You want me as a charm of your home, right?")
("Today marks a celebration that will be etched in the memories of the entire state of Rajasthan for generations to come.")

The train of her thoughts halted with an another insistent knock drawing her attention. The door opened revealing a lively group of four or five young girls. Each girl was a renowned makeup artist and fashion designer hailing from Australia, known for their innovative styles and impeccable skills. Veeransh had specially hired them for that occasion and their mission was clear: to transform Nia into a stunning bride that would leave everyone in awe.

. . .

On the other side, in the huge garden a highly trained special force consisting exceptionally skilled and muscular men with loaded with firearms stood at attention in precise rows. Each man was fully engaged in listening to the commanding figure positioned before them delivering vital instructions.

"Am I clear to everybody?" The speaker's voice resonated with firm and ambitious tone capturing the unwavering attention of his audience.

"Good! Remember, a single mistake on your part can put your life at stake! I don't feel the need to introduce our boss, right?"
The warning Voice of Viaan Rana crackled the atmosphere with intensity as everyone grappled in cold sweat acknowledging the undeniable weight of their responsibilities, with the mention of their boss 'VEERANSH RAGHUVANSHI'

"Yes Sir!!" Their Voice howled in the entire mahal just to caught Veeransh's attention.

The force headed towards the security just then Viaan saw Veeransh coming to him.

"Rana! Is everything as per my orders?" Placing a cigarette between his lips his voice tensed.

"Yes boss! I have deployed our special force to secure every inch of the Mahal. Our bodyguards are stationed within 50 km of the radius, ready to report the any suspicious activity at the time.
Our fighter jets and helicopters will be patrolling all over the Jaisalmer during the event. The entire Rajasthan police has been alerted to oversee the every checkpoint, inspect every vehicle that passes by!"

"Despite our safety measures, Thakur Saheb is assuming charge of security arrangements of function on his behalf. He will be here in few minutes." He explained maintaining a straight body posture.

"Any information about that dancer?" Veeransh Inhaled a deep puff while his eyes gazed the night sky.

"Not Yet!"

"Then how is he still breathing?"

"B..boss but!"

"That drunkard killed his wife Rana! And physicaly abuses his six years old daughter....Bring her to our Anath Ashrama and chop that bastad!"

"I will make sure" Viaan passed an assuring smile.
"You never disappoints me!" Veeransh patted his shoulder and left.

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The billionaires from all over the world, the regal kings of nearby Riyasat (Regimes), relatives had all gathered for the grand event. As guests began to pour in, the atmosphere was charged with excitement and anticipation enchanting the melodies of traditional musicians in the background and the Rajasthani dancers adding the layer of cultural richness

Mr. Amar Raghuvanshi with his children had just made an entry straight from New York in his personal choppers.

There, Nia unaware of everything seated in front of the huge mirror, adorned in an lavish attire that accentuated her curves flawlessly. Stunning array of jewelry that sparkled under the soft glow of the ambient lighting, contrasting beautifully with her milky skin and enhancing her natural beauty.

The makeup artists had truly outdone themselves; surprisingly they required just an hour of delicate touch-ups, a simple elegant hairstyle and she was ready to outshine any bride in the world.

Out of nowhere Ananya burst into the room, wrapping her arms around Nia from behind with excitement. Startled by the unexpected arrival, Nia stood up and turned around, her mind still tangled in emotional turmoil.

"Oh my god, bhabi (sister in law)! You look absolutely stunning....I'm so proud of bhai's choice!" Ananya exclaimed, placing a smudge of kajal behind her ear.

"A...ap?" Nia stammered, a mix of confusion and surprise etched on her face.
(Y..you?")

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Ananya... your adorable nanand and Veer bhai's little sister!"

"Uh..." Nia started to respond, but Ananya cut her off.

"Oh, bhabhi, we'll chat later! Right now, we need to hurry; everyone is waiting!"

With that, she lifted Nia by the shoulders and bolted towards the door.

NIA'S POV

There he was standing, near the stairs waiting for me, in white sherwani featured with the same embroidery that matched my lehenga as if it had been planned from a long time.
For a moment I actually forgot that I was forced to do that marriage as everything was exactly what I had always wished for, but I just chose to admire him once.

He looked effortlessly breathtaking in the sherwani, as he always do. His long hair was impeccably styled, with just a hint of a beard on his well groomed face emphasizing his sharp jawline. The mesmerizing watch on his wrist complemented his striking dark grey eyes incessantly gazing in mine. I was so entranced by him that I only came back to my senses when he extended his hand towards me.

I snapped back to the reality when I looked around. The whole haveli was charmed by guests and media, constantly clicking our pictures whereas my eyes wandered ony in specific search but end up holding tears in my eyes.

VEERANSH'S POV

The moment I saw her the only thought that crossed my mind was 'MY QUEEN'. I had accomplished a lot in me life but for the first time I felt a genuine pride of my choice in selecting her as my life partner. Afterall she possessed every quality an empress should have; she was stunning, bold, strong, self dependent and most importantly, remarkably mature beyond her age. (Honestly that was never the reason I liked her, I just felt she had become my obsession! Why? How? When? I don't know! BUT TODAY I WILL MAKE HER MINE! ONLY MINE!)

As our eyes met, I felt a surge of emotions and reached out my hand to her, hoping she would take it. However, as I expected, she seemed indifferent, her gaze searching for something-perhaps something I already knew.

I took her hand in mine, earning her fuming stare but I didn't let that deter me. I led her downstairs, trying to keep pace with her as the entire hall was turned dark with a single array of light on us only.

Flowers were showered on us by the family members and relatives from the railing while traditional music played in the background.

Dadi sa came to her led our way to the stage, and we exchanged garlands. The hall reverberated with the sound of claps and firecrackers up in the dark sky.
She didn't shot me a single look throughout the time as I could feel her anger and disappointment in this alliance.

The ceremonial proceedings commenced with the recitation of incantations by the priest, as offerings were made into the sacred flames. Throughout the ritual, she never once glanced in my direction, yet I could sense the fervor burning within her as I grasped her hand to make the sacrifice in the holy fire.

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AUTHOUR'S POV

Meanwhile, Viaan had just received startling news. Before he could relay it to Veeransh, he got a call from the main security server alerting him about the suspicious activity noticed on the way to backyard.

The very first thought kicked by his mind was the secret basement of the Mahal. He was bewildered: only the family members were aware of the location, so how could an outsider know about it?

Veeransh noticed him departing from there and subtly gestured with his eyes, prompting Viaan to dash toward the secret passage with his men.

Shrouded in pitch darkness, the path to the passage was illuminated solely by beams of torches of their guns guiding their way carefully pointing them forward. The iron door to the basement groaned open, as they immediately went on high alert, but to their surprise, the room lay desolate, yet the scattered remnants of splintered containers and the opened backyard door was claiming the information was true.

Suddenly, a thought struck Viaan as he caught a whiff of the liquid that had spilled on the floor from the containers.

"Go check the backyard, you idiots!" he shouted and hushed to the hall.

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"Vadhu ke mata pita kanyadan ke liye aage ayein" As the priest's voice reched to the crowd, family members exchanged anxious glances, except for Veeransh, who remained seated with his usual blank expression.

("The bride's parents should come forward for Kanyadaan.")

Nia's eyes filled with water that she could no longer hold back, as tears streamed down her cheeks.

To ease the intensity of the moment Sumitra ji broke the silence.

"Hum karenge humari bachi ka kanyadan!" She had barely taken a step as another voice echoed the hall turning everybody' eyes to the figure.
("I will do my girl's kanyadan")

"Beshak! Lekin uski maa abhi zinda hai..." Hearing a familiar voice Nia swiftly raised her head only to notice her mother Mrs. Sunidhi Singh was coming from the door with her brother 'Ayaan'.

("As you wish! But her mother is alive yet...")

Everyone smiled with the sense of contentment as Sunidhi ji headed her way to the pavilion (mandap) and sat beside her.

"Don't you dare to cry or I shall give you a tight slap! So do in front of your in laws and husband..." Nia chuckled as Sunidhi ji wiped her tears with a gentle smile.

She stood behind them tieing their knots and caressed a hand on thier heads and came down.

Meanwhile Nia was constantly looking at him with her watery eyes in a mix of confusion and relief. Veeransh pointed on his hand, and this time she placed her hand in his as they both stood up for Phere.

Veeransh felt a slight push on his shoulder when he noticed Viaan was standing there out of breaths.

As Viaan whispered his words in his ears, Veeransh's frown morphed into a mask of seething rage, his fists coiling tight as if ready to unleash a storm. His eyes fixated on one of the men extending his hand and on his single gesture he abruptly passed Veeransh's gun in his hands.

Without bothering to think once He unleashed a deafening shot up into the air reverberating like a thunderclap of fury, igniting terror in the hearts of all who witnessed as his tremorous voice echoed.

"Jab tak yeh shaadi puri nahi hogi, Chahe andhi aaye ya toofan koi apni jagah se nahi hilega!....Aur yaad rahe, phool barasate rehne chahiye warna Unhi phoolon ki mala kal tumhari tasveer par milegi!" His voice screaming dominance, insuring that he was the only one in power.

("Unless this marriage ceremony is completed , no one will move from there spot regardless of any storm or thunder!....And remember flowers must continue to fall or that flower garland may end up decorating your grave")

"Y..Yajman Pheron ka samay beeta ja raha hai" The priest managed to explain in his treambling voice when in the next moment he was praying for his life as Veeransh pointed the gun on his head.
(S..Sir time of phere is running out")

"Ehhh pandit! Chup chap jitne mantar jaruri hain utne hi padh aur nikal yahan se...!" He gritted his teeth, issuing a warning in his mad voice.

("Eh stupid priest! Just recite the needed spells only and get the hell out of here, no need to continue your rubbish")

"Y..Y..Yes Yes!" Preist stammered.

*BOOOOMMMM*

A thunderous blast echoed from backyard, but not enough to tremble a brick of Mahal and a venomous smile curled on Nia's lips.

"Bajao apna band baja aur jab tak main na kahun yeh bajta rahega" He roared with dangerous smirk but his eyes never leaving Nia.

("Continue your band and it should stop unless I say")

His smirk was unfolded with different emotions and something which was beyond everyone's thinking.

He took her hand and began to circle the sacred fire, almost dragging her along, while the priest swiftly chanted spells at the gunpoint aimed at Viaan. The flowers above them constantly bloomed, and the band played their music without a pause.

Just as they completed one round, four or five goons clad in black Pathani suits, their faces covered with cloth, emerged with swords in hand, launching an attack on Veeransh. The moment Nia caught sight of them approaching, she screamed, "Veeeerrrrrr!"

But before the swords could even touch him, he whirled her around, enveloping her in his embrace, and then

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three of the attackers lay sprawled on the ground, shots to their heads.

As the remaining goons closed in from behind, the blade in his gun sprang open, which he had previously concealed against his neck, and the last goon groaned on the ground, blood oozing from his mouth after receiving a fierce kick to his abdomen.

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