Rudransh's POV

When we finally arrived at the haveli, the sight that met us was nothing short of spectacular. I couldn't help but feel a flicker of pride as I saw my family waiting to welcome us with such warmth. It reminded me of what I'd left behind and, in some ways, what I was now returning to.

Tauji was the first to approach me. He'd missed the wedding, his duties as the Sarpanch holding him back.

He hugged me tightly, blessing me in his own stern but affectionate way.

Tejveer joined her, joining his hands. Though we shared a family bond, there was something about Tejveer I always found hard to connect with. Yet, his gesture today held a rare sincerity, and I returned his smile with a polite nod.

After every ritual dadi sa said tara to take Vanya to her room.

Practically now our room.

But I asked tejveer to show me bathroom so that I can atleast feel fresh and relaxed.

Tejveer walked with me down the hall, and I was honestly amazed by everything I saw. The haveli was beautiful-high ceilings, detailed woodwork, and grand chandeliers.

Each corner seemed to speak of our family's history and tradition, filling me with a quiet pride. This place was more than a home; it was a legacy.

We stopped in front of a large wooden door. Tejveer opened it, smiling as he said, "Here you go, Bhai sa-a real royal bath for royal people."

Inside was a hamam, a traditional bath that looked almost like a palace room.

In the center was a big pool, surrounded by smooth stone, and the air smelled of sandalwood and rose. Brass pots filled with oils and herbs sat around, giving the place a calming, rich feel.

"Pretty amazing, isn't it?" Tejveer teased, noticing my reaction.

I nodded, feeling proud. This wasn't just any place; it was a piece of our heritage, our history.

"Thanks, Tejveer," I said as I stepped inside. As the door closed, I took a deep breath, feeling honored to be part of something so grand and meaningful.

After a relaxing bath, I stepped out and changed into the maroon kurta Maa Sa had set aside for me, mentioning the welcoming puja for my so-called married wife.

Once ready, I headed straight to the courtyard where the ceremony was set up.

I greeted the elders respectfully, touching their feet, and exchanged polite nods with important members of the village alongside Tauji.

Soon, I heard Dadi Sa calling everyone over. I took my place and watched as Tara walked in with... Vanya.

Her face was hidden beneath her veil, yet her walk had this quiet grace. She was dressed in a red lehenga, and somehow, even from a distance, she looked almost unreal.

As she sat beside me, a soft fragrance filled the air around her-roses mixed with sandalwood but it was honey sweet before .

Why the hell I'm noticing this?

The puja began, and I focused, trying to ignore any unnecessary thoughts.

Afterward, Maa Sa handed me a plate of prasad with fruits, sweets, and halwa. The aroma alone was tempting, rich with ghee, and I couldn't resist. I finished it all in one go, savoring each bite. It tasted incredible, the best halwa I'd ever had.

Maa Sa asked, "How was the prasad?"

I replied without hesitation, "It was the best halwa I've ever had. Could I have more?"

She beamed, saying proudly, "Of course! Why wouldn't it be? My best bahu made it. Here, have some more."

Hearing that, my smile faded. I politely declined, excusing myself, mentioning I needed to join Tauji and that there was just too much ghee in it for me.

After that, Tauji and Dadi Sa led me to the entrance, where the villagers had gathered to bless and welcome us.

I stood there, folding my hands to greet everyone who had come to bless me and my family. The men began distributing prasad to everyone present, sharing the joy and warmth of the day.

By the time we gathered in the dining room, it was nearly 2 p.m. Unlike what I'd grown used to, there were no fancy tables or chairs.

We were to sit on the floor, with small chaukis set in front of each person to hold the food, and soft cushions to sit on.

It felt different, but there was something grounding about it. For a moment, I wished Twisha and Bapusa could be here, sharing this meal.

Then I heard the soft chime of payal-Vanya was entering with the maids, each carrying food. I didn't even need to look to know it was her.

Dadi Sa's voice broke my thoughts, "First serve your husband, Vanya, then sit beside him."

She came and quietly sat down beside me, serving the food with care. There was gatte ki sabzi, bajre ki roti, ker sangri, panchmel dal, kadhi, chawal, papad, and dahi.

Surprisingly, she didn't serve me lehsun ki chutney. How did she know I didn't like it?

I was about to start eating when Dadi Sa stopped me, "Vanya, feed your husband the first bite."

The idea of being fed by her hand felt strange, even uncomfortable, but I couldn't argue with Dadi Sa.

Vanya offered me the first bite, and as I tasted it...I wasn't sure if it was the food itself or just the way she fed it to me, but it was delicious.

Dadi Sa praised her, "Vanya, beta, everything is delicious."

Tejveer chimed in with enthusiasm, "Oh, Bhabhi Sa, this is the best food I've ever had! You're an amazing cook."

Maa Sa smiled with approval, also praising her.

I finished the meal in silence, my mind unsettled. Everyone was impressed, but I wasn't sure what I felt. The food was... good, though I found myself unwilling to admit it.

I spent the afternoon taking a nap since I hadn't slept the whole night. Just as I was getting comfortable, Tejveer barged in, practically jumping on me to wake me up.

Why is he always so annoyingly hyper? Sometimes I wish he'd just grow up.

Already irritated, I was about to dismiss him when he started his usual pleading. "Bhaisa, I know you'll be busy with work starting tomorrow, so come enjoy the evening with me and my friends. I'll show you around!"

I denied him flatly, but he kept begging, adding, "I promise I'll make sure you're back to your room before... your suhaag raat."

I clenched my fist, barely holding back from punching him, but finally nodded. He cheered like a hyper cheerleader, thrilled at my agreement.

We went to the mango orchard near the haveli. It was a beautiful spot, with a soft breeze and a calming shade under the trees. Sunset was approaching, casting a warm glow over everything.

Tejveer's friends joined us, and he introduced me around. We all sat on a charpai, but as they began chatting about random nonsense like teenage boys, I felt restless and decided to leave.

Just then, one of his friends commented, "Bhaisa, you're really a kind man to marry someone like Vanya Di."

The mention of her name from this stray boy made my anger spike.

Another chimed in, "Yes, you're one of the richest men in the country, and you married a girl who can't even stand beside you in public. We're proud of you, Bhaisa."

The next boy was about to open his mouth, but I didn't wait-I punched him hard, and he stumbled to the ground.

I controlled myself and said, "I don't want to see any of you near the haveli again. Got it?"

They all looked terrified and quickly ran off.

Tejveer apologized, "I'm sorry, Bhaisa, they're idiots. Let's go-it's getting late."

I was too angry to even respond, so I just left the orchard, ignoring Tejveer's calls from behind.

After wandering for a while, I found myself sitting by a quiet pond, lost in thought. The ringing of my phone interrupted me-it was Maa Sa, asking where I was and if I was safe.

I assured her I was fine and told her I was heading back.

I came back to the haveli and went straight to Maa Sa's room. The moment she saw me, she hurried over, worry evident on her face.

"Are you hurt anywhere, my son?" she asked, her voice full of concern.

I shook my head. "No, Maa Sa, I'm fine."

She frowned. "Where were you? Tejveer said you wandered off alone. I was so worried. Why do you do things like this?"

I assured her, "I'm sorry, Maa Sa. I won't do it again, I promise."

She softened and said, "Come with me, have some dinner first. Vanya is waiting for you too, son... you didn't treat her right. Eat something, and then go to your room."

Hearing Vanya's name brought back a wave of irritation. I didn't want to go near her, but I managed to reply, "No, Maa Sa, I'm not hungry. I just want to sleep."

Maa Sa knew I usually skipped dinner after a heavy meal, so she didn't push it. But she accompanied me to my room, giving me one last piece of advice. "Always respect her, she is your ardhangini, your better half."

I nodded, and she left.

As I entered the room, I noticed how it had been decorated, ready for a honeymoon night.

Vanya sat on the bed, dressed in her bridal outfit, surrounded by rose petals. She looked beautiful, but I felt nothing.

Ignoring the setup, I headed to the changing area, quickly swapping into a T-shirt and pants.

I returned to the room, bypassed the bed, and settled onto the couch, closing my eyes and trying to drift off.

In the silence, the stillness of the room was broken by a soft, hesitant voice calling out, "Rudransh ji..."

I remained silent, pretending not to hear her, hoping she would take the hint and leave me alone.

"Rudransh ji, are you up?" she tried again, her voice a little louder this time, but still gentle.

I kept my eyes closed, refusing to respond. I had no interest in engaging with her.

But as I felt her hand inching closer, I felt my patience waning. I shot up from the couch, my sudden movement causing her to flinch back.

"What do you want?" I snapped, unable to hide the irritation in my voice.

She hesitated for a moment, as if searching for the right words. "Are you... angry?"

Her tone was soothing, almost too soft for my liking. I clenched my fists, keeping my expression cold and distant. "No, nothing. Go and sleep," I replied curtly, hoping to dismiss her.

But she was relentless. "Did something happen?" she pressed, concern lacing her voice.

That question struck a nerve, and I felt a rush of frustration. It was as if the floodgates had opened, and I couldn't hold back my feelings any longer.

I stood up, my heart racing with anger, and almost yelled, "Yes! You happened!"

I could see her shock as my voice echoed in the room. I took a step closer, my anger boiling over.

"You're the single misfortune that stole my peace. Why did you marry me? For money? I could have given you that without ruining my life. Do you have any idea what you've done to me?"

Each word was laced with venom, and I felt a sense of satisfaction in letting it all out.

She stood there, trembling slightly, her hands clasped in front of her as if seeking comfort from herself.

I took another step toward her, lowering my voice but not my anger. "This face... I don't want to see it. If I will not lift this veil, I don't have to look at you , right.Then I will not lift in my life. It feels like a curse to be tied to you."

My words hung heavily in the air, cutting through the tension.

I had to get away from this situation. "So, do me one favor - don't ever show me your face again. Just... stay away from me."

Without waiting for a response, I turned on my heel and stormed out of the room, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't bear to look back.

The silence that followed my outburst felt suffocating, and I needed to escape. I walked away, the weight of my words hanging in the air like a heavy fog, leaving her standing there in stunned silence.