Vanya's POV

Love was never this beautiful to me. It had always felt like a debt—something I had been repaying endlessly, without expecting anything in return.

I never believed I deserved to be loved, never imagined that someone would cherish me the way he does. But the past few weeks have changed everything.

And the reason for that change? The man lying over me, his head resting on my stomach, his arms wrapped possessively around my waist as if he owns every part of me. And maybe he does.

A soft smile tugs at my lips as I run my fingers through his messy hair, relishing the way he leans into my touch, completely at ease. His face, so relaxed and breathtakingly handsome, looks almost boyish in his sleep.

My heart swells at the sight—at the realization that this powerful, intense man, who once seemed so untouchable, is now mine.

My morning couldn’t be better than this.

I never thought love would feel like this—like home. But now, wrapped in his arms, with his heartbeat echoing against mine, I finally understand.

It was almost 11, and I knew I had to get ready. Carefully, I tried to free myself from Rudransh’s tight grip. Even in sleep, he held onto me like a child refusing to let go of his favorite thing. I bit my lip to keep from laughing as I finally slipped away, tiptoeing toward the washroom.

As soon as I stepped inside, a soothing mix of rose and sandalwood filled my senses. It was calming yet overwhelming at the same time. Before I could take it all in, one of the maids approached me with a respectful bow.

“Hukum has ordered us to prepare you, Bai Sa,” she said with a warm smile.

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. Oh, Ansh… He’s impossible.

Still, I let them do their work. After having soothing bath ,within minutes, I was dressed in a breathtaking pink lehenga, the embroidery delicate yet regal. My makeup was minimal, just enough to highlight my features, and my jewelry was kept light, allowing the outfit to shine. As a final touch, I let my hair cascade down my back, weaving in fresh pink roses.

When I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but pause. There was something about this look—something royal, something powerful. For the first time in a long while, I truly felt like a queen.

With a small smile, I stepped out into the corridor, making my way to the kitchen. But before I could reach, Devar Sa came into my path, a playful yet determined glint in his eyes. Without a word, he bent down and touched my feet.

“Bhabhi Maa, hum jaante the aap phir se bahu banne ki poori koshish karengi,” he said, straightening up with a teasing smirk. “Par hum aapki koshish  kaamyab nahi hone denge.”

I raised a brow. “Aisa nahi hai, Tejveer . Aaj waise bhi maine kuch nahi—”

Before I could finish, he cut me off with a knowing grin.

“Naa, naa, Bhabhi Maa! Humein kuch nahi sunna. Aaj hum aapko Bhai Sa ka din bigadne nahi denge. Chaliye, humare saath.”

I sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing. Instead, I followed him as he led me through the back of the Haveli.

And then, I stopped in my tracks.

There, standing tall and majestic, was a beautifully decorated chariot, its golden details gleaming in the sunlight. Two stunning white horses were harnessed to it, their coats shining as they stood proudly in place.

My lips parted in awe. Was this… for me?

He smirked, bowing slightly before saying, "Chaliye, Rani Sa. Bhai sa ko aur intezaar mat karwaiye."

I frowned slightly, glancing around. " Par tejveer , Rudransh kaha hai? Aur baaki sab log?"

He let out an exaggerated sigh, dramatically holding his head as if I had asked the most obvious question in the world. "Offo, Bhabhi Maa! Sab wahi hain jaha sabko hona chahiye. Aap chaliye, Bhai Sa ko aur intezaar mat karwaiye."

With a teasing smile, he extended his hand toward me.

I placed my hand in his, stepping into the chariot. As soon as I settled inside, my breath hitched. The interior was just as mesmerizing as the outside—plush velvet cushions, golden embroidery, and soft silk drapes that gave it a regal feel.

For a moment, I felt like a fairytale princess, just like Cinderella in her enchanted carriage.

Before we set off, Devar Sa turned to the driver, giving him strict safety instructions, ensuring everything was in place. Once satisfied, he nodded, and with a flick of the reins, the horses began to move.

As the chariot rolled forward, a flutter of anticipation stirred in my chest.

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The cool breeze kissed my skin as I peeked outside the chariot, taking in the mesmerizing view. Towering mountains , their peaks brushing against the clear blue sky. The lush greenery stretched as far as my eyes could see, and the rhythmic rustling of leaves filled the air with a soothing melody.

Not to forget, a fleet of cars trailed behind us—a subtle yet firm reminder of my security.

Safety—noted.

The journey took an hour, but I hardly felt the time pass, lost in the breathtaking scenery. When we finally arrived at our destination, I stepped out of the chariot, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.

The sight before me was nothing short of divine.

A magnificent temple stood nestled between the mountains, its golden spire gleaming under the morning sun. The air was thick with the fragrance of incense and fresh flowers, a sense of serenity washing over me.

At the temple entrance, maids stood in perfect rows, their hands filled with flower petals, while a plush red carpet was laid out for me to walk upon.

A shiver of excitement coursed through me. My heart pounded in my chest, anticipation bubbling within me.

I can’t wait to see you, my husband.

As I walked down the aisle, my heart beat faster with every step. The temple was breathtaking, surrounded by towering mountains. The air smelled of sandalwood and fresh flowers, and the soft glow of diyas made everything feel magical. The stone walls, carved with intricate designs, told stories of devotion and time. It was peaceful, almost unreal.

My footsteps echoed in the grand hall as I took in the beauty around me. Just then, a deep, familiar voice broke the silence.

“Aane ke liye shukriya, Rani Sa,” he said.

I turned, and the sight in front of me took my breath away.

Rudransh.

He stood before me like a vision from the past—raw, powerful, and breathtaking. Dressed in a simple white dhoti, his sculpted abs and broad shoulders were on full display, a cream-colored cloth draped loosely over him. The soft temple lights cast shadows over his chiseled chest, highlighting every ridge and curve. A rudraksh mala rested around his strong neck, adding to his regal, almost divine aura.

His deep green eyes held an intensity that sent shivers down my spine, framed by thick, tousled hair and a sharp jaw dusted with light stubble.

“Breathe, Rani Sa,” he smirked, amusement dancing in his eyes.

I let out a sharp breath, realizing I had actually forgotten to breathe.

I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could say anything, he did something unexpected.

He knelt.

Right there, in the middle of the temple, Rudransh Tanwar, the man who was always in control, dropped to both knees before me.

He said, Parvati si tapasya apne ki m shiv sa intezar nhin krr skta..duria janmo si thi par sath sadiyon k mangne yaha ayya hoon. Jaise kan- Kan mein shiv vaise hi meri har sans mein app basi ho..kya app janmo tak humari banengi??

Tears welled up in my eyes as I held both his hands and sank to his level, wrapping him in a tight embrace. My emotions poured out in silent sobs, my heart overwhelmed by his love.

He gently caressed my head and whispered, "My queen, don't cry... I did all this not for your tears, but for your smile."

Then, with a teasing smile, he asked, "Re chorri banegi mahri ghar-aali? Karegi mahre se byah ?"

A smile broke through my tears as I looked into his eyes and whispered, "I'm already urs ".

He cupped my cheeks, his touch warm and reverent. "I know, but for the first time you could not feel the happiness that was your due. So today, in front of Mahadev and Mata Parvati... will you marry me again?"

I could barely hold back my emotions as I smiled and replied, " Ji hukum."

We took our seven vows again, circling the sacred fire under the divine presence of Lord Mahadev and Goddess Parvati. As Rudransh filled my hairline with vermillion, a little fell onto my nose—a sign of endless blessings.

In that moment, it was just us, the sacred mantras, and an aura of magic surrounding us.

With folded hands, we bowed before the deities, seeking their blessings. And just like that, I was married again—to the man who had always been mine.