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RUDRANSH'S POV

After that night, I just couldn't look at her. It's not that I hated her as a person-I hated the situation.

Losing control over my own life is something I can't accept easily. But she? She's innocent in all this. Still, the thought of being married, of my life never feeling normal again, makes me feel trapped.

This is exactly why I didn't want marriage in the first place. I thought I could keep my emotions in check, but clearly, I was wrong.

Luckily, Twisha mentioned an important business meeting with clients from abroad.

I used the excuse of taking Maa Sa back to Jaisalmer so that I could also be there. Dadi Sa would never have let me go otherwise, and honestly, I needed the space to clear my head.

Now, it's been a month since we got married. Baapu Sa wants to throw a big reception for our one-month anniversary.

Maa Sa and Twisha are thrilled, planning every little detail, and Twisha is ready to spend our half wealth on makeup , clothes and gifts. Dadi Sa is also excited about showing Vanya to everyone.

I don't get it. Why are they so eager to put her on display? Haven't they thought about how she feels if she wanna to show her face or not?

This whole thing seems uncomfortable, to say the least.

When I reached the haveli, I went straight to greet Dadi Sa. She welcomed me warmly and asked me to sit.

Then, she sent Tara to bring Vanya. Dadi Sa told me, "I had told you son she's a wonderful girl, a perfect daughter-in-law. She's learned so much and handles everything with ease now."

I just nodded, unsure of what to say.

Vanya walked in shortly after, dressed beautifully in a bright pink saree, her face still covered as I had asked.

She looked dignified like a queen, with maids following her, carrying trays of refreshments.

I knew Dadi Sa would want to make some comment about us, so I quickly shifted the conversation to our travel plans.

Vanya excused herself soon after, saying she had tasks to finish, and I stayed with Dadi Sa, talking about work and other things.

Dinner was served, and I have to admit, the food was incredible. Tejveer, who usually loves teasing me, has also been unusually respectful since that garden incident, but now he seems close to Vanya. Oddly, that bothers me.

Once dinner was over, I headed to the guest room, grateful to finally have some space and quiet.

After a lot of thinking, I had decided I needed some legal documents in place. I had my lawyer prepare the papers, listing out everything I wanted clarified and confirmed with Vanya's signature.

But I had no intention of stepping back into that room or facing her directly.

Instead, I called in one of the housemaids, made it very clear that the envelope should go directly to Vanya, and she nodded in understanding before heading off.

These papers felt like my only hope in this whole marriage situation-a way to secure at least a small part of my life that I could control.

I hope she even knew how to sign her name.

After a quick shower, I settled into bed, taking a long drink of the saffron milk a maid had kindly left at my bedside.

Only then did I allow myself to drift off into sleep, hoping this step would bring some clarity or relief.

The next morning, I woke up at 4 a.m., as usual. Instead of using Tejveer's gym, I went to the terrace to do some push-ups and then took a long run through the village lanes and gardens.

People were staring at me like they'd seen a ghost, but I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone.

When I got back to the haveli after sunrise, I noticed a few people in the yard, with Tauji sitting on a chair and Tejveer by his side.

As I walked up, the people fell silent and stared at me as if I'd done something wrong. Their behavior was strange.

Tauji gestured to Tejveer, who told the people, "We'll look into it. Please come with me," and then led them away.

Curious, I asked Tauji, "What's going on?"

He looked tense. "A body was found last night near the forest's edge-a potter's son. It's a dangerous area."

I felt uneasy.

"But don't worry, child," Tauji continued, trying to reassure me. "It's likely a wild animal's doing."

I nodded, but I couldn't stop thinking about it.

"Don't stress yourself," he said, tapping my shoulder. "Your Taiji is so excited about the reception tonight. Go on, get ready."

I headed to my room, grabbed my clothes from the suitcase, and went to the bathhouse.

Tara came my way and led me to another bathroom saying that the one I was using is under cleaning.

I removed my clothes and wrapped a cloth in my lower region in changing area.

The moment I stepped into the snangrih, the world outside vanished. My gaze locked onto her-standing by the water, unaware of my presence.

She was draped in a thin, white cotton saree that clung to her damp skin, molding to each delicate curve with an effortless elegance.

Her back was to me, and every inch of her posture radiated a quiet grace that held me captive.

The light caught on her long, dark hair, wet and trailing down her back, each strand glistening with tiny droplets that traced slow paths along her skin.

Her bare shoulders rose and fell gently, as if her entire being was attuned to a rhythm I couldn't hear.

The air was thick with the soft, heady scent of jasmine and sandalwood, and I felt it wrap around me, drawing me even closer.

I took a step toward her, slow and silent, almost afraid to break the spell that surrounded her.

Every instinct urged me to reach out, to close the last bit of space between us, but I held back, caught in the exquisite tension.

I didn't know who she was-yet somehow, it felt like I'd known her forever.

I took another step, but my foot brushed against the edge of a small vase, making it clink softly against the marble floor.

She heard it, her head turning toward the sound, and in that moment, everything shifted.

When she turned, I saw her face fully for the first time, and the air seemed to leave my lungs.

She was breathtaking-a vision of delicate features and striking beauty, like something out of a dream.

Her dark, expressive eyes held a soft intensity that felt like they could see right through me, framed by long, wet lashes that clung together.

Her skin was like porcelain, glowing faintly in the soft morning light that filtered in, and her lips, slightly parted in surprise, were the perfect shade of rose, full and inviting.

The gentle slope of her cheekbones and the slender curve of her jaw made her look almost unreal, like a masterpiece carefully crafted by an artist.

I felt rooted to the spot, unable to tear my gaze away from her face. There was something hauntingly familiar about her, yet it felt like I was seeing beauty for the first time, raw and unfiltered.

I knew it was wrong, that I shouldn't be standing here watching her like this, especially without her permission or knowing who she was. But I couldn't bring myself to turn away.

I stepped forward, my foot moving almost instinctively toward her, each step bridging the distance between us.

Her hair fell in dark, silky waves around her shoulders, and I reached out, wanting to touch just one strand, to feel its softness between my fingers.

But before I could even brush my hand against her hair, she turned, catching sight of me.

Her eyes widened in shock, and without a word, she darted away, slipping out of the room with a graceful swiftness that left me standing there, hand frozen mid-air, with nothing but the echo of her presence lingering in the space she'd left behind.

I was left restless, eager to know who she was. I couldn't shake the need to find out everything about her. But standing there, half-dressed with my chest bare, I couldn't just walk out like this.

I finished my bath quickly, heading to the changing room to put on some clothes, though I knew she'd likely be gone by the time I returned.

As I stepped out into the hallway, the emptiness hit me. There was no one in sight-not even a trace of her presence.

A strange sense of disappointment settled over me.

Tara had led me to the snangrih, so she might know who the mysterious woman was.

I had to find her.

But before I could search for Tara, a maid approached and informed me that Dadi Sa was calling.

I followed her to the dining room where Dadi Sa sat with the rest of the family. I bent down to touch her feet, and she blessed me warmly. "Have breakfast, son; we're leaving in an hour," she said.

I nodded, taking a seat. Even as I ate, my thoughts kept wandering back to the snangrih. Once breakfast was over, I called for a maid and asked her to bring Tara to me.

Minutes later, I was standing outside the haveli, waiting. Everyone else was ready to leave-Dadi Sa and Vanya were already seated in the car I would drive, while Tejveer and Taiji were in another.

We had a couple of cars carrying gifts and essentials, too. But Tara was nowhere to be seen.

"Rudransh, what are you waiting for? We're getting late," Dadi Sa called from the car.

Just then, the maid came running back and said, "Hukum, Tara ji's brother came early this morning and took her home."

Frustrated, I signaled to Harsh, one of my most trusted men. I told him to bring Tara to Jaisalmer as soon as she was free from her family obligations.

With a sigh, I joined Dadi Sa and Vanya in the car, and we finally set off for Jaisalmer.

After hours on the road, we finally reached home. Twisha and Maa Sa had decorated the entire place beautifully, transforming it into something straight out of a dream.

Maa Sa greeted Vanya warmly, with all the affection and care a mother could give.

Once I'd freshened up, I joined everyone in the dining hall. The room was alive with laughter and conversation. Twisha and Tejveer clung to Vanya like they always did, as if she was their anchor.

I took my seat, and soon enough, Vanya was serving me. I couldn't deny it-everything she cooked had a taste that lingered, rich with a warmth that was becoming all too familiar.

After the meal, I went to my room and headed straight to the balcony. The soft breeze made me think about the woman I saw earlier.

I knew it was wrong to keep thinking about her as a married man, but there was nothing like love between us-this marriage had been forced on me.

My thoughts broke when Vanya stepped out of the bathroom, her face covered with a veil. I was confused. Why was she here?

She walked to the couch and lay down, ignoring me. I walked over to her and asked, "What are you doing here?"

With her back to me, she wrapped herself in a blanket and said, "I need to stay here so no one suspects anything is wrong between us."

I knew she had a point. I didn't want to cause tension in the family either.

Then I asked her, "Did you sign the papers?"

She was silent, so I asked again, more firmly, "Vanya, did you sign them?"

Finally, she shook her head and said, "No."

Anger flared up in me. Why hadn't she signed? Did she have some hidden agenda for herself and my family?

"You must have some plan," I said angrily. "Just tell me what you want."

She stood up and replied sharply, "All I ever wanted was respect from you, but I realize now I was asking the wrong person."

I was stunned. No one had ever spoken to me like that. Her audacity stung. "Don't you dare raise your voice at me," I warned.

"Why? Are you the only one allowed to yell here?" she shot back.

I lost my patience. "I know women like you, looking to marry rich men for their money. That's why you won't sign. But let me be clear-I will never love you. I don't even want to see your face. I just want you out of my life as soon as possible."

She didn't flinch. Instead, she walked to the changing room, grabbed the documents, and signed them. She looked me straight in the eye, threw the signed papers in my face, and stormed out.

It all happened so fast, and I felt no regret for what I said. Still, I knew I'd crossed a line, even if I had my reasons.

Too exhausted to think about it any further, I went to bed.

The next morning, I went to the gym for a long workout and returned to my room to freshen up.

While I was typing on my laptop, someone knocked. I told them to come in, expecting my coffee-but to my surprise, it was Tara.

I stood up quickly. "Is everything okay? Is there any problem at home?"

She laughed and said, "Don't worry, bhaisa. Everything's fine! Actually, I'm an aunt now-my brother's son was born yesterday."

I congratulated her and gave her some money as a gift for her new nephew.

As she turned to leave, I hesitated before asking, "Tara... who was the woman in the snangrih yesterday when you left me there?"

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