The day had finally arrived-the day when Ruhi Mittal would no longer just be Ruhi Mittal, but Mrs. Ruhi Vedant Singh Rathore. The air was filled with excitement and the promise of something magical. Alongside their wedding, the royal Raj Tilak was also set to take place. First, the sacred wedding rituals, and then the coronation of the new King and Queen.

The Mittal mansion shimmered with lights, flowers, and endless decorations. Artificial waterfalls glittered like diamonds, and tiny crystal animals sparkled under the chandeliers. It was no less than heaven on earth. Finally,the Rathore's came with there baarat,baraaties dancing and enjoying.





THE MITTAL MANSION

Ved looked devastatingly handsome in his ivory sherwani, his presence commanding every gaze. He was charm and elegance personified, a man every girl would sigh for-but today, he belonged to one woman alone.



TAKE A GLIMPSE OF OUR GROOM

The Var Puja was being held and Ruhi's father was there with Ved. After that,the priest announced for the bride and that moment ved's breath hitched in his throat...

And then... she entered.

Ruhi descended the grand staircase slowly, every step delicate, her red lehenga flowing like fire and silk intertwined. Matching jewelry adorned her neck and wrists; silver bangles clinked softly against her henna-decorated hands with his name. Her cheeks glowed crimson, not just from the blush, but from the way Ved's eyes devoured her every movement.



THE DIVINE BRIDE

The world stopped. Every heartbeat hushed.

Ved could not look away. To him, she wasn't just beautiful-she was divine. His goddess. His Ruhi. She slowly came and sat beside him,with her blushing cheeks.

"Hmm... so now I can say you're mine, can't I?" Ved whispered as he leaned closer, his voice husky with emotions. "Mrs. Ruhi Vedant Singh Rathore... my heavenly goddess, my everything."

Ruhi's cheeks turned crimson. She immediately covered her face with her palms, giggling softly in shyness. But Ved wasn't one to let her hide. He gently removed her hands, making her meet his intense gaze.

"Someone is blushing..." Ved teased, his lips curving into a smirk.

"You're flirting with me, Vedant ji?!" Ruhi asked, pretending to frown, though her eyes twinkled with hidden joy.

"I'm not flirting, Ruhi. I'm only saying the truth. You're my wife, and I can't stop myself from admiring you." His words were low, earnest, and full of unspoken promises.

"You're so bad..." Ruhi muttered, her face heating up.

Ved leaned closer, his eyes gleaming. "Bad? You haven't seen anything yet. I can do much more than just flirt. Do you want me to show you?" he whispered, mischief lacing his tone.

Ruhi's heart raced, her cheeks burning even more. "Vedant ji!" she scolded, glaring at him, though her lips betrayed a smile.

Their sweet banter continued as the priest called them forward for the rituals. The mandap was glowing with sacred fire and the fragrance of roses. They sat beside each other, stealing glances, eyes silently confessing what words couldn't.

At one point, Ved leaned in, his gaze fixed entirely on her. "Why are you so beautiful, Mrs. Ruhi Vedant Singh Rathore?" he murmured in her ear.

Ruhi's breath caught. Her cheeks turned crimson red again as she looked down shyly, lips curving into a soft smile.

The rituals continued-the vows, the promises, the sacred pheras. Ved tied the mangal sutra around her neck, his fingers brushing against her skin, and filled her hairline with vermilion, sealing their forever.

"Vivah sampann hua!" the priest declared. ("The marriage is complete.")

Cheers erupted around them. The Rathore family showered blessings as Ved and Ruhi bent down to touch the elders' feet.

But then came an elder's firm voice. "Beta, this is the last time you both will bow. From today, you are the King and Queen. Remember-raja aur rani kabhi jhukte nhi,siwaye bhagwan aur apne jeevansathi ke.

Ved and Ruhi exchanged a glance, a silent promise in their eyes, and then looked back with a soft, proud smile.

The marriage was complete. The love was sealed. And the kingdom had found its King and Queen.

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🌸 The Vidai

The joyous sounds slowly melted into bittersweet ones. The time for Vidai had come. Ruhi's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she hugged her parents one by one, holding them tightly as if her heart didn't want to let go.

"Papa... Mama..." her voice broke, trembling with emotion.

Her mother caressed her head. "Be strong, beta. This is not an end-it is a new beginning. You're not leaving us, Ruhi, you're taking us with you in your heart."

Ruhi's father's eyes too, brimmed with tears, though he tried to hide them with a smile. "From today, you are not just our daughter, Ruhi. You are the Queen. Promise me, you'll always carry yourself with pride."

"I promise, Papa," Ruhi whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks as she clutched her parents tightly.

Ved watched quietly, his heart aching at her pain. Stepping forward, he placed his hand gently on her shoulder. "Don't cry, Ruhi. You're not leaving your family-you're gaining another one."

Her eyes met his, and in that moment, amidst the pain of separation, she found strength.

Finally,now,she entered in the great grand RATHORE MANSION while her eyes looking at the divine and gorgeous decoration that was for the raj tilak.

As the final ritual of kicking the rice pot came, Ruhi nudged it with her foot. The pot rolled forward, rice spilling across the palace floor-a symbol of prosperity entering her new home. And just as she stepped in, flower petals rained from above, blessing the couple.

While the Rathore Palace echoed with laughters and excitement of new bride coming,a different was scene was being unfolded in the courtyard

Ekaansh , our Ved's bestfriend stood smirking as his eyes followed Samaira. She was beautiful, bold, and sharp-tongued-the perfect match to his flirtatious charm.

"You know, Samaira ji," Ekaansh drawled, stepping closer, "for you, I'm willing to spend not just twenty lakhs... but my entire fortune."

Samaira raised an eyebrow, lips curling in amusement. "Bas itni si amount, Mr. Ekaansh? I expected more from you."

He chuckled, slipping an arm around her waist with shameless ease. "Then let's double it. Twenty lakhs more... if you agree to be mine, Mrs. Samaira Ekaansh Singhania."

Samaira pretended to think, then leaned in dangerously close, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "It has time, Ekaansh ji..." she whispered, pressing a quick kiss on his lips before pulling away with a smirk. "Now be patient. I'll see you inside."

With that, she walked off gracefully toward Ruhi, leaving Ekaansh staring after her, stunned and satisfied.

He smirked to himself. Aaj ke baad, she's mine.

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END OF PART 1

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