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The grand wedding hall of Jaipur was alive with laughter, music, and vibrant decorations. Strings of marigold flowers adorned the entrance, while chandeliers lit the space with a golden glow. Families mingled, exchanging pleasantries, and children ran around creating their own mischief. The Chauhan family was busy ensuring every detail was perfect for their distant cousin’s wedding.
In the middle of all this chaos, Ishita Chauhan stood out like a ray of sunshine. Dressed in a yellow lehenga that shimmered with every movement, she moved around with unmatched energy. Her bangles jingled as she adjusted the flowers on the tables and barked orders at the decorators. Despite the hustle, her bright smile never faltered.
“Bhaiya, yeh phool pink kyun hain? Maine toh orange bola tha! Jaldi change karo!” Ishita shouted, hands on her hips.
Her older brother, Yashvir, watched her with amusement. “Ishita, agar tum nahi hoti, toh shaadi ka kya hota?” he teased.
Ishita spun around, glaring at him. “Hota kya? Disaster hoti, aur sab mujhe blame karte!”
As she walked towards the kitchen to check on the caterers, Ishita couldn’t resist sneaking a ladoo off the table.
“Mumma kehti hain, energy ke liye kuch-kuch khana zaroori hai,” she justified to herself with a giggle.
Unbeknownst to her, someone had been observing her every move.
Virendra Raghuvanshi stood on the opposite end of the hall, a glass of water in his hand. His sharp features and cold demeanor commanded attention wherever he went. At thirty years old, he was known not just for his billion-dollar empire but also for his intimidating presence. Tonight, however, his stoic face betrayed a flicker of emotion.
The moment he laid eyes on Ishita, he felt something he hadn’t in years—a strange pull toward her innocence and joy. She was a stark contrast to everything he was. Where he was silent, she was loud. Where he was cold, she was warm. Yet, something about her made him feel as though she was meant to be his.
“Virendra, tu kya soch raha hai?” Reyansh Shekhawat, his childhood friend, nudged him.
“Woh ladki kaun hai?” Virendra asked, his gaze never leaving Ishita.
Reyansh followed his line of sight and smirked. “Ah, Ishita Chauhan. Harshvardhan Chauhan ki beti. Kyun? Kya tumhari bhi dilchaspiyan shuru ho gayi?”
Virendra ignored his teasing, his mind already spinning a plan. If he wanted Ishita, he would make her his. No one could stop him.
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Across the hall, Ishita was busy fixing a flower garland when her friend Saloni approached her.
“Ishu, yeh tumhara kaam hai ya tumhare parents ka?” Saloni teased.
“Saloni, tu yeh sab samajh nahi sakti. Perfect wedding tabhi hoti hai jab har detail perfect ho,” Ishita declared dramatically, throwing a handful of rose petals in the air.
Saloni laughed. “Aur perfect bride ka kya hoga? Tu kab ready hogi?”
“Bride ki baat chhodo, Saloni! Abhi toh ladoo khaane ka time hai,” Ishita said, sneaking another ladoo.
The two girls giggled as they made their way to the seating area. Virendra, who had been silently observing, couldn’t stop himself from smiling at her antics.
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Later that evening, Ishita’s parents introduced the Raghuvanshi family to the Chauhans. As the families exchanged pleasantries, Virendra’s sharp eyes scanned the room, searching for Ishita.
“Vikram ji, aapka beta kaha hai?” Harshvardhan asked, referring to Virendra.
Vikram Singh Raghuvanshi gestured towards his son. “Virendra waha khada hai. Wo zyada baatein nahi karta, par kaam mein maahir hai.”
Virendra nodded curtly in acknowledgment but didn’t say much. His focus was elsewhere. It wasn’t until Ishita entered the room that his attention snapped back.
“Papa, main ladoo leke aayi,” she announced, carrying a tray of sweets. Her voice was soft and melodic, but her energy filled the space.
When her eyes met Virendra’s, her smile faltered for a moment. His intense gaze made her feel as though he could see right through her. She quickly looked away, focusing on serving the ladoos to everyone.
Reyansh leaned over to Virendra and whispered, “Lagta hai woh tumse thoda dar gayi.”
“Dar lagna zaroori hai,” Virendra replied, his voice cold and calculated.
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After the wedding festivities ended, Ishita returned to her room, exhausted but happy. She flopped onto her bed, scrolling through photos from the day.
Meanwhile, Virendra stood by the window in his room, his mind filled with thoughts of her. He wasn’t a man to act on impulse, but this time, he couldn’t ignore the feeling.
“Yeh ladki meri hai,” he muttered to himself. “Aur mujhe ise apna banane ke liye kisi bhi had tak jaana hoga.”
The gears in his mind started turning as he devised a plan to ensure Ishita would marry him. For Virendra Raghuvanshi, no goal was unattainable, and no one could stand in his way.
Author's Note
Hello, readers!
This is my first post on ScrollStack, and I’m excited to share my thoughts and stories with you. I hope you enjoy this journey with me, and I’d love to hear your feedback and thoughts. Let’s make this experience memorable together!
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Warmly,
Bookishrooh
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