What happens when two rivals, each determined to outshine the other, find themselves bound together in the most unexpected twist of fate-an arranged marriage? Sparks fly, tensions rise, and a rollercoaster of emotions unfolds as they navigate their...
The residences of the royal families of Jaipur and Jaisalmer were alive with a medley of festive sounds—dhol beats, laughter, and the murmur of busy preparations. The Rajputs and the Jadejas were basking in the excitement of the season, gearing up for the grand union of Kabir Rajput, the crown prince of Jaipur, and Tara Jadeja, the princess of Jaisalmer. It was a wedding the entire country had been waiting for—the perfect royal match.
Their story seemed straight out of a fairy tale. Tara and Kabir met through their siblings, Ishaan Rajput and Myra Jadeja, who were college best friends. Ishaan's effortless charm and Myra's sharp wit had forged an unshakable bond during their university years. When Ishaan introduced his elder brother to Myra's younger sister, sparks flew. The rest, as everyone said, was history.
Yet, even fairy tales have their undercurrents.
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I leaned back in my chair, trying to focus on the proposal sprawled across my desk. The AJ Project was ambitious, requiring careful coordination with none other than Myra Jadeja. The thought of my soon-to-be sister-in-law made me smirk. Myra was sharp, relentless, and undoubtedly one of the most formidable business minds I'd encountered. Working with her was both a challenge and, admittedly, a thrill.
But as I stared at the numbers, my mind wandered to Tara. In just a month, she would become my wife. My Tara—warm, kind, and effortlessly beautiful. Three years of love had brought us here, and I couldn't wait to start our life together.
"Bhai!" Ishaan's voice pulled me from my thoughts as he barged into my office, his expression a mix of exasperation and amusement. "What are you doing here? Tara called me five times, asking where you are. She's furious because you're not picking up her calls."
I glanced at my phone, lifeless on the desk. "Damn. It must've died while I was working."
"Well, you better make up for it because she's got Myra on her side now, and trust me, you don't want to face those two together," Ishaan quipped.
I sighed, standing up and grabbing my coat. "Let's go. We need to pick Myra up from her office anyway. Tara's probably waiting for her to approve half her wardrobe."
"You mean she can't pick her bridal outfits without Myra? Man, I thought Tara was marrying you, not her sister," Ishaan teased, laughing.
"She's her confidante. And besides, Myra has impeccable taste. I trust her judgment," I replied nonchalantly.
As we headed to the car, Ishaan shot me a knowing look. "You know, you could try talking to her about something other than work. She's not just a business rival, Kabir."
"Like what?" I asked, genuinely puzzled.
"Like normal stuff. Hobbies, life, literally anything that doesn't involve contracts or deadlines."
