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Yesterday, the royal family released a statement regarding our marriage, and it shocked everyone.

Our fabricated love story has been carefully crafted to suggest that we met at the orphanage several years ago and have been in love ever since. We're purportedly already engaged, so there's no issue with attending parties.

What a lie they are spinning.

I received twenty calls from Mahira, but I blocked her number, and I've since changed my mobile number and phone. She deceived me for some money, mocking me in front of everyone.

I can hardly believe how quickly these five days have flown by, and now I sit in my bridal attire.

It's incredibly heavy, making it difficult for me to stand properly. As I glance at my reflection in the mirror, I see a large, ornate necklace resting heavily on my chest. A massive, circular tikka adorns my forehead, and a large nath accompanies my nose pin.

Five makeup artists are working on me simultaneously, braiding my hair into a ponytail.

I adamantly refused additional makeup, knowing the reactions I would provoke. Instead, I opted for just kohl on my eyes and a striking red bindi on my forehead.

One of the makeup artists exclaimed, "Ranisa, the red color was made for you. You look like a celestial nymph descended to Earth."

I chuckled at her remark.

My gaze fell upon my palm, where his name was etched in the intricate mehendi design. A wave of sadness washed over me. It's been four days since I last saw him.

I know nothing about his work, nor do I know if he loves someone else and will continue to do so after our marriage.

I can endure many things, but I cannot tolerate infidelity.

My thoughts were interrupted when Tejaswi Maah entered the room, gazing at me with affection. "It's time."

I took a deep breath and stood. A new life, which I have embraced on my own, awaits me-a life that may bring destruction.