"Whispers of Fate"

At the Venue

The luxury car came to a smooth halt in front of the grand entrance, cameras flashing wildly as reporters gathered around, waiting for a glimpse of the newly married couple. Vihaan stepped out first, his sharp suit perfectly tailored, exuding power and authority. Without a moment's hesitation, he walked to Mannat's side and opened the door for her.

Mannat hesitated briefly before placing her delicate hand in his. She stepped out gracefully, her emerald green gown flowing elegantly around her.

"Stay by my side," Vihaan leaned in, his deep voice brushing against her ear. As he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers barely grazing her skin, he added in a low, commanding tone, "And don't get scared."

Mannat swallowed hard, gripping his hand tightly as they walked forward. Vihaan didn't miss the slight tremble in her fingers, but he didn't let go-his firm hold was a silent reassurance.

The moment they approached the entrance, a wave of flashing lights and voices hit them.

"Mr. Rajput! You married recently, but there was no grand celebration. Why so secretive?"

"Vihaan sir, was this an arranged marriage or a love marriage?"

"Mrs. Rajput, you've been silent since your marriage. Any special reason?"

Vihaan's sharp gaze swept over the reporters, his jaw tightening. His voice was cold, calculated. "My personal life is not for public entertainment. If there's anything business-related, speak. Otherwise, move aside."

The firm, authoritative answer sent a hush through the crowd, but another reporter stepped in.

"Sir, some say this marriage was just for the business empire. Any truth to that?"

Vihaan's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes darkening with warning. "Keep speculating if that keeps you entertained. My wife and I don't owe anyone an explanation."

With that, he led Mannat inside, shielding her from any further questioning. She clung to his arm slightly, feeling safer in his presence despite his cold demeanor.

As they stepped into the grand ballroom, Vihaan finally loosened his grip, allowing her a moment to breathe.

"Better?" he asked, his voice softer than before.

Mannat nodded, though her heart was still racing.

But before she could fully relax, another set of flashing cameras signaled the arrival of another powerful couple.

Ranveer & Aarya's Arrival

A sleek black car rolled up to the entrance, instantly drawing attention. The media turned, cameras ready as Ranveer stepped out first. Dressed in a perfectly tailored dark navy suit, his presence alone was commanding. Without looking, he walked over to the other side and opened the door.

Aarya hesitated for a split second before stepping out, her burgundy gown hugging her figure perfectly. She looked stunning, but the tension in her shoulders was evident.

Ranveer smirked as he noticed it. "Don't tell me you're nervous?"

Aarya shot him a glare. "You wish."

He chuckled. "Then stop gripping your clutch like you're about to throw it at someone."

She huffed, releasing her hold slightly but refused to acknowledge him further.

Just as they started walking forward, reporters rushed toward them.

"Mr. Rathore, your marriage was quite sudden. Was it love or something else?"