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He was born into power.
Sarthak Singhania - the prince of a royal Hindu lineage, CEO of a billion-dollar empire, and a man raised to rule, not to feel.
He doesn't believe in love.
Doesn't trust...
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Shivani’s POV I stood in front of my wardrobe, staring at the lehenga I had chosen weeks ago. The rich maroon fabric shimmered softly, embroidered delicately in gold. I had decided—I would wear only this. Simple, elegant… and enough to let the world see me without losing myself.
Tanya popped her head in, smirking. “Are you sure this isn’t a marriage of convenience? You might still need to dress for photos.”
I groaned, rolling my eyes, but let her fuss over me anyway.
“Arre Shivi… bilkul pagal ho! (Shivi… you’re totally crazy!)” Tanya laughed, slipping bangles onto my wrists. The gold jewelry sparkled under the morning sun, jingling softly as she adjusted them.
Riya peeked in from the doorway, a gentle smile on her face. “You look… beautiful, Shivi. But don’t forget your heart today.”
I bit my lip, trying not to choke on the emotion. Tanya held up a small silver charm. “Yeh nazar ka tikka hamesha bachke rakhna… warna kya pata kaun kaun teri life mein tang karne aaye! (Keep this anti-evil eye charm safe… you never know who might try to trouble your life!)”
Riya chimed in, teasing, “Haan aur yaad rakhna… aaj ke baad koi bhi drama tolerate nahi karna. Samjhi? (Yes, and remember… after today, don’t tolerate any drama. Got it?)”
I laughed softly, feeling lighter than I had in days. The tension of the past week seemed to melt away in their playful bickering, their care, their love.
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Tanya’s POV
I stepped back, smirking as I held up my phone. “Chalo, pehle humari memory ke liye ek photo to banta hai! (Come on, at least one photo for memory!)”
Riya nodded, fussing with Shivani’s dupatta. “Haan, ekdum full glamour mein! (Yes, full-on glamour!)”
I positioned us carefully. Shivani in the center, radiant and nervous, Riya’s gentle encouragement on one side, my smirk on the other. I clicked the camera, freezing the moment: three girls, inseparable, ready to face whatever the world threw at us.
