Chapter 1
Author pov
Mussoorie, the majestic "Queen of the Hills", was abuzz with excitement as the royal wedding venue of Armaan and Riya came alive with splendor. The air was electric with anticipation, the decor a testament to the grandeur of the occasion. Outside, the wedding procession marched on, its vibrant rhythms and melodies filling the air. Pandit ji's voice boomed, calling the groom to the mandap. Armaan Khurana, a towering figure at 6.2 feet, with a chiseled physique and captivating presence, emerged, his face a mask of calm composure.
But just as the ceremony was about to unfold, a frantic cry pierced the air. "Riya didi is not in her room! She's gone!" a distraught girl exclaimed, her words sending shockwaves through the assembly. Gasps and whispers erupted, as if the very fabric of the occasion had been torn apart. Riya's father, his face red with rage, lashed out at the hapless girl, his accusations hanging in the air like a challenge.
As the sound of the slap reverberated through the air, Armaan's gaze shifted to the girl, his eyes locking onto her with an unnerving intensity. Tani Kapoor, with her ethereal beauty, stood frozen, her blue eyes brimming with tears. Her long, open hair cascaded down her back like a golden waterfall, framing her heart-shaped lips and fair skin. She looked like an innocent fairy, vulnerable and delicate. Yes she is the girl who told about this disaster
Riya's father, still fuming, raised his hand to strike Tani again, but Armaan caught his wrist, his grip like a vice. The older man spun around, taken aback by Armaan's sudden intervention.
Mr. Adhiraj Khurana, Armaan's grandfather, stormed into the scene, his voice thundering like a command. "The wedding will proceed today, as planned!"
Riya's father, still seething, sneered, "Fine, I'll fetch my younger daughter Priya to marry Armaan."
But Mr. Khurana's expression turned apoplectic. "You dare suggest that my grandson marry your wayward daughter? Never!"
The assembly gasped, confusion etched on their faces. Mr. Khurana's words hung in the air like a challenge.
Then, in a stunning turn of events, Mr. Khurana ordered Armaan to marry Tani instead. "Go to the mandap with Tani, now!"
Armaan's eyes widened in shock, but his grandfather's glare brooked no argument. "Did you not hear me, Armaan? Marry this girl
Armaan took Tani by the hand and dragged her to the pavilion, his face a mask of determination. Tani struggled to free herself, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. "Let me go, Armaan! Please!" she begged, but her words fell on deaf ears.
Mr. Ashok Kapoor, Tani's father, rushed forward, his face twisted in a mixture of greed and fear. He had kept Tani's illness a secret, exploiting her vulnerability for his own gain. Now, as he saw her being married off to the wealthy Armaan, he trembled with anxiety. "Stop this wedding!" he shouted, but his protests were laced with self-interest. He wasn't concerned about Tani's well-being; he was worried about losing his free labor, his ticket to a life of luxury.
The Khurana family's bodyguards trained their guns on the crowd, silencing Mr. Ashok's protests. Tani's cries grew louder, her body shaking with sobs as she pleaded with Armaan to stop the wedding. But her words were drowned out by the pandit's chanting, and the rituals continued with ruthless efficiency.
As the pandit declared them husband and wife, Tani's body went limp, and she fainted into Armaan's arms. Mr. Ashok's face turned pale, his eyes darting around the room with a desperate gleam. He rushed to her side, feigning concern, but his words were hollow. "My daughter, my daughter!" he cried, but his tone was laced with greed, not love.
"Call the doctor, now!" Mr. Adhiraj Khurana barked, his voice firm and commanding. Armaan scooped up Tani's fragile form, cradling her in his arms like a bride, and carried her to the room. The doctor's examination was brief, but reassuring. "She's fine, just traumatized. Take good care of her," he advised, before departing.
As the door closed, Armaan's gaze fell on Tani's pale face, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. His expression softened, a glimmer of concern flickering in his eyes.
Mr. Ashok's relief was palpable; his secret was still safe. But as he gazed at Tani's pale face, he knew he had to keep up the charade. He couldn't let anyone discover that he had sent his unpaid maid to marry into the wealthy Khurana family.
Then doctor turned to Armaan, his expression serious. "Mr. Khurana, please be gentle with her. She's mentally fragile and may be suffering from a neurological disorder. We'll need to run some tests to confirm."
The Khurana family's eyes shifted to Mr. Ashok Kapoor, awaiting his response. He nodded hesitantly, "Y-yes, her blood circulation has been poor for over a year, but it's not serious."
As the doctor finished speaking, Tani regained consciousness, her eyes fluttering open. Mr. Adhiraj Khurana's voice boomed, "Prepare for the bride and groom's departure!"
After 15 min
As the private jet soared through the skies, Tani's tears fell like rain, her heart heavy with the thought of leaving behind the only family she had ever known, despite their cruelty. The memories of her torture and mistreatment still lingered, but she knew she had to move forward.
Armaan's grip on her hand tightened as he pulled her away from the farewell scene, his voice firm but laced with a hint of confusion. Why did her tears affect him so? He had never been one to show empathy, yet there was something about Tani's vulnerability that stirred a strange sensation within him.
As they flew towards Bangalore, Tani's thoughts drifted to the unknown. What lay ahead? Would she find solace in this new life, or would it be just another form of captivity? The city's skyline came into view, a sprawling metropolis of contrasts, where ancient temples stood alongside modern skyscrapers.
The plane touched down, and they disembarked, entering a world of opulence and luxury. Armaan's villa loomed before them, a testament to his family's wealth and power. Tani's heart raced as she stepped inside, her senses overwhelmed by the grandeur.
As Armaan carried her in his arms, Tani struggled to free herself, her emotions in turmoil. She had never felt so vulnerable, so trapped. But as she gazed up at Armaan's face, she saw something unexpected - a glimmer of kindness in his eyes.
Armaan's confusion deepened as he gazed at Tani, her tears still wet on her cheeks. He had never felt this way before, this strange sense of protectiveness towards someone. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. He couldn't afford to feel this way, not now, not ever.
As Tani stood amidst the sea of unfamiliar faces, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. Everywhere she looked, there were men - Armaan, Rehaan, Aditya, and their grandfather, Mr. Adhiraj Khurana. The sheer masculinity of the room suffocated her, making her feel like a delicate flower in a garden of thorns.
Armaan's thoughts drifted to Aditya's behavior, a mixture of amusement and concern. He knew his younger brother's antics could be overwhelming, but he also saw the kindness in Adi's eyes. He hoped Tani would see it too.
Tani's gaze drifted to Aditya, who was still babbling excitedly. She felt a pang of fear, unsure of how to navigate this new world. The men seemed to close in around her, their voices a cacophony of sounds that made her head spin.
Armaan's eyes never left Tani's face, his expression softening as he saw the fear in her eyes. He knew he had to reassure her, to make her feel safe in this new environment.
Aditya, oblivious to Tani's distress, continued to chat, his words tumbling out like a waterfall. "And then, I told Rehaan, 'Dude, you're so serious all the time! Lighten up!' But he just gave me that look, you know, the one that says 'Adi, shut up'..."
Tani's eyes darted to Rehaan, who was indeed watching Aditya with a stern expression. She felt a shiver run down her spine, unsure of what to make of these men and their complex relationships.
Tani again nodded her face and said yes without saying anything.
Tani's eyes widened as the men filed into the room, each one introduced with a title or nickname. like
He is Mr yuraj lutra (bhai bestie part 2)
He is Mr Rohit Malik (bhai ka bestie part 3)
He is Rajat PA of your husband
He is Salven and he is Mukhtar head of security here and also our family members
She felt like she was drowning in a sea of masculinity, her mind reeling from the sheer number of new faces.
Aditya's grin faltered for a moment as Tani asked, "Is there any lady in the house?" The room fell silent, and Aditya's expression turned sheepish. "No, bhabhi, you're the one and only."
Tani's eyes darted around the room, her face pale. She felt like a small boat adrift in a stormy sea, unable to find anchor.
Dadaji's voice boomed, "Enough introductions for now. Let's get some rest." The men began to disperse, but Tani's voice stopped them.
"Where did I go?" she asked innocently, her eyes scanning the room.
The men burst out laughing, and Tani's face turned bright red. Armaan's eyes locked onto hers, a mixture of surprise and amusement.
Rehaan's voice dripped with sarcasm, "Of course, in the devil's room." His smile was naughty, and Tani's eyes narrowed.
"Who is the devil?" she asked, her voice laced with innocence.
The room erupted into laughter again, Aditya and Yuvraj holding their bellies in mirth. Rohit's voice cut through the noise, "Devil means your husband, Tani."
Tani's scream pierced the air, "No, no, I won't share a room with any male!" Her voice was firm, but her eyes betrayed her fear.
Armaan's expression turned stern, his eyes flashing with a warning. Before anyone could react, he scooped Tani up in his arms and strode out of the room, leaving a trail of stunned faces behind.
As Armaan carried Tani out of the room, she struggled in his arms, her face red with embarrassment. "Put me down!" she demanded, but Armaan's grip only tightened.
The men's laughter followed them out of the room, and Tani's face burned with shame. She had never felt so vulnerable, so trapped.
Armaan kicked open the door to his room, revealing a spacious suite with a massive bed. He deposited Tani onto the bed, his eyes flashing with a warning.
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