By

Thomas Edison

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Lalita Rana placed a beautifully embroidered sheer pink dupatta against her daughter in law's head and pressed her lips against her forehead, thanking the gods and goddesses for bestowing her family with such an Angelic girl. She took a step back with her hands folded and eyes shimmering with tears, drinking in the beauty and innocence of her family's future, "Let's not keep my son waiting."She stated and chuckled, trying to control her tears, making the few ladies around her laugh.

Mrs Rajput placed a calming hand against her daughter's shoulder and immediately Khushi helped her get up, "Just don't let me fall." Siya whispered nervously to her friend, who nodded frantically. "Can I?"Princess Amaira Singh Rathod extended her hand, a small smile on her regal radiant face, making Siya smile gratefully and clutch her hand tightly, her simple diamond band sparkling against her freshly manicured pale hands.

Rajmata covered Siya's beautiful yet nervous face with her long sheer heavy veil while motioning Khushi to hold the ends of her veil, "Mrs Rajput, you will escort your daughter."she commanded and immediately Mrs Rajput nodded and stood along side her daughter.

The ladies flanked the mother daughter duo while walking towards the beautifully decorated lawn where the men were waiting patiently for the commencement of the Engagement ceremony. Siya took a deep breath and tightened her hold against her mother's hand while keeping her eyes downcast, determined to not fall in front of everyone.

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As soon as I entered the lawn, I was hit by a beautiful subtle lavender fragrance and to my surprise there was a magnificent carpet of fresh lavender flowers below my feet, making me look up and my eyes collided with Ranaji's lion like eyes, staring back at me intensely. In this particular moment the entire world stopped and my feet started moving faster on their accord towards the considerate man standing at the end of the beautiful carpet.

I was simply a moth drawn to the flame, my eyes hungrily capturing his magnificent self, dressed in a tailored grey three piece suit, looking extremely gorgeous and unreal, the suit barely taming his strong broad shoulders. His eyes held mine prisoner, not letting me look down as if daring me to turn around and walk away, very slowly his eyes moved downward and stopped on the glittering diamond band, making my hands tingle with his heated gaze.

"Beta." Papa joined us midway and wrapped his one arm around me, making me lean gratefully against his side, my eyes still not leaving the man who was standing tall and proud with his hands folded in front of him, giving a new definition to male beauty and pure sophistication. As soon as we reached Ranaji, papa simply grabbed my hand and made me stand next to Ranaji who turned his head and continued staring down at me, his eyes shining with warmth and something else that I couldn't really pin point.

"Here."I heard my mother's voice and felt something cool being placed against my palm, making me finally look down and admire the simple gold band in my hand, intended to shackle the man next to me for eternity. I could literally feel the presence of his strong body, breathing softly next to me,I closed my eyes to pray one final time to the gods and made a promise with the universe to give back as much positivity as I could, to fill mine as well as the lives I touch with happiness and peace.

I heard Panditji ask Ranaji to initiate the ceremony while chanting some mantras, I opened my eyes and on my own fully turned myself to look straight at the man who will from now on become the main character of my story, Ranaji simply stared down at me, even with the veil covering my face, I could feel his hot predatory gaze on my face, making me curl my toes and take a deep breath.

Ranaji again stole my heart when I saw his extended hand between us, giving me an option to say no, I simply looked up at him and gave him my biggest smile, thanking the sheer veil covering my face as I really couldn't control my tears, making my vision go blurry. Ignoring the whispering around us, I placed my left hand against his offered hand without breaking eye contact, trying to convey my gratitude and all the other emotions bursting inside my heart through my eyes.

I felt the cool metal sliding against my ring finger, making me close my eyes and feel the warmth radiating from his calloused hand below mine. Ranaji very lightly squeezed my hand, making me open my eyes and look down at our entwined hands, his hand slightly tanner and much larger than mine engulfing my entire hand, I couldn't help but slightly caress his hand while pulling my hand back and I was sure that I felt him took a surprised breath.

Without waiting for Panditji's request I simply grabbed ranaji's left hand and swiftly slid his heavy but simple gold band against his ring finger, making the people around us chuckle, "We clearly know who will be the boss in this relationship." I heard Ranaji's mother teasingly whisper, making me smile sheepishly behind my veil and look down.

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Rana Jai Singh simply pulled his smiling fiancée towards the sitting area especially designed for them, so that they could meet the handful important guest, he felt her tighten her hold against his hand, making him walk a little slower so that she could keep up with him.

He made her sit down and without a second thought bent down to adjust her lehenga and long veil, trying to free her legs from the fabric and make some space for himself. People stared in awe as they saw their chief minister bent down and adjust the dress of his angelic bride, both of their contradictory personalities complementing each other effortlessly. In the crowd Princess Amaira Singh Rathod stared at the beautiful couple with evident lounging and a sad smile on her regal face.

From the corner of her eyes She saw her grandmother's eyes fixated on her cousin, Kabir Veer Singh Rathod who was standing with his friend Rudra Singh Tanvar, surrounded by guards and diplomats fighting for his attention. She took a deep breath and slipped away from the ceremony discreetly , she pulled out a cigarette and slipped it between her lips as soon as she found a secluded space inside Rana Jai Singh's huge farmhouse and inhaled deeply, feeling the burn of the cigarette and closed her eyes tightly.

She could feel the cool mountain air against her heated face and chuckled dryly, "The Golden Princess." She heard a menacing sneer behind her, making her smile and turn around slowly to greet her childhood nemesis, Princess Maya Singh Shekhawat, in all her glory.

Amaira leaned back while enjoying her cigarette and smiled brightly while cursing the princess inwardly for catching her in a vulnerable position, making the Princess of Shekhawati clench her fists and mimic her smile sarcastically. "How I hate your existence." Maya stated irritatedly and snatched the cigarette from her mouth and threw it outside the window. "Aww you care for me." Amaira murmured snidely and laughed upon seeing her fluster and push back her long black hair.

"You are just a scandal waiting to happen." Maya Singh Shekhawat growled through her teeth and whirled around to leave, "well I won't think of stealing your spotlight." Amaira's smooth retort made her shake her head and storm away, much to Amaira's relief.

Again the princess all alone continued staring at the lonely dark mountains, painful memories flooding her mind and once again tearing up her soul, making her clench her fists, her long sharp nails painfully biting the skin of her palm and drawing out blood. Her disturbed Amber eyes filled with humiliation and anger as if trying to safely shut away the horrors of her past in some remote corner of her brain.

"Amaira." She heard his dark husky voice tasting her name, making her close her eyes and push her head back, only to have his strong shoulder cushion her head. "Turn around." Yuvraaj Viraaj Singh Shekhawat murmured softly yet a dare to defy his direct command evident in his voice, making the Princess chuckle dryly, "Go away." She replied darkly not moving away from him.

Viraaj simply whirled her around and grabbed her hands tightly, making her unclench her fist and look up at him, her amber eyes wide and filled with fire, a dark small smile broke out on his devilishly beautiful face, "You don't know pain." He murmured darkly while tightening his hold on her wrist, making her gasp out loud and twist away from his hold only to be pulled back in front of him, "Run while you can, my golden princess before I decide to keep you for myself." Viraaj threatened out loud and pushed her away from him as if disgusted by her presence.

Princess Amaira stumbled back in shock and pressed her back against the cool wall behind her, "Bastards." The venomous word slipped out of her mouth full of hate, making the Yuvraaj of Shekhawati simply cup her face gently and bent forward slightly, "Run." He whispered calmly but the warning evident in his cold hard voice, making even Amaira heed his advise, wrenching herself away from his hold and running away from him as fast as she can.

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Siya Rajput continued fiddling with her rings while observing the Crown monarch of Jodhpur and the youngest oil mogul conversing softly with her fiancé sitting next to her while the two powerful men stood in front of him, completely ignoring her presence. She could sense their friendship and respect for each other from their relaxed body language and protective stance.

She ignored their conversation and continued staring down at her rings, her fiancé was discussing business with these powerful men with some of her lehenga resting against his leg, completely at ease and unbothered. The two men left the newly engaged couple alone after murmuring congratulations to their new sister in law and giving a pointed look to their friend.

Siya gave them a smile and then nodded, remembering the veil covering her face, next to her she noticed Ranaji raise his hand to wipe away the red tilak from his forehead, making her gasp admonishingly and clutch his strong wrist mid air with her delicate pale hands, "No." she whispered softly and pulled his hand down, ignoring the people who were continuously staring at them in fascination.

Rana Jai Singh stared at the girl sitting next to him, holding onto his wrists and staring at him through her veil pleadingly while shaking her head innocently, he could see the honesty and sincerity shining in her eyes, such rare traits these days. This girl next to him was simple with no pretence or lie attached to her, in this corrupt world she ended up choosing him as her mentor to enter this world of deceit and corruption, the exact world he ached to hide her away from. His cold guarded heart craving her gentle innocent touch and looks, "Please wipe it later." His angel requested softly next to him and extinguished her hold from his hand, making him turn his head stiffly and stare straight ahead with his jaw clenched, his hands itching to throw away the ridiculously long veil covering her face and press his lips against her pink strawberry like lips.

He ran his fingers through his hair frustratedly and simply stormed away, wanting to put a little distance between them, not wanting to corrupt his delicate angel. He noticed his friends on his side, silently following him inside.

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HAPPY MONDAY

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