Pyaar Ke Rishton Ka Raaz
Chapter 1: A Hateful Spark in the Desert Night
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Dubai’s evening hums, its towers glowing against a warm, sandy breeze, a faint echo of Rajasthan’s deserts. Viraa Rajwanshi, 24, walks a quiet street, her bandhani dupatta fluttering, her jhumkas jangling, her heart heavy with family worries. Across the city, Arjun Vardhman, 30, strides with purpose, his kurta crisp, his kada gleaming, his mind wrestling duty. Rooted in Rajasthan’s honor, they shun wild nights, tied to pooja and tradition.
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A randoms random clash looms, and neither knows the other—hate ignites fast. Hours later, their families strike, binding them in a shocking bond. A dark, slow-burning tale begins! 😢
Viraa Rajwanshi(FL)
Walking, texting, clutching dupatta Yaar, Rohan’s messed us up again, Tara. He gambled away money, and Auntie’s crying about family honor. My heart’s so heavy, I just want peace. 😞
Tara Malhotra (FL Bff)
Texting back Oh, Viraa, that’s awful! Your brother’s gambling is breaking everything. Auntie’s going on about shaadi again? Hang in there, my brave Jodhpuri queen! 😘
Viraa Rajwanshi(FL)
Texting, sighing Yes, she says some man will fix this, save our name. I hate this, Tara! I’m praying to Maa Durga, but—oh! bumps into a tall man, stumbles Hey, watch where you’re going, you clumsy oaf! 😡
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Viraa collides with a stranger, his strong frame steadying her. His kurta smells of oudh, his dark eyes flash with irritation. Neither knows a name—just two Rajasthani souls, modern yet traditional, clashing in Dubai’s quiet dusk. Anger burns, and dislike stings deep.
Arjun Vardhman(ML)
Grabbing her arm, voice sharp You should look ahead, lady! You almost fell, and I’m not your servant to catch you! releases her, steps back
Viraa Rajwanshi(FL)
Brushing dupatta, furious Me? You stormed into me like a desert bull! No manners, no sorry? My jhumkas nearly flew off! I can’t stand rude men like you! 😤
Arjun Vardhman(ML)
Frowning, heart racing Rude? You’re blind, rushing like that! I’ve got enough on my mind—family nonsense, duties. Don’t need your drama, miss!
Viraa Rajwanshi(FL)
Eyes blazing Drama? You’re the problem, mister! My family’s already drowning me in worry. Go bother someone else! storms off, heart pounding
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Viraa’s pulse races, her anger hot, his stern face lingering in her mind—annoying yet striking. Arjun clenches his fists, hating the clash, her fiery spirit shaking him. Hours later, at a modest Rajasthani-style home, their families wait, faces grim with purpose.
Viraa Rajwanshi(FL)
Texting, voice shaky Tara, I bumped into some arrogant man earlier. Now Auntie and Rohan are begging me to marry! They say it’s for honor, to fix everything. I don’t even know him! 😢
Tara Malhotra (FL Bff)
Texting Yaar, that sounds intense! First a rude stranger, now this? No name, no face? I’m coming over, Viraa. We’ll face this family storm together! 😠
Arjun Vardhman(ML)
Texting Vikram, tense Brother, some clumsy woman crashed into me today. Hated her attitude! Now my parents are pushing me to marry some girl—honor, debts, they cry. Who is she? I’m fed up!
Vikram Rathore (ML Bff)
Texting Boss, that’s rough. A bad meeting and now a shaadi trap? Family pressure’s heavy. I’ll check around—stay calm, okay?
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Viraa and Arjun sit across a low table, a thali of dal baati untouched, their families pleading. Auntie’s tears fall, Rohan’s guilt burns, and Arjun’s parents speak of Rajasthani pride. Neither knows the other’s name—then eyes meet, and hate flares again.
Viraa Rajwanshi(FL)
Staring, shocked You! The clumsy bull from the street? Auntie, this is the man? I won’t marry him! My heart’s breaking! 😡
Arjun Vardhman(ML)
Glaring back You, the blind one? No way, Father! This woman’s trouble! I’d rather face a desert storm than this shaadi! 😤
Auntie
crying Viraa, beta, please! Rohan’s debt—two crore—shames us. This marriage saves our Jodhpur name, our pride! You must!
Rohan
Head low I’m sorry, di. I messed up. Marry him, or we’re done—creditors will take everything. I beg you! 😢
Arjun’s Father
Voice firm Arjun, our family’s honor hangs here. Debts and duty bind us to Rajasthan’s ways. Marry this girl, no arguments!
Arjun Vardhman(ML)
Clenching fists I hate this, Papa! She’s all fire and no grace! But if it’s for our name… glares at Viraa Fine.
Viraa Rajwanshi(FL)
Tears welling I despise you, stranger! But for Auntie, Rohan… I’ll do it. My soul hurts, yaar. 😞
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Hate simmers, their eyes locked in fury, yet a strange heat flickers beneath. A phone rings—Arjun’s—a voice whispers, “They’re being watched.” A shadow shifts outside, a rudraksha note in hand. Whose dark game is this? 😱
Chapter 2: A Tangled Bond Tightens
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The night deepens in Dubai, a warm breeze carrying whispers of Rajasthan’s deserts. Viraa Rajwanshi, 24, sits in a modest Rajasthani-style home, her bandhani dupatta slipping, jhumkas jangling, her heart racing after a hateful clash with a stranger and a shocking marriage push from her family. Arjun Vardhman, 30, fumes across the table, his kurta crisp, kada gleaming, his mind reeling from the same forced shaadi. Both blind to each other’s names until yesterday, their dislike burns, yet a dark thread pulls them close. Families plead, a shadow lurks outside, and a chilling note—“Run, or you’re next”—haunts the air. A slow, stormy bond begins! 😱
Viraa Rajwanshi(FL)
Twisting dupatta, texting Yaar, Tara, dil toot raha hai! 😢 This rude man from the street—Auntie says he’s my groom! I hate his face, his arrogance! Ab main kya karoon, beta? Family’s begging, but I’m dying inside!
Tara Malhotra (FL Bff)
Texting, voice soft Arre, Viraa, kitna ganda mess hai! 😔 Your Jodhpur heart’s so strong—how dare they hide his name? That stranger sounds like a thakur with no manners! Main aati hoon, we’ll fight this, okay? Haan, himmat rakh!
Viraa Rajwanshi(FL)
Texting, eyes wet Haan, Tara, par dil dhadak raha hai! Auntie’s tears, Rohan’s guilt—I feel chained. And that creepy shadow outside? Maa Durga, raksha karo! 😟
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The room glows with diya light, the scent of ghevar and dal baati lingering from a Rajasthani spread. Viraa’s auntie wipes tears, her brother Rohan hunches in shame. Arjun’s parents, stern and proud, chant duty like a mantra. Outside, a shadow shifts, a rudraksha note in hand, danger creeping closer. Dislike simmers, but eyes flicker—something stirs.
Arjun Vardhman(ML)
Fists clenched, texting Vikram, yeh kaisa jhamela hai, bhai? 😤 Some fiery girl crashed into me, all attitude, and now parents say she’s my bride? Naam bhi nahi pata tha! Dil bolta hai, run, par family’s pressure—uff!
Vikram Rathore (ML Bff)
Texting, calm Arre, boss, yeh toh Rajasthan ka drama hai! Family honor, debts—sounds heavy. That girl’s got spark, haan? Thodi si masti rakh, we’ll sort it. Any clue about a weird shadow outside?
Arjun Vardhman(ML)
Texting, jaw tight Haan, bhai, kuch ganda lagta hai! Eyes on us, and I’m stuck with this chhori who hates me. Maa ke pooja ki kasam, I’d rather face a sandstorm!
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Viraa and Arjun glare across the table, diyas casting shadows on their faces. Her heart thuds—his stern look annoys her, yet his strength feels oddly safe. His chest tightens—her fire irks him, but her jhumkas catch his eye. Families press harder, emotions raw.
Auntie
Wringing hands, voice shaky Viraa, beta, sun na! Rohan’s gambling—two crore ka debt—shames our Jodhpur blood! This marriage saves us, our izzat. Maa Durga ke liye, haan bol do! 😢
Rohan
Eyes down, pleading Di, meri wajah se yeh hal hai. I’m a fool, lost everything! Marry this ladka, or goons take our home. Dil se maafi, Viraa, please!
Viraa Rajwanshi(FL)
Tears brimming Arre, Auntie, Rohan, yeh dil ko chhod do na! 😭 I hate this man—rude, no heart! Kyun mujhe bandhan mein daalo? Maa Durga, ab main kahan jaaun? My soul’s breaking!
Arjun’s Mother
Voice firm Arjun, beta, Rajasthan ka naam rakho! Family debts, our pride—marriage is duty. This girl’s your match, bas, maan lo!
Arjun’s Father
Stern, loud Haan, Arjun! Our Jaipur roots demand this! Two crore hangs over us—say yes, or we fall. Thodi si himmat, beta!
Arjun Vardhman(ML)
Glaring at Viraa Uff, Maa, Papa, yeh kaisa bandhan hai? 😤 This chhori snaps like a fire! Dil bolta hai no, but—argh, theek hai, for you! mutters She’s trouble, haan, pure jhol!
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Viraa’s eyes flash, hating Arjun’s gruff tone, but his kada glints, stirring a tiny, unwanted flutter. Arjun scowls, annoyed by her glare, yet her bandhani grace tugs at him. A phone buzzes—Arjun’s—a low voice hisses, “They’re not safe.” Outside, the shadow moves, rudraksha note slipping under the door: “Sign, or end.” Laughter bubbles—Rohan trips, spilling ghevar, lightening the gloom, but danger lingers.
Viraa Rajwanshi(FL)
Staring at note, texting Tara, yeh note ne dil dhadka diya! 😟 ‘Sign, or end’? I hate this ladka, par koi hume dekh raha hai! Ab kya karun, yaar? My heart’s a mess!
Tara Malhotra (FL Bff)
Texting Arre, Viraa, kitna khatra hai! That note’s bad news! I’m near, beta, we’ll face this. Thoda haso—Rohan’s ghevar flop was funny, haan? Stay strong!
Arjun Vardhman(ML)
Grabbing note, voice low Haan, koi game khel raha hai, chhori. I despise you too, but we’re stuck. Dil thoda darta hai—stay near, or we’re done.
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Hate burns bright, a dark thread tying them, a faint spark buried deep. A shadow flees, a chill grows—who’s weaving this trap? 😱
Chapter 3: Shadows and Stubborn Hearts
The night wraps Dubai in a warm, quiet blanket, a soft breeze carrying the scent of Rajasthan’s deserts. Inside a simple home, diyas (small oil lamps) flicker, casting golden light on walls painted with phad (Rajasthani folk art) designs. The air smells of ghevar (a sweet, honeycomb-like Rajasthani dessert) and dal baati (a hearty Rajasthani dish of lentils and baked wheat balls), a nod to Jodhpur and Jaipur roots. Viraa Rajwanshi sits, her bandhani (tie-dye Rajasthani fabric) dupatta slipping, jhumkas (traditional earrings) swaying, her heart full of anger from a rude clash with a stranger and her family’s push for a shaadi (wedding). Across from her, Arjun Vardhman grips the table, his kurta neat, kada (metal bracelet) shining, his mind boiling with dislike and family demands. They just learned they’re to marry each other, and hate burns strong. A rudraksha (sacred seed) note—“Sign, or end”—slipped under the door, and danger feels near. A slow, dark bond twists tighter! 😱
Viraa Rajwanshi(FL)
Fiddling with jhumkas, texting Yaar, Tara, yeh kaisa jhamela hai! 😢 Mera dil bol raha hai, run away, but Auntie aur Rohan beg kar rahe hain. This rude man, haan, I hate his face! Yeh shaadi kyun karun main? thinking in mind He’s all ego, no heart—mujhe yeh ladka bilkul pasand nahi! 😤
Tara: texting back Haan, Viraa, yeh dil ko chhodne wala drama hai! 😔 Family ka pressure bada hai, par tu strong hai, meri Jodhpuri rani! That note under door—koi badmash (troublemaker) khel raha hai! Main aati hoon, thodi himmat rakh, haan! 😘
Viraa Rajwanshi(FL)
Texting, hands shaky Arre, Tara, dil dhadak raha hai! That rudraksha note scares me—Maa Durga, meri raksha karo! thinking in mind Yeh stranger ka gussa, uff, but his eyes… kyun dil thoda sa hilta hai? No, Viraa, band kar yeh soch! 😳
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The room hums with tension, diyas glowing on a carved bajot (low Rajasthani wooden table), a faint whiff of chandan (sandalwood) from a recent pooja (prayer ritual) lingering. Viraa’s auntie sobs, her odhni (Rajasthani headscarf) wet with tears, while Rohan, her brother, hangs his head. Arjun’s parents, in traditional pagdi (Rajasthani turban) and kurta, speak of honor, their voices firm. Outside, a shadow flickers past a window, silent and sneaky, the rudraksha note heavy in Arjun’s hand. Hate fills the air, but a strange pull hides deep.
Arjun Vardhman(ML)
Staring at note, texting Bhai, Vikram, yeh kaisa chakkar hai! 😤 Parents bol rahe hain, shaadi karo, family ka naam bacha lo. This girl, haan, her fiery tongue—mujhe bilkul nafrat hai! thinking in mind Yeh chhori (Rajasthani for girl) snaps like a storm, par kyun her jhumkas dil ko chhoo rahe hain? Arjun, yeh dil ka jhol band kar!
Vikram Rathore (ML Bff)
Texting, chuckling Arre, bhai, yeh toh Rajasthan ka tamasha hai! 😆 Family ka dabao, haan, par thodi masti rakh! That note—koi dushman (enemy) laga hai. Main dekhta hoon, tu dil se himmat le, theek hai?
Arjun Vardhman(ML)
Texting, jaw tight Haan, Vikram, dil bol raha hai, fight this! Yeh badmash note mujhe dara raha hai. thinking in mind She glares like a rani (queen), but nafrat hi sahi hai—koi chance nahi pyaar ka abhi! 😡
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Viraa sits, her bandhani dupatta catching the diya light, her fingers tracing a mehndi (henna) pattern from a recent pooja, her eyes shooting daggers at Arjun. He leans back, his kada clinking, his broad shoulders tense, glaring back. Auntie’s sobs grow loud, Rohan’s pleas echo, and Arjun’s parents press harder. A creak sounds outside—a door? A footstep? The note’s threat hangs heavy, and a tiny, unwanted spark flickers in their angry hearts.
Auntie
Wiping tears with odhni Haan, Viraa, beta, meri baat suno! 😢 Rohan ne bajri (Rajasthani for mess) kiya—two crore ka debt! Yeh shaadi humari Jodhpur ki izzat bacha legi. Maa Durga ke liye, haan bol do, meri rani!
Rohan
Kneeling, voice breaking Di, maine dil se galti ki! Goons ghar le lenge—yeh ladka hume bacha sakta hai. Viraa, mujhe maaf karo, shaadi kar lo! 😭
Viraa Rajwanshi(FL)
Eyes wet, voice loud Arre, Auntie, Rohan, yeh dil ko kyun dabao! 😤 I hate this ladka—gussa wala, no respect! Kyun main yeh bandhan sahoon? thinking in mind Maa Durga, dil bol raha hai no, par family ka dukh—ab kya karun main? 😢
Arjun’s Mother
Adjusting pagdi, soft Haan, Arjun, beta, Jaipur ka naam rakh lo! Debt aur izzat ka sawaal hai. Yeh chhori teri jodi hai, dil se maan lo! 😔
Arjun’s Father
Voice strong Arre, Arjun, Rajasthan ki shaan hai yeh! Two crore ka bojh—shaadi hi rasta hai. Haan bol, beta, himmat dikhao!
Arjun Vardhman(ML)
Glaring at Viraa Uff, Maa, Papa, yeh dil ko jala raha hai! 😡 This chhori fights like a bichhoo (Rajasthani for scorpion)! thinking in mind Her eyes burn, par thodi si masti wali hai—argh, nafrat rakh, Arjun! Theek hai, family ke liye haan!
Viraa Rajwanshi(FL)
Hands shaking Haan, Auntie, Rohan, dil ro raha hai! 😭 I can’t stand this man, par tum log ke liye—okay, theek hai! thinking in mind Yeh gussa wala, Maa Durga, kyun thoda dil chhoo raha hai? No, Viraa, bas nafrat!
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Their glares lock, hate thick like a desert storm, but a faint heat hums—her jhumkas catch his eye, his kada stirs her. A loud creak echoes outside, a shadow darts past, the rudraksha note’s threat alive. Rohan trips, a ghevar plate wobbles, and Viraa laughs—a quick, bright sound—easing the gloom. But a phone buzzes—a hiss says, “Time’s short.” Who hunts this bond? 😱
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