Bride of Youngest Rajvanshi
Truth unfolds.
The next morning, the Rajvansh dining hall, usually bustling with lively chatter, was eerily quiet. Everyone sat around the grand table, silently eating, their minds still clouded by the events of the previous night.
The clinking of utensils against plates came to a halt as the sound of rolling suitcases echoed through the marble floors. Heads turned in unison, confusion spreading across their faces.
Vedanth and Meera stood at the entrance, side by side, each holding the handle of a suitcase. Vedanth’s face was void of any emotion, like a blank canvas wiped clean, while Meera’s eyes spoke volumes—pain, anger, heartbreak, but somehow, calm.
Gauri was the first to react. Her chair screeched against the floor as she stood abruptly, rushing toward them, her dupatta slipping off her shoulder in the haste.
Gauri Rajvanshi
Meera...Tum log kahin jaa rahe ho?
Meera...are you guys going somewhere?
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