Bride of Youngest Rajvanshi
Shadow of silence
The night hung heavy over the Rajvansh mansion, its silence almost deafening. The air was thick with unspoken grief, everyone drowning in the aftermath of Vedanth and Meera’s departure.
Gauri sat motionless, her eyes fixed on the doorway as if hoping they’d walk back in any moment. Samira and Akant sat close, the siblings finding solace in shared silence.
But Prem Rajvansh? He was anything but shattered. In his study, the soft rustle of papers filled the room as he meticulously prepared documents, his face stone-cold, unaffected. His pen moved with purpose, determination etched into every line of his features. And then, the final stroke. A single signature that would seal the fate of the Rajvansh empire.
When the news broke at the dinner table, no one could believe it. Shivaay sat there, unmoved, his face an unreadable mask. No protest. No denial. Just silent acceptance.
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