His Replaced Bride! The Cold Beginning!

The Cold Beginning!

“In the eyes of the world, she was his wife. But in his heart, she was nothing more than a betrayal.”

The grand wedding had ended. The palace was quiet now, the guests long gone, the celebrations over. But for Siya, the real battle had just begun.

Dressed in her heavy lehenga, her hands still adorned with fresh mehendi, Siya stood in the middle of the elaborately decorated bedroom—their supposed suhaag raat chamber.

The room smelled of jasmine and roses, the air thick with the scent of newly lit candles. The massive king-sized bed was decorated with rose petals, a cruel reminder of what this night was supposed to be.

But there was no warmth here. No love. Only cold, suffocating silence.

The door swung open with a loud thud. Once again. Because after declaring Siya have no place in his life he went out in anger.

Virat walked in, his broad frame radiating pure fury. His jaw was clenched, his dark eyes filled with nothing but disgust.

His sherwani was slightly undone, as if he had been pacing outside for too long, trying to contain his anger.

Siya turned to him, but before she could say a word, his voice sliced through the air like a blade.

Virat Rathore (ML)

Take that veil off. ❄️

Her fingers trembled as she slowly removed the dupatta covering her head, letting it slide down her shoulders.

Virat let out a sharp breath, his eyes burning into her. Not Sanaya. Just her replacement.

Virat Rathore (ML)

I can’t believe this. 💢 (he spat)

Virat Rathore (ML)

You really had the audacity to sit in that mandap, to take vows meant for someone else? To let me put this mangalsutra around your neck? (His fingers curled into fists)

Virat Rathore (ML)

Was this always the plan? To trap me? 😡

Siya flinched but held her ground.

Siya Mehta (FL)

I didn’t plan any of this. (she said quietly, her voice firm despite the pain rising in her chest)

Siya Mehta (FL)

I never wanted this marriage either.

Virat laughed bitterly, stepping closer.

Virat Rathore (ML)

Really? Then why are you here, Siya? Why are you standing in front of me, wearing my name like you deserve it? 😡

She swallowed hard.

Siya Mehta (FL)

Because my family gave me no choice. 😢

Virat scoffed, shaking his head.

Virat Rathore (ML)

Your family? (He took another step closer, towering over her)

Virat Rathore (ML)

Your family is full of frauds. Liars. And you—you’re the worst of them all. 😡

His words cut deep, but Siya refused to let him see her break. She straightened her spine, meeting his gaze.

Siya Mehta (FL)

You think I wanted this? You think I wanted to marry a man who hates me? Who sees me as nothing but a mistake? 💔 (Her voice wavered, but she didn’t stop)

Siya Mehta (FL)

I know you’re angry. You have every right to be. But don’t put this all on me, Virat. I didn’t choose this life, just like you didn’t. 💔

Virat clenched his jaw, his breath heavy. Siya could see the war raging inside him—the fury, the betrayal, the helplessness.

But then his gaze turned even colder.

Virat Rathore (ML)

You may have stolen my wife’s place, but let me make one thing clear—you will never be my wife. ❄️ (Empasing every word with hatred)

Siya’s fingers tightened around the fabric of her lehenga. She had expected this. She knew this wouldn’t be easy. But hearing it aloud, feeling his hatred pierce through her, hurt more than she thought it would.

Siya Mehta (FL)

(Sobbing with hurt in her eyes)