His Replaced Bride! Entered The Rathore Mansion!

“A house can be grand, luxurious, and adorned with gold. But without warmth, it is nothing more than a lifeless cage.”

The ride to the Rathore mansion was silent, tense, and suffocating. Siya sat in the backseat of the luxury car beside Virat, her hands clenched tightly in her lap. She could feel the cold distance between them, an invisible wall that neither of them wanted to break.

Virat hadn’t spoken a word since they left the wedding venue. His jaw was tight, his fingers drumming against his knee impatiently. Siya knew he didn’t want her here.

And yet, here she was his wife in name, an imposter in his world.

As the car rolled to a stop in front of the grand Rathore mansion, Siya’s heart pounded.

The mansion stood tall and imposing, a symbol of power and wealth. The golden gates opened automatically, allowing them inside. Servants stood in a straight line, waiting, their faces blank, trained not to express emotions.

The driver opened the door for Virat, who stepped out without sparing Siya a glance. Siya exhaled sharply and followed, clutching the edge of her red lehenga.

The moment her feet touched the marble floor of the entrance, a sharp voice cut through the air.

Devika Rathore (Virat’s Mother)

Stop right there. ❄️

Siya froze.

Standing at the grand doorway, draped in an elegant silk saree, was Devika Rathore—Virat’s mother.

Her eyes, cold as ice, scanned Siya from head to toe. Her sharp features twisted in fury as she stepped forward.

Devika Rathore (Virat’s Mother)

What is this joke? (Devika hissed, looking directly at Virat)

Devika Rathore (Virat’s Mother)

Where is Sanaya?

Virat exhaled heavily, rubbing his temple as if the situation exhausted him.

Virat Rathore (ML)

She’s gone, Mother. She ran away.

Gasps erupted from the few guests and relatives who had gathered to welcome the bride. Murmurs spread like wildfire, disbelief evident in their eyes.

Siya felt their judgmental stares pierce through her skin.

Devika’s face turned red with rage.

Devika Rathore (Virat’s Mother)

And you just… married her instead? 😡 (She spat, turning toward Siya with disgust)

Siya lowered her gaze but remained silent.

Devika Rathore (Virat’s Mother)

This girl— (Devika pointed at her sharply) —is not your wife, Virat. She is not the bride we chose. She has no place in this house. 😡

Virat let out a bitter chuckle, looking away.

Virat Rathore (ML)

You think I don’t know that? (His voice was sharp)

Virat Rathore (ML)

But thanks to that runaway sister of hers, I had no other option. 💢

Siya Mehta (FL)

💔 (Siya felt her heart clench at his words)

Devika Rathore (Virat’s Mother)

So what now? (Devika scoffed)

Devika Rathore (Virat’s Mother)

Are we supposed to just accept this nobody into our family?

Virat didn’t reply. He simply stepped forward, walking past his mother into the house. His indifference spoke louder than words.. he didn’t care.

Siya swallowed the lump in her throat and took a hesitant step forward.

Devika Rathore (Virat’s Mother)

Stop! (Devika’s voice lashed out again)

Siya halted, lifting her gaze to meet Devika’s piercing eyes.

Devika Rathore (Virat’s Mother)

Listen carefully. (Devika said, stepping close enough that only Siya could hear)

Devika Rathore (Virat’s Mother)

You may have tricked your way into this house, but you will never be my daughter-in-law. This marriage is a disgrace. And you— (she sneered) —you are nothing but a replacement. ❄️

Siya clenched her fists at her sides.

She wanted to tell Devika that she didn’t want this marriage either. That she never wanted to replace anyone. But what was the point? No one here cared about the truth.

Without waiting for permission, Siya stepped inside.

And that was how she entered the Rathore mansion—not as a bride, but as an unwanted guest.

To be continued…

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