His Replaced Bride! The Past Returns!

The Past Returns!

“The past has a way of returning when you least expect it. But what happens when it’s no longer welcome?”

Seven months had passed since Siya had become Mrs. Virat Rathore.

Seven months of living in a house that had never fully accepted her.

Seven months of a husband who treated her with distant civility but never affection.

Things had changed, subtly but surely.

Dadaji had become her strongest supporter, Devika had stopped outwardly humiliating her, and Karan had become a friend she could count on.

And Virat…

Virat had stopped ignoring her.

He didn’t welcome her, but he no longer dismissed her as a burden either. Some days, when he thought she wasn’t looking, she caught him watching her.. studying her, as if trying to understand the woman who had unexpectedly taken over his life.

And while their marriage was still nothing more than an arrangement, something had shifted. Siya no longer felt like a complete outsider.

Until the past came crashing back.

The Rathore mansion was decorated grandly for a special event.. a celebration of Virat’s latest business success. The house was buzzing with guests, laughter, and music, a stark contrast to the tension brewing beneath the surface.

Siya stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the folds of her deep maroon bridal lehenga.

It wasn’t the first time she had worn bridal attire in this house.

But today, she felt different.

More confident. More in control.

She wasn’t just the replacement bride anymore.

She was Siya Rathore.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the grand hall, her presence commanding quiet admiration from some and silent resentment from others.

She spotted Virat standing near the bar, engaged in conversation with foreign investors. He looked effortlessly powerful in his tailored black sherwani, his sharp features unreadable.