Chapter 1: A Hateful Spark in the Desert Night
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Dubai’s evening hums, its towers glowing against a warm, sandy breeze, a faint echo of Rajasthan’s deserts. Viraa Rajwanshi, 24, walks a quiet street, her bandhani dupatta fluttering, her jhumkas jangling, her heart heavy with family worries. Across the city, Arjun Vardhman, 30, strides with purpose, his kurta crisp, his kada gleaming, his mind wrestling duty. Rooted in Rajasthan’s honor, they shun wild nights, tied to pooja and tradition.
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A randoms random clash looms, and neither knows the other—hate ignites fast. Hours later, their families strike, binding them in a shocking bond. A dark, slow-burning tale begins! 😢
Viraa Rajwanshi(FL)
Walking, texting, clutching dupatta Yaar, Rohan’s messed us up again, Tara. He gambled away money, and Auntie’s crying about family honor. My heart’s so heavy, I just want peace. 😞
Tara Malhotra (FL Bff)
Texting back Oh, Viraa, that’s awful! Your brother’s gambling is breaking everything. Auntie’s going on about shaadi again? Hang in there, my brave Jodhpuri queen! 😘
Viraa Rajwanshi(FL)
Texting, sighing Yes, she says some man will fix this, save our name. I hate this, Tara! I’m praying to Maa Durga, but—oh! bumps into a tall man, stumbles Hey, watch where you’re going, you clumsy oaf! 😡
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Viraa collides with a stranger, his strong frame steadying her. His kurta smells of oudh, his dark eyes flash with irritation. Neither knows a name—just two Rajasthani souls, modern yet traditional, clashing in Dubai’s quiet dusk. Anger burns, and dislike stings deep.
Arjun Vardhman(ML)
Grabbing her arm, voice sharp You should look ahead, lady! You almost fell, and I’m not your servant to catch you! releases her, steps back
Viraa Rajwanshi(FL)
Brushing dupatta, furious Me? You stormed into me like a desert bull! No manners, no sorry? My jhumkas nearly flew off! I can’t stand rude men like you! 😤
Arjun Vardhman(ML)
Frowning, heart racing Rude? You’re blind, rushing like that! I’ve got enough on my mind—family nonsense, duties. Don’t need your drama, miss!
Viraa Rajwanshi(FL)
Eyes blazing Drama? You’re the problem, mister! My family’s already drowning me in worry. Go bother someone else! storms off, heart pounding
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Viraa’s pulse races, her anger hot, his stern face lingering in her mind—annoying yet striking. Arjun clenches his fists, hating the clash, her fiery spirit shaking him. Hours later, at a modest Rajasthani-style home, their families wait, faces grim with purpose.
Viraa Rajwanshi(FL)
Texting, voice shaky Tara, I bumped into some arrogant man earlier. Now Auntie and Rohan are begging me to marry! They say it’s for honor, to fix everything. I don’t even know him! 😢
Tara Malhotra (FL Bff)
Texting Yaar, that sounds intense! First a rude stranger, now this? No name, no face? I’m coming over, Viraa. We’ll face this family storm together! 😠
Arjun Vardhman(ML)
Texting Vikram, tense Brother, some clumsy woman crashed into me today. Hated her attitude! Now my parents are pushing me to marry some girl—honor, debts, they cry. Who is she? I’m fed up!
Vikram Rathore (ML Bff)
Texting Boss, that’s rough. A bad meeting and now a shaadi trap? Family pressure’s heavy. I’ll check around—stay calm, okay?
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Viraa and Arjun sit across a low table, a thali of dal baati untouched, their families pleading. Auntie’s tears fall, Rohan’s guilt burns, and Arjun’s parents speak of Rajasthani pride. Neither knows the other’s name—then eyes meet, and hate flares again.
Viraa Rajwanshi(FL)
Staring, shocked You! The clumsy bull from the street? Auntie, this is the man? I won’t marry him! My heart’s breaking! 😡
Arjun Vardhman(ML)
Glaring back You, the blind one? No way, Father! This woman’s trouble! I’d rather face a desert storm than this shaadi! 😤
Auntie
crying Viraa, beta, please! Rohan’s debt—two crore—shames us. This marriage saves our Jodhpur name, our pride! You must!
Rohan
Head low I’m sorry, di. I messed up. Marry him, or we’re done—creditors will take everything. I beg you! 😢
Arjun’s Father
Voice firm Arjun, our family’s honor hangs here. Debts and duty bind us to Rajasthan’s ways. Marry this girl, no arguments!
Arjun Vardhman(ML)
Clenching fists I hate this, Papa! She’s all fire and no grace! But if it’s for our name… glares at Viraa Fine.
Viraa Rajwanshi(FL)
Tears welling I despise you, stranger! But for Auntie, Rohan… I’ll do it. My soul hurts, yaar. 😞
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Hate simmers, their eyes locked in fury, yet a strange heat flickers beneath. A phone rings—Arjun’s—a voice whispers, “They’re being watched.” A shadow shifts outside, a rudraksha note in hand. Whose dark game is this? 😱
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