Chapter 2: A Tangled Bond Tightens
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The night deepens in Dubai, a warm breeze carrying whispers of Rajasthan’s deserts. Viraa Rajwanshi, 24, sits in a modest Rajasthani-style home, her bandhani dupatta slipping, jhumkas jangling, her heart racing after a hateful clash with a stranger and a shocking marriage push from her family. Arjun Vardhman, 30, fumes across the table, his kurta crisp, kada gleaming, his mind reeling from the same forced shaadi. Both blind to each other’s names until yesterday, their dislike burns, yet a dark thread pulls them close. Families plead, a shadow lurks outside, and a chilling note—“Run, or you’re next”—haunts the air. A slow, stormy bond begins! 😱
Viraa Rajwanshi(FL)
Twisting dupatta, texting Yaar, Tara, dil toot raha hai! 😢 This rude man from the street—Auntie says he’s my groom! I hate his face, his arrogance! Ab main kya karoon, beta? Family’s begging, but I’m dying inside!
Tara Malhotra (FL Bff)
Texting, voice soft Arre, Viraa, kitna ganda mess hai! 😔 Your Jodhpur heart’s so strong—how dare they hide his name? That stranger sounds like a thakur with no manners! Main aati hoon, we’ll fight this, okay? Haan, himmat rakh!
Viraa Rajwanshi(FL)
Texting, eyes wet Haan, Tara, par dil dhadak raha hai! Auntie’s tears, Rohan’s guilt—I feel chained. And that creepy shadow outside? Maa Durga, raksha karo! 😟
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The room glows with diya light, the scent of ghevar and dal baati lingering from a Rajasthani spread. Viraa’s auntie wipes tears, her brother Rohan hunches in shame. Arjun’s parents, stern and proud, chant duty like a mantra. Outside, a shadow shifts, a rudraksha note in hand, danger creeping closer. Dislike simmers, but eyes flicker—something stirs.
Arjun Vardhman(ML)
Fists clenched, texting Vikram, yeh kaisa jhamela hai, bhai? 😤 Some fiery girl crashed into me, all attitude, and now parents say she’s my bride? Naam bhi nahi pata tha! Dil bolta hai, run, par family’s pressure—uff!
Vikram Rathore (ML Bff)
Texting, calm Arre, boss, yeh toh Rajasthan ka drama hai! Family honor, debts—sounds heavy. That girl’s got spark, haan? Thodi si masti rakh, we’ll sort it. Any clue about a weird shadow outside?
Arjun Vardhman(ML)
Texting, jaw tight Haan, bhai, kuch ganda lagta hai! Eyes on us, and I’m stuck with this chhori who hates me. Maa ke pooja ki kasam, I’d rather face a sandstorm!
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Viraa and Arjun glare across the table, diyas casting shadows on their faces. Her heart thuds—his stern look annoys her, yet his strength feels oddly safe. His chest tightens—her fire irks him, but her jhumkas catch his eye. Families press harder, emotions raw.
Auntie
Wringing hands, voice shaky Viraa, beta, sun na! Rohan’s gambling—two crore ka debt—shames our Jodhpur blood! This marriage saves us, our izzat. Maa Durga ke liye, haan bol do! 😢
Rohan
Eyes down, pleading Di, meri wajah se yeh hal hai. I’m a fool, lost everything! Marry this ladka, or goons take our home. Dil se maafi, Viraa, please!
Viraa Rajwanshi(FL)
Tears brimming Arre, Auntie, Rohan, yeh dil ko chhod do na! 😭 I hate this man—rude, no heart! Kyun mujhe bandhan mein daalo? Maa Durga, ab main kahan jaaun? My soul’s breaking!
Arjun’s Mother
Voice firm Arjun, beta, Rajasthan ka naam rakho! Family debts, our pride—marriage is duty. This girl’s your match, bas, maan lo!
Arjun’s Father
Stern, loud Haan, Arjun! Our Jaipur roots demand this! Two crore hangs over us—say yes, or we fall. Thodi si himmat, beta!
Arjun Vardhman(ML)
Glaring at Viraa Uff, Maa, Papa, yeh kaisa bandhan hai? 😤 This chhori snaps like a fire! Dil bolta hai no, but—argh, theek hai, for you! mutters She’s trouble, haan, pure jhol!
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Viraa’s eyes flash, hating Arjun’s gruff tone, but his kada glints, stirring a tiny, unwanted flutter. Arjun scowls, annoyed by her glare, yet her bandhani grace tugs at him. A phone buzzes—Arjun’s—a low voice hisses, “They’re not safe.” Outside, the shadow moves, rudraksha note slipping under the door: “Sign, or end.” Laughter bubbles—Rohan trips, spilling ghevar, lightening the gloom, but danger lingers.
Viraa Rajwanshi(FL)
Staring at note, texting Tara, yeh note ne dil dhadka diya! 😟 ‘Sign, or end’? I hate this ladka, par koi hume dekh raha hai! Ab kya karun, yaar? My heart’s a mess!
Tara Malhotra (FL Bff)
Texting Arre, Viraa, kitna khatra hai! That note’s bad news! I’m near, beta, we’ll face this. Thoda haso—Rohan’s ghevar flop was funny, haan? Stay strong!
Arjun Vardhman(ML)
Grabbing note, voice low Haan, koi game khel raha hai, chhori. I despise you too, but we’re stuck. Dil thoda darta hai—stay near, or we’re done.
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Hate burns bright, a dark thread tying them, a faint spark buried deep. A shadow flees, a chill grows—who’s weaving this trap? 😱
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