A Thread Tied By Destiny The Mandap's Gaze and a Spark Ignites

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗗𝗮𝘆 – 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗨𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀

The crisp morning air of Rajasthan carried a palpable sense of anticipation.

Today was 𝘵𝘩𝘦 day.

The wedding of 𝗩𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮 𝗠𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗷𝗮𝗻 and 𝗔𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲.

The 𝗠𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗮 𝗣𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲, already a vision of royal splendour, had transformed into a living dream —

𝘈 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘱 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘬.

𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴.

𝘎𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

𝘚𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘪𝘢.

Revencroft and Mahajan energy was vibrant but controlled.

𝗠𝗶𝗿𝗮, dressed in deep magenta, exchanged quiet, knowing glances with 𝗗𝗲𝘃 — both glowing with pride and poised alertness.

Mira Revencroft (FL's Mom)

Dev Revencroft (FL's Dad)

On Vamika's wedding day, 𝗥𝗮𝗷𝗮𝗻 and 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝘆𝗮 glowed with immense pride and joy.

Rajan Mahajan (Vamika's Dad)

Priya Mahajan (Vamika's Mom)

Elsewhere in the courtyard:

Jennifer Revencroft (FL's Eldest Sister)

𝗝𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗲𝗿, a vision in emerald, tightened Lyra’s pallu with clinical elegance.

Lyra Revencroft (FL's Youngest Sister)

𝗟𝘆𝗿𝗮 struggled to stay still.

Jisha Revencroft (FL's Twin Sister)

𝗝𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗮, stunning in a red lehenga with intricate golden detailing, was already absorbed in her phone.

𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲, elegantly dressed in a floral-printed, scanned the crowd — searching for something even she couldn’t name.

Jisha Revencroft (FL's Twin Sister)

“𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘞𝘪-𝘍𝘪,” 𝘑𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱, “𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳’𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴?”

Shine Revencroft (FL)

𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. “𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘵 𝘐𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨.”

Meanwhile...

Auren Revencroft (FL's Brother)

𝗔𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗻, in an ornate, light-colored sherwani, attempted (and failed) to hack into the palace security feed.

𝗟𝘆𝗿𝗮 had spotted at least seven potential selfie-spots in under five minutes.

Then...

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱.

The storm known as the 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀.

Durga Thakur (Armaan's Dad)

First came 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝗴𝗮 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗿 — rigid, imposing, commanding the space with ancestral arrogance.

Leela Thakur(Armaan's Mom)

His wife, 𝗟𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗮, equally cold but poised, scanned the Revencrofts with razor eyes.

Leela Thakur(Armaan's Mom)

Then the 𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀.

𝘈 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘬.

Viraj Rathore (ML's Dad)

Samaira Rathore (ML's Mom)

𝗩𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗷 and 𝗦𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗮 led the way — the king and queen of controlled chaos. Behind them, the sons:

𝗜𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗶, in a shimmering traditional, adorned, a soft, warm light source behind her.

Kiaan Rathore (ML's Eldest Brother)

𝗞𝗶𝗮𝗮𝗻, in charcoal, scanning the crowd like it was a chessboard.

Rian Rathore (ML's Twin Brother)

𝗥𝗶𝗮𝗻, dangerous smile barely hiding his calculation.

Lucian Rathore (ML)

𝗟𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗻...

...entered like a 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲.

𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘩𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘢. 𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴.

And then—

Lucian Rathore (ML)

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Shine Revencroft (FL)

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𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝘁 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲’𝘀.

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥. 𝘈 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

The mandap stood between them.

The wedding.

The world.

And yet, that one 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗲 said:

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳.

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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 – 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗨𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗥𝗮𝗷𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗶 𝗦𝘂𝗻

Vamika Mahajan (FL's Cousin)

Armaan Thakur (ML's Cousin)

𝘈𝘴 𝙑𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙠𝙖 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘱, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.

The chants. The petals. The divine moment.

Shine couldn’t sit still.

Her body moved before her mind could argue.

She found herself at a 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘆, the breeze lifting strands of her hair.

A sudden voice cut through the quiet.

Someone

“𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳?”

She turned.

Didn’t need to.

She knew that voice.

That scent.

That aura.

𝗟𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲.

Just behind her.

Too close.

Too calm.

She didn’t flinch.

Shine Revencroft (FL)

“𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴. 𝘓𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦.”

Lucian Rathore (ML)

𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 — 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺. “𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴?”

Shine Revencroft (FL)

“𝘍𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺. 𝘜𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬?”

Lucian Rathore (ML)

“𝘍𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯,” 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘺. “𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦… 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥.”

Shine Revencroft (FL)

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Lucian Rathore (ML)

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Their eyes locked.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘦𝘥. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬.

Shine Revencroft (FL)

“𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦?” 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵.

Lucian leaned in, just enough to make her breath hitch.

Lucian Rathore (ML)

“𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴... 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵.”

Shine Revencroft (FL)

𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳. “𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘙𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦?”

Lucian Rathore (ML)

“𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥,” 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥. “𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦.”

Then... a pause.

His eyes dropped — briefly — to her lips. Then back up.

Lucian Rathore (ML)

“𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥.”

He turned, the echo of his voice lingering long after he disappeared.

Shine stood frozen.

𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

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The wedding neared its peak. Mantras rose like incense.

Near a carved arch, 𝗝𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗲𝗿 𝗥𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗿𝗼𝗳𝘁 admired the artistry.

Someone

“𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳-𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥,” 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳.

She turned.

𝗞𝗶𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲.

Composed. Precise. Dangerous in a way that didn’t require volume.

Jennifer Revencroft (FL's Eldest Sister)

“𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯,” 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. “𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘤𝘺.”

Kiaan Rathore (ML's Eldest Brother)

“𝘖𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵,” 𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭. “𝘏𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺.”

Jennifer smiled — sweet but sharp.

Jennifer Revencroft (FL's Eldest Sister)

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺’𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘤𝘺 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺… 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘵𝘭𝘦.”

A flicker of humor.

He nodded.

Kiaan Rathore (ML's Eldest Brother)

“𝘕𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴. 𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯. 𝘓𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭.”

Jennifer Revencroft (FL's Eldest Sister)

𝘑𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥. “𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦.”

Kiaan’s smile dropped a fraction — just enough to reveal respect.

Kiaan Rathore (ML's Eldest Brother)

“𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴, 𝘔𝘴. 𝘙𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘵.”

He bowed. Slightly.

Then disappeared into the crowd.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘳?

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥. 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 — 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘵.

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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗩𝗼𝘄𝘀 – 𝗔 𝗕𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱𝘀

The fire glowed.

The chants crescendoed.

Vamika and Armaan circled the flames. Seven steps. Seven promises.

Two worlds were now joined.

From the crowd:

𝗠𝗶𝗿𝗮 & 𝗗𝗲𝘃 shared a soft, fulfilled smile.

𝗥𝗮𝗷𝗮𝗻 & 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝘆𝗮 Mahajan beamed.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗿𝘀 stood stiffly proud.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀, for once, silent.

Across the aisle:

Jisha Revencroft (FL's Twin Sister)

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Rian Rathore (ML's Twin Brother)

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𝗥𝗶𝗮𝗻 caught 𝗝𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗮’𝘀 eye.

For once, he didn’t smirk.

And Jisha?

She didn’t look away.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵. 𝘈 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳.

And as the couple received blessings—

𝗟𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗻 stepped forward.

His words were minimal.

His blessing, brief.

But then—

Lucian Rathore (ML)

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𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦.

Something had shifted.

A line had been crossed.

A thread pulled tight.

And neither of them could unfeel it now.

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