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The first night of marriage is more than just a ritual; it is the threshold of a lifelong journey, where two souls, once separate, step into a shared destiny. It is the night where whispered promises and unspoken emotions weave the first threads of a new chapter.

As the realization settles in, the heart flutters with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Whether bound by love or the delicate strings of an arranged union, the air is thick with anticipation. A new bond is about to be forged-one that will be tested by time, strengthened by understanding, and deepened by love.

In that intimate solitude, as two hearts beat in the quiet of the night, one question lingers in the air like an unsung melody-"How does it feel to be married?"

It is not just a question; it is a doorway to vulnerability, to connection, to the beginning of something profound.

In the whirlwind of rituals and traditions, an eighteen-year-old bride sat in the heart of an opulent chamber, draped in red, her fate sealed just hours ago with vows she never chose. She was now a part of the most powerful royal family in the country, yet she had never felt more powerless.

The room was breathtaking-adorned with the rarest and most fragrant flowers, their delicate petals filling the air with a sweet, intoxicating aroma. Flickering candlelight cast golden hues over silk-draped walls, and tiny shimmering lights twinkled like stars in a midnight sky. It was a setting crafted for romance, for whispered promises, for the first night of a lifetime together.

But for her, it felt nothing like a dream.

Seated on the grand wedding bed, her knees pulled close to her chest, her face hidden beneath a heavy veil, she clutched her phone like a lifeline. The soft glow of the screen illuminated her trembling fingers, and silent tears cascaded down, drenching the delicate fabric of her veil.

She swiped through the pictures one by one, her touch featherlight, as if she could reach through the glass and feel the warmth of the faces frozen in time. Her lips quivered, and a soft, broken whisper escaped her-

*"I... I am s-sorry."*

With a longing sigh, she pressed a kiss to the screen, her heart splintering into pieces.

This night could have been magical. It should have been. Like any other girl, she had once imagined what this moment would be like. But reality was cruel, and tonight felt like the loneliest, most unbearable night of her life.

A sudden sound jolted her. The door creaked open, and her heart leaped to her throat. Panic surged through her veins. With frantic hands, she wiped her tears and shoved the phone beneath the pillow. But no matter how much she tried to compose herself, her body betrayed her-her fingers turned numb, her chest tightened, and her breath grew shallow. She felt suffocated in the very palace that now called her its princess.

She heard his footsteps-measured, slow, indifferent.

A nightmare. That's what this was. But no matter how much she wished to escape, there was no running from this truth.

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him, barely glancing at the grandeur surrounding him. He had been too engrossed in business meetings, too lost in a world of power and negotiations, to even remember that today was his wedding day. And now, as his gaze fell on the figure clad in bridal red, sitting stiffly on the bed, reality struck him at last.

Running a hand over his face, he exhaled sharply, as if trying to absorb this new truth. But his expression revealed his struggle-acceptance wouldn't come easy.

With an irritated sigh, he strode forward, setting his phone and laptop on the bedside table, slipping off his Rolex watch with practiced ease. His gaze drifted downward, catching sight of her bare feet curled tightly against the mattress, her toes clenching in nervousness.

Her entire posture screamed tension, her body stiff as if she were bracing for something unknown.

He rolled his eyes, his patience wearing thin.

"Listen, stop this nonsense. Go and change your clothes. I've had enough drama for today-I'm not interested in any more entertainment."

His voice was low, husky, laced with unmistakable coldness.

The moment his words reached her ears, her breath hitched. Beneath the veil, her tightly shut eyes fluttered open.

And then-

"REALLY?"

In an instant, she yanked off her veil, revealing a face no longer shadowed by fear but lit with uncontainable joy.

If any other girl had heard such harsh words on her wedding night, she might have crumbled, her dreams shattering into sorrow. But she-she was different.

He turned, startled by her sudden outburst, and what he saw left him stunned.

Just moments ago, she had been a picture of trembling uncertainty. Now, she beamed at him, her eyes twinkling like a child given the greatest surprise of her life.

"Do you have any idea how scared I was? I thought I would lose myself tonight!"

Without a second thought, she sprang forward, throwing her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly.

His entire body stiffened at the unexpected contact. Shock rooted him to the spot.

What... just happened?

Of all the reactions he had anticipated-tears, silence, resentment-this had never even crossed his mind.

She pulled away just enough to look up at him, pure relief shining in her eyes.

"Thank you so much!"

Her excitement was so genuine, so unfiltered, that for the first time in years, he was at a complete loss for words.

Vishwaraj stood frozen, his sharp mind struggling to process what had just happened. The warmth of her unexpected embrace still lingered against his skin, a contrast so jarring to his cold, calculated world that it left him shaken. He prided himself on control-over his emotions, his surroundings, and the empire he was destined to rule. But tonight, in the presence of this perplexing girl, control was slipping through his fingers like grains of desert sand.

And then, as if the night hadn't thrown enough absurdities his way, something small and metallic clattered to the ground near his feet.

His gaze flickered downward, his jaw tightening.

"What now?"

Bending down, he picked up the object, its sleek black surface glinting under the dim light. His fingers curled around it as realization struck.

With stormy eyes, he turned to her.

"Miss Aaradhya Singh Thakur, what is this?"

Aaradhya swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry.

"P-Pepper spray," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.

And then, in a blur of movement, she snatched it from his hand, clutching it close as though it were her last line of defense.

A nerve twitched in Vishwaraj's temple.

"Really?" His voice dropped to a dangerous low, the kind that made grown men step back in fear. "Do you actually believe me to be some roadside Romeo? A filthy stalker? A man who preys on women?"

His fury burned through the air, suffocating in its intensity.

"Listen carefully, Aaradhya. I am Vishwaraj Singh Shekhawat. Prince of Suryagadh. I do not chase. I do not beg. And I certainly do not need to force anyone's attention."

His words lashed out like a whip, but she did not cower.

She took a hesitant step back, her voice trembling but steady. "L-Look... I was just trying to protect myself."

Something flashed in his mind-his engagement day, the fleeting moment when he caught her staring at his pocket, her face pale. He hadn't paid attention then, but now, he understood.

She had seen his gun. His dagger.

He exhaled sharply, pushing down the frustration clawing at his chest. "Enough. I don't care what you think of me. The only thing I care about is getting rid of this sham of a marriage."

His voice thundered across the room, reverberating against the grand walls of their so-called wedding chamber.

For a moment, there was silence. And then-

"Listen, you 6'2" giraffe!"

He blinked.

Aaradhya's eyes blazed as she climbed onto the massive bed, standing tall on the soft mattress to meet him at eye level.

"You think you're the only one suffering? You think you're the only one trapped? Let me enlighten you, Your Highness-I never wanted this marriage either! More than you, I want to escape this ridiculous captivity!"

Vishwaraj's breath hitched at her audacity. No one-no one-had ever dared to speak to him this way.

She jabbed a furious finger at his chest. *"But thanks to that fifty-year-old promise your great-grandfather made to mine, my entire life was upended the moment I stepped back into India. My fate was sealed because of you!"*

His eyes narrowed.

"Because of me?"

"Yes! If only a girl had been born instead of a boy in the Shekhawat family, I would have been free! If you-"*l she glared up at him, her voice shaking with unfiltered rage,"-had never been born, my life wouldn't have been ruined!"*

Her words cut through him like a blade.

His fists clenched, the air around him thick with tension.

"Do you even realize what you're saying?" His voice dropped into something quieter, something lethal. "By your logic, Aaradhya, if you had never been born or if a boy had been born in your place, then maybe I would have been saved. Maybe my life wouldn't have been ruined either."

He took a step forward onto the bed, looming over her. But she held her ground, even as her heavy bridal lehenga swayed with the movement.

"No," he continued, his tone mocking now, "let's take this ridiculous thought further. Maybe the world itself shouldn't have existed. Maybe the Earth shouldn't have been created at all, then no one would be trapped in this mess. Right? You absolute-"

"DUMB!" she finished for him, throwing her hands in the air.

The moment was pure chaos-anger, frustration, exhaustion all tangled into one volatile storm.

"I wish we had never met!" Aaradhya's voice trembled with unrestrained fury, her finger jabbing at his chest as she glared up at him. "I wish I had been born on some other planet, far away from this crazy family, these suffocating traditions, and an entire army of bodyguards shadowing my every move!"

Her words dripped with frustration, her small frame vibrating with the sheer force of her emotions.

Vishwaraj, towering over her with his brooding stance, smirked coldly. "And you think I wanted this?" His deep voice was sharp, slicing through the air like a blade. "You think I dreamt of being shackled to an ill-mannered, impulsive brat who doesn't understand the meaning of duty?"

Her breath hitched, but she refused to back down.

She clenched her fists, her mind whirling with frustration. This arrogant giraffe! This insufferable, overbearing-

Aaradhya's gaze flickered up to his perfectly styled hair. If only she could grab it and yank-

But reality struck.

At 5'2", she was painfully aware of the impossible height difference. No matter how much she stretched, she would never reach the smug crown of his head.

But what she could reach...

A slow, devilish grin spread across her lips.

Vishwaraj barely had time to register the sudden shift in her expression before-

THWACK!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

A sharp pain shot through his body as her knee landed precisely where no man ever wanted to be hit.

ON HIS BALLS !!!

Vishwaraj's agonized scream tore through the room, his entire being crumpling in sheer, excruciating pain.

He staggered, his hands instantly flying to his lower abdomen as the pain exploded through his body like a thousand lightning bolts. His knees buckled, and for the first time in his life, the mighty Prince of Suryagadh felt utterly defeated.

"AAAAAAHHHHH!"

His roar echoed within the confines of the grand chamber, bouncing off the intricately carved walls, shaking the very foundation of Suryagadh.

The mighty, undefeated Prince of Suryagadh-brought to his knees by a five-foot-two-inch fury in red.

Through the haze of agony, he managed one word-

"AARADHYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

If the palace walls could whisper, they would speak of this moment for centuries-the night a fierce little warrior dared to bring a lion to his knees.

His vision blurred for a moment as he clutched his side, his entire existence narrowing down to that single, merciless assault. The sharp sting of pain coursed through him, stealing his breath, his composure, and for the first time in his life, his control.

Aaradhya, standing victorious yet stunned, gasped at what she had just done. Her heart pounded like a war drum, her hands flying to her mouth in disbelief. But her eyes-those fierce, untamed eyes-held a spark of something dangerously close to satisfaction. A fleeting moment of triumph.

"That... that was for ruining my life!" she declared, though her voice trembled, betraying the storm of emotions raging within her.

Vishwaraj, still reeling, slowly lifted his gaze to meet hers. His expression was dark, unreadable, a silent storm brewing beneath his piercing stare.

He had never been defeated in battle. Never been challenged so boldly. Never had a single soul dared to defy him in such a way.

But tonight-tonight, fate had delivered its cruelest, most unexpected blow.

And it had come from his own wife.

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