"Warning: Reading this chapter may cause blushing, heart racing, sudden giggles, and the urge to marry fictional characters. Proceed with snacks and emotional support!"

The grand event hall shimmered under golden chandeliers, reflecting the anticipation in the air. Models and designers rushed around in a frenzy, final touches being made, whispers of excitement and nervous energy bouncing off the walls. And in the midst of it all, a restless storm paced back and forth.

Aaradhya.

Her heels clicked against the marble floor, her deep crimson saree flowing like liquid fire behind her. But today, she wasn't just a Rajpurohit princess-she was a creator, a visionary, the heart of Vermilora.

Her brand. Her dream.

She had spent years crafting this moment, weaving her passion into every thread of the designs, ensuring that every piece carried the essence of what Vermilora stood for-a fusion of heritage and modern elegance, of vermilion's sacred symbolism and flora's delicate beauty.

A soft smile curled her lips as she whispered the name under her breath.

"Vermilora."

It was poetic, powerful... and deeply personal. A name suggested by the only person who understood her soul-Bhabhi Maa, Naina.

But before she could lose herself in the sentimentality of it all, Piya's hesitant voice pulled her back to reality.

Aaradhya: "Piya, everything on track?" Her voice was sharp, authoritative, but laced with underlying nerves.

Piya hesitated, biting her lip before answering, her hands clutching the clipboard tightly.

Priya: "Yes, ma'am, but..." she trailed off.

Aaradhya's heart clenched. That but was never a good sign.

Aaradhya: "Speak up!" she urged, her patience wearing thin.

Piya: "Two models haven't arrived yet... and they're not answering my calls."

Aaradhya's entire body stiffened, her eyes darkening with frustration.

Aaradhya: "What the hell?! The show is about to start in twenty minutes, and you couldn't handle such a simple task?" she snapped, her voice rising in agitation.

The chaos of the room momentarily stilled as her words echoed.

But before the tension could thicken further, a soft, melodious voice cut through the storm.

"What happened? Why are you shouting?"

Aardahaya turned to the entrance and saw her.

Naina.

(Let me tell she is pregnant one month)

Shadows of read that..)

Dressed in an ivory ensemble, the very embodiment of grace. She walked with an effortless elegance, her presence soothing like the first rain after scorching heat. There was something about Naina-her ability to calm even the wildest of storms with just a few words, the way she could turn any situation around without breaking a sweat.

She stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on Aaradhya's shoulder.

Naina: "Breathe, Aaru. Tell me what's wrong."

Aaradhya let out a frustrated sigh.

Aaradhya: "Bhabhi, the show is starting in twenty minutes, and two of our models haven't shown up! What do I do now?"

Naina tilted her head, considering the situation, before a mischievous smile danced on her lips.

Naina: "How many models do we need?"

Aaradhya frowned at the odd question but still answered, "Two."

Naina's smile grew wider.

Naina: "Okay, then... what do you think about me and you?"

Aaradhya's eyes widened in shock.

Aardahaya: "Bhabhi! You're an angel, but look at me! I can run, I can fight, but walk like a goddess? Impossible!"

Naina chuckled, a knowing look in her eyes.

Naina: "You will... because you already are."

Then she smirked and leaned in conspiratorially.

Naina: "And stop using bad words, Rajpurohit ki ek lauti princess!" (The only princess of the Rajpurohits!)

Her tone turned teasing. "If you keep cursing, I'll tell your devil brothers... and trust me, they'll teach you a good lesson."

Aaradhya groaned dramatically.

Aardahaya: "Okay, fine! But Bhabhi, promise me you'll hold my hand. We'll walk together."

Naina squeezed her hand reassuringly.

Naina: "I need support too, babe. This is my first time as well."

And just like that, their nervousness melted into laughter as they hurried to get ready.

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The lights dimmed. The music swelled. The runway shimmered under the golden glow of spotlights.

And then... they walked.

Aaradhya, draped in a deep crimson saree with gold embroidery, looking like an untouchable goddess descended straight from the heavens. Every step she took exuded strength, elegance, and power.

Naina, beside her, radiated a quiet, breathtaking grace-an ethereal beauty that left the audience mesmerized.

The world ceased to exist for a moment. The only thing that mattered was the rhythm of their steps, the confidence in their posture, the unbreakable bond they shared.

And in the audience... two pairs of eyes never left them.

Devanash's gaze was locked onto his wife. His sharp, commanding presence softened as his eyes followed her every move, drinking in her beauty, her confidence, her poise.

But there was another gaze.

One deep green.

Unwavering.

Captivated.

Veer.

The enigmatic CEO of a leading tech empire, a man who had never spared more than a glance at fashion events, was completely and utterly lost.

(Veer is the owner of a tech company like he manufactures computers,Tv and other digitals...)

(But also wanted to invest in clothing for more benefits...)

He had come here with one purpose-to scout for investment opportunities. Vermilora had caught his attention with its unique designs and rising reputation.

But what he hadn't expected... was her.

The CEO of Vermilora.

The princess of the Rajpurohits.

The most wanted girl in high society.

Not just for her beauty... but because no man dared to claim her.

Veer's lips curved into a smirk as he pulled out his phone, capturing Aaradhya's picture. His eyes gleamed with interest as he turned to his PA.

Veer: my baby queen you will be soon mine.... In his mind

Veer: "Who is she?"

The PA shifted uncomfortably, choosing his words carefully.

PA: "Sir, she's the CEO of Vermilora... and the princess of the Rajpurohit family. Everyone wants to marry her, but she's dangerous too. And her brothers? Well... they're called devils for a reason."

Veer blinked before chuckling under his breath.

Veer: "Matlab mere saale shaitaan hain?!" (So, my future brothers-in-law are devils?!)

The PA stared at him, utterly baffled.

PA: "What?! Sir, what do you mean-"

But Veer just smirked, leaning back in his seat, his fingers still lingering over Aardahaya's picture on his phone.

Because this...

This was no longer about business.

Now, he was intrigued.

And Aaradhya Rajpurohit?

She was about to become his most dangerous obsession.

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The event had ended in an explosion of applause, the sound echoing through the grand venue like rolling thunder. Aaradhya and Naina had just taken their final steps off the stage, draped in shimmering elegance, their presence ethereal-like goddesses stepping down from the heavens themselves.

In the audience, Veer exhaled slowly, shutting his eyes for a fleeting moment.

Why did she have this effect on him?

He had seen countless women before-models, business tycoons, heiresses draped in luxury-but none had ever made his world pause like this.

And yet, there she was. A storm in red. A vision in silk and power.

Veer clenched his jaw, exhaling sharply as he watched her disappear into the crowd. He knew he needed to leave. Now. Before this strange pull turned into an obsession. Before he lost himself entirely to a woman he had just met.

Without another thought, he turned on his heel, walking out of the venue and heading straight for the bar. He needed to drink. Drown. Forget.

But forgetting her?

Impossible.

Because her fire was already burning through his carefully constructed walls.

Meanwhile, back at the Rajpurohit mansion, the halls glittered with golden lights, the aroma of exotic dishes filling the air as laughter and music wrapped the grand palace in warmth.

Aaradhya had done it. Vermilora had secured a major investor, and her entire family had gathered to celebrate her success.

Everyone congratulated her, pride shining in their eyes, their voices filled with joy. Kunal and Aaira patted her head, Vedant teased her about how she was growing too fast, and Suryaveer and Meghna , grandma Sarita and partap looked at her with the kind of love only parents could hold.

But amidst the laughter, the toasts, and the clinking glasses, Aaradhya's mind was elsewhere.

Or rather, on someone.

Currently, she sat in her luxurious room, sprawled across her plush bed, her gaze fixed on the ceiling, lost in a trance she couldn't shake off.

Naina, who had been observing her for a while, finally sighed and settled beside her, tucking her feet beneath her.

"Aaru, kya hua? Why do you look so lost?"

Aaradhya turned her head slowly, as if emerging from a dream. A soft uncertainty danced in her hazel eyes, something Naina rarely saw.

"Bhabhi... if I tell you something, you promise you won't tell Bhai, right?"

Naina narrowed her eyes, her curiosity instantly piqued.

"Baacha, kya hua? Why are you suddenly so secretive?"

Aaradhya swallowed, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her dupatta. Then, after a moment of hesitation, she spoke-her voice barely above a whisper.

"Promise me first... you won't tell anyone."

Naina smirked, sensing something big.

"Achha baba, promise."

Aaradhya inhaled deeply before turning her head to meet Naina's gaze. And then, in one breath, she confessed-

"I think... I'm in love."

A beat of silence.

And then-

"WHAT?!"

Naina's shriek was so loud that Aardahaya jumped, her hands flying to cover her Bhabhi's mouth, panic flashing across her face.

"Bhabhi!! Koi sun lega!" (Someone will hear!)

Naina's wide eyes held disbelief as she pulled Aaradhya's hands away.

"Accha, kab hua?! Kaun hai woh khushnaseeb?!" (When did this happen?! Who is the lucky man?!)

Aaradhya's cheeks turned a deep crimson as she sat up, hugging her knees to her chest like a shy teenager.

"The first time I saw him was in London... in a café. He was having a business meeting. I was there for a meeting too. I don't know why... but my eyes kept going back to him."

Naina leaned in, completely hooked.

"And today? What happened today?"

Aaradhya let out a shaky breath, her fingers clenching around her dupatta.

"I saw him again at the event. And this time... it wasn't just attraction, Bhabhi. It was more than that."

Naina clicked her tongue, shaking her head dramatically.

"Tum sab bhai-behen ek jaise ho! Ek baar mein itne sure ho jaate ho!" (You siblings are all the same! You fall for someone in one go!)

Then she smirked mischievously.

"Just look at your Bhai... he saw me once and was ready to tie me up at gunpoint!"

Aardahaya giggled, but the amusement faded as a more serious thought crept into Naina's mind.

"Aaru, are you sure about this? What if he... loves someone else?"

Aardhaya didn't hesitate. Her voice was steady, her gaze unwavering.

"Bhabhi, in these 23 years, I've never felt this way before. And the way his green eyes looked at me today..."

Naina arched an eyebrow.

"How did he look at you?"

Aardhaya's lips curled into the softest, most dangerous smile. A smile of realization. Of possession.

"The way Bhai looks at you... the way Papa looks at Maa... the way Chachu looks at Chachi."

Then, her voice dropped into a whisper, her next words sending a shiver through Naina's spine-

"Like a soulmate. Like his possession."

A silence stretched between them, charged with meaning.

And then-just as suddenly-Aaradhya's playful smirk returned.

"But don't worry, Bhabhi. If he does love someone else, I'll just kill his girlfriend and marry him.I think you forget Bhai married you at gun point but if try to marry someone I will point Artillery ( Toph) on him..

Naina gasped, slapping her arm.

"HEY BHAGWAN! Yeh ladki!" (Oh God! This girl!)

Aaradhya erupted into laughter, but then, just as quickly, she grabbed Naina's hands, her voice turning urgent.

"Bhabhi, I have a meeting with him tomorrow! Help me choose my outfit, please!"

Naina groaned.

"Aaru, you are a fashion designer! And it's a business meeting, not a date!"

Then, her expression sobered. She held Aaradhya's hands tightly, searching her eyes.

"Listen, Aaru... don't rush things. First, get to know him. Test him. The world isn't as kind as our home."

Aaradhya softened, squeezing Naina's hands reassuringly.

"I know, Bhabhi. Don't worry... I won't let my heart be played with."

Naina smiled, but deep down, she prayed.

Because love in the Rajpurohit family?

It was never simple.

And Veer?

That man was about to be swept into a storm he never saw coming.

A storm named Aaradhya Rajpurohi

The dim bar lights flickered as Veer leaned back in his chair, swirling the golden liquid in his glass. He was drunk-completely lost in intoxication-but tonight, a rare smile played on his lips.

His dark eyes fixated on his phone screen. A single photograph. One face. One obsession.

Aaradhya.

His fingers traced the image, a devilish smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Jald hi tum meri banogi, baby queen."

"Soon, you will be mine, baby queen."

The author be like: Dono hi pagal hain... Kya hi hoga dono ka?

(Both are crazy... What will even happen to them?)

A bar girl approached him, her lips curled into a seductive smile as she reached out to touch him.

His voice dropped to a chilling coldness, sharp as a blade.

"Mujhe haath mat lagana... Tum meri baby queen nahi ho."

"Don't touch me... You are not my baby queen."

His gaze darkened further.

"Aur main koi man whore nahi hoon."

"And I am not a man whore."

The girl giggled, trailing her fingers along his arm.

"Then be my man whore..."

The moment those words left her mouth, Veer's blood boiled. A deadly storm raged in his eyes. Without a second thought, he grabbed the whiskey bottle and smashed it against her head.

A loud crash.

She collapsed, her body lying still in a pool of blood.

The entire bar fell silent. No one dared to move. No one dared to breathe.

Veer turned to his bodyguard, his voice devoid of any emotion.

"Clean this up. Send her to the hospital. And next time, if she tries to approach me without my liking... kill her."

The staff trembled. Fear seeped into their bones. After all, Veer owned this bar. And Veer never forgave.

Tucking his phone into his pocket, he walked out, unbothered.

At his apartment, he peeled off his bloodstained shirt, throwing it aside. His hands moved automatically-reaching for his phone.

The same picture. The same woman. The only one who mattered.

He stared at Aaradhya's face for a long moment before pressing a ki

ss to the screen.

Then, with the phone placed on his chest, he closed his eyes and slept.

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