Chapter 1

Decorated with roses and candles, a beautiful, luxurious room awaited. Seated near the vanity was a girl whose beauty rivaled that of a celestial nymph, with her deep blue eyes and long, thick hair crafted by the heavens. Adorned in a stunning blue saree, she was none other than Radhi Singhania.

Today held special significance for her as it marked eight years since she and her boyfriend, Yash Singh Rajput, had been together. In the joy of the occasion, Radhi had been preparing a surprise for Yash since morning.

"I will propose to Yash for our wedding today," Radhi affirmed with determination as she looked at herself in the vanity mirror. With this conviction, Radhi began applying mascara for her final touch-up. Just then, her phone began ringing loudly.

Placing her mascara on the table, Radhi rushed to her bed where her bag lay, intending to answer the call. However, by the time she reached her bed, the call had disconnected.

As Radhi retrieved her phone from her bag, it started ringing again. She noticed multiple messages and missed calls from her best friend, Shivika. Without wasting time, Radhi swiftly answered Shivika's call.

"Where are you, Radhi?" Shivika asked as Radhi picked up the call, her voice filled with concern.

"Oh, Shivika, no hi, no hello, and you're directly asking me where I am," Radhi retorted in response to Shivika's abrupt question.

"Radhi, this isn't the time for jokes. Wherever you are, just turn on the news channel," Shivika said with seriousness in her voice.

"Alright, let me see," Radhi replied, sensing the gravity in Shivika's tone. With that, she picked up the remote from the table and turned on the TV.

Breaking News: Princess Visha Dev Shekhawat, daughter of King Dev Shekhawat and Queen Rashmi Shekhawat of Mewar, is set to tie the knot with Crown Prince Yash Singh Rajput, the heir to the Udaipur Kingdom.

As Radhi listened to the news, her heart sank, realizing the implications of the announcement.

"What are they showing, these news people?" Radhi exclaimed in frustration.

"I don't know, Radhi, but when I saw this news, my reaction was the same," Shivi replied from the other end of the call.

"Shivi, I'll talk to you later," Radhi said, cutting the call abruptly in annoyance.

After ending the call with Shivi, Radhi angrily tossed the TV remote on the floor. "How could you do this to me, Yash?" Radhi shouted, hurling a flower vase placed on the table onto the floor. She then picked up her phone and dialed Yash. Yash answered the call on the third ring.

"Hello," he said, as if everything were normal.

"How dare you!" Radhi shouted into the phone.

"Babe, relax! And why are you so angry?" Yash said calmly.

"When you are getting married to my stepsister, Visha, how can I relax?" Radhi shouted again.

"Oh! So that's it," Yash said, understanding the reason behind Radhi's anger.

He continued, "This is my father's decision, and I can't do anything about it. Be practical, Radhi. I am the next king of Udaipur; I need someone suitable. I need to marry a girl who fits my standards, who can manage the household as a housewife, whose job is only to take care of the family and children. And you! You've seen how angry you get and how dominating you are. Not every man will like all of this. You're just suitable as a girlfriend."

"How can you say that, and all these things didn't occur to you before getting into a relationship with me?" Radhi yelled before the call was disconnected. In frustration, Radhi threw her phone on the bed.

Visha Dev Shekhawat was Radhi's maternal uncle's daughter. When Radhi's mother, Preeti Shekhawat, wanted to marry her father, Vivek Singhania, Radhi's maternal uncle strongly opposed it and even stopped Preeti from coming in and going out. One day, taking the opportunity, Preeti fled from the golden cage of her brother and married Vivek. When Dev Shekhawat found out about this, he severed all ties with Preeti.

Frustrated, Radhi threw all the gifts Yash had given her into the room and picked up a bottle of whiskey placed on the table near the bed. She poured all the whiskey onto the gifts and set them on fire with a lighter.

"No one will be with me... because I get so angry... because I'm dominating... I'll show you what real dominance is," Radhi said while taking off her saree in anger and walking towards the bathroom.

After taking a bath and wearing a bathrobe, she sat on the sofa in the room.

She was thinking about how foolish she was to think that Yash loved her. Yash himself had said that he was waiting for her to propose for marriage, so she was repeatedly refusing her parents' demands for marriage. Although Radhi interpreted Yash's show of love, she was not one of those girls who cried for a boy and ruined their lives for them.

She was one of those whose love was heaven and hatred was hell. Radhi was thinking all this; her phone rang again. She looked at her phone; it was an unknown number. Initially, she thought of ignoring it, but in the end, she picked up the call.

"Hello," Radhi said as she picked up the call.

"Hello, am I speaking to Miss Radhi Singhania?" A man from the other end of the phone said.

"Yes, tell me," Radhi replied.

"I want to meet you at the 'Rain Cafe' tomorrow," the man said.

"Who are you? And why do you want to meet me? Are you my stalker?" Radhi started asking one question after another.

"First of all, I am not a stalker. I know you want to take revenge on Yash Singh Rajput, and as far as who I am, you'll find out in our meeting," the man replied from the other end of the phone.

"How do you know about Yash? Alright, I'll meet you, but how will I recognize you?" Radhi said.

"I know you, and I'll come to you myself," the man said and hung up the phone.

The next day, Radhi, dressed in a light pink saree, arrived at the 'Rain Cafe' to meet the man who had called her. She was waiting for him to arrive because today she had gone to the temple with her mother, so she had thought of wearing something traditional and also because she liked wearing sarees.

She was wondering who it could be; suddenly someone placed their hand on her shoulder. With this movement, she quickly got up from her seat without wasting time, turned around, and saw a tall, handsome man standing in front of her. He was wearing a white shirt and black pants. He appeared very youthful, like a college boy.

Approaching Radhi, the man sat on the chair in front of her. Radhi was still standing, looking at him with a strange expression.

Looking towards her, the man said, "Miss Radhi, I know I'm very handsome, but you don't need to stare at me like this. If you want, you can even look at me while sitting."

As soon as Radhi heard this from the man, she felt embarrassed but tried to hide her embarrassment on her face and said, "Who said I was looking at you... I mean... I admit I was looking at you, but not because you are handsome, but because I did see you but didn't recognize you."

"Miss Radhi, relax. I was just joking. Anyway, let me introduce myself. I am Aayansh Singh Rajput, your ex's younger brother, or I should say your sister Vish's ex-boyfriend," Aayansh said in a slightly sarcastic tone.

Radhi knew that Aayansh was Yash's younger brother, but she didn't know that he was her sister Vish's former boyfriend.

"Yeah, I know. Hello!" Radhi said, coming out of her thoughts.

"Please sit, why are you standing?" Aayansh said, taking his seat.

Radhi sat down as he suggested.

"Let's order something," Aayansh suggested.

Radhi was also hungry, so she didn't refuse. Aayansh ordered a cappuccino for himself and Radhika ordered black coffee. Their order arrived quickly as it was office time. Aayansh finished his coffee, and Radhi was still sipping hers.

"Let's get married," Aayansh suddenly said.

As soon as Aayansh said this, Radhi sprayed black coffee on his face.

"I'm really sorry, forgive me," Radhi apologized and took a tissue to clean her face.

"It's okay," Aayansh said, wiping his face.

"So, you were joking, right?" Radhi asked, seeking confirmation.

"No, I wasn't joking," Aayansh said seriously.

"What! Are you drunk?" Radhi said in a slightly raised voice.

"Speak slowly, everyone is watching us," Aayansh advised.

Radhi looked around and saw that everyone was indeed watching them.

"But I'm five years older than you," she said, turning towards Aayansh.

"I know. Age differences exist in many couples. It's not a problem for me," Aayansh said.

"I am dominating," Radhi said, speaking whatever was on her mind.

Approaching her, Aayansh whispered in Radhi's ear, "And I like dominating women."

Radhi's eyes widened with surprise, and her cheeks turned red because she understood the true meaning of his statement very well.

"I'm ready to marry you, but..." Radhi said with a smile.

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