Rudraksha Singh Rajawat's grand entry
The engagement ceremony had just hit its magical moment—the rings were exchanged, applause echoed, and the couple sat on the beautifully decorated stage with shy smiles, receiving blessings and compliments from relatives.
Just as the atmosphere settled into comfort and joy, the air suddenly shifted—like a storm had arrived in silence.
From the entrance of the venue, a man walked in with a quiet confidence that commanded every eye without asking for attention.
Rudraksha Singh Rajawat had arrived.
Clad in a tailored black tuxedo, every inch of him radiated authority, elegance, and enigma. His 6'4" towering frame, perfectly sculpted sharp jawline, deep black eyes, and that signature slightly tousled, curly hair made him look like he had stepped straight out of a fictional world.
And oh, the aura—it was impossible to ignore.
As he walked with that slow, controlled stride, murmurs ran through the crowd. Girls literally stopped mid-sentence, nudging each other, eyes wide.
"Who is he?"
"God, look at him!"
"That tuxedo should be illegal..."
"Greek god... no, better..."
Even the photographers forgot to click for a second.
Rudraksha moved straight toward his family, greeted his mother and aunt with a gentle nod, and respectfully touched the feet of a few elders. Then he turned to greet the groom's parents—his uncle and aunt.
"chacha, chachi," he said with a polite smile, his voice deep and calm.
"Ah, Rudra beta!" his uncle beamed, pulling him into a warm hug. "Bas tera hi intezaar tha."
Then Rudraksha finally approached the stage where Yuvraj and Minisha were seated.
He held Yuvraj's hand firmly and gave a rare smile. "Congratulations, bhai."
Yuvraj grinned, "Finally! Rudra bhai bhi aa gaye!"
Minisha greeted him shyly with a "Namaste," and he returned it respectfully, complimenting her with a nod. "Looking lovely. A perfect match."
After exchanging a few words with them, he moved and took a seat beside his family—right in the front row, where his presence was impossible to ignore.
From across the lawn, Isha, standing with Anvika and Arjun, accidentally locked eyes with him for a brief moment... just a second.
But something in that second paused her breath.
But the way she avoided eye contact after that—maybe it was the first spark of something unexpected...
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Rudraksha's POV
Shaadi... same functions, same people, same noise... Rudraksha adjusted the cuff of his tuxedo as he sat beside his mother, his eyes scanning the venue casually. His mind was half lost in the meeting he left unfinished and half in wondering how long he had to stay.
He leaned back slightly, bored, and turned his head toward where Anvika and Ayansh stood with some new faces. They were laughing—teasing each other, clearly having fun. He was about to look away, uninterested, when...
He saw her.
Amid the crowd, one girl stood out—not because she was doing anything grand or dramatic. In fact, quite the opposite.
She was aughing, head tilted slightly, eyes crinkled in amusement, a soft breeze playing with the edges of her white dupatta . The way she threw her head back—carefree, natural—without a single thought of who was watching her or how she looked.
And just like that, Rudraksha's gaze froze.
He didn't know her name. Didn't even realise he had been staring.
Something about her was... calm. Real. In a world where most people wore masks, she felt untouched—like a breath of peace.
And then—she turned.
For just a fleeting second, their eyes met.
Warm brown met intense black. Neither of them smiled. Neither flinched. But something flickered. Something almost unexplainable passed between them.
And then, she looked away, as if nothing had happened.
Rudraksha's jaw flexed slightly. His eyes lingered for a moment more before he pulled his attention away, looking straight ahead, pretending his heart hadn't just skipped a beat for a stranger.
Interesting...
Who is she?
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Isha POV
We were standing near the snack counter, all of us laughing over something Arjun had just said about Anvika's obsession with selfies. The mood was light, fun, and exactly how weddings should feel.
And then suddenly—Anvika paused mid-laugh.
I turned around casually, sipping my juice—and then choked a little.
*Was that even a man?
No wait... he wasn't just any man. He looked like he had walked straight out of a fantasy novel or some cinematic slow-motion scene.
Tall. Broad shoulders. Black tuxedo. Slightly tousled hair. Sharp jawline. Black intense eyes.
Bhai kya Greek god drop kiya hain aaj universe ne?
My eyes widened slightly, trying not to make it obvious that I was staring... along with literally every other girl in the venue.
And then Ayansh casually said, "Bhai aa gaye!"
Wait. What?
I blinked, glancing at Anvika. "Bhai?"
"Hmm," she smiled, "Rudraksha bhai."
Oh... so Greek God is their brother.
Interesting. Unexpected. Intimidating.
I turned back around, trying to pretend I was calm, trying not to overthink.
But a few minutes later, as I was laughing again with Arjun, I casually turned my head—
And our eyes met.
Just for a second. One blink. One heartbeat.
But my world paused.
His eyes—so intense—held mine for the tiniest breath of time, and suddenly, I felt my heartbeat go absolutely haywire. Like... dhol bajna shuru ho gaye ho inside my chest.
I quickly looked away, hiding the rising blush in my cheeks. Kya ho raha hai mujhe? It was just eye contact, yaar.
Right?
After the engagement, when I heard someone say he was Minisha dii's husband elder brother, I was like—
"Ohh... toh jiju ke bade bhai hain..."
And then I mentally shook myself, Toh? Mujhe kya! Kya hi farak padta hai.
Control Isha. Focus. You're here for the wedding, not to get lost in someone's black eyes. Huh!
And just like that, I smiled and returned to my jokes and gossip—**but my heart?**
It was still drumming like a tabla.
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