अपनी सांसों में महकता पाया है तुझे,
हर खवाब मे बुलाया है तुझे,
क्यू न करे याद तुझ को,
जब खुदा ने हमारे लिए बनाया है तुझे........!!!
This world has betrayed me so many times that I’ve forgotten what loyalty feels like.
They broke me — piece by piece — until I could no longer recognise my own reflection.
My heart, once full of dreams, is now a graveyard of questions — unanswered, buried, forgotten.
Maybe even God got tired of hearing me.
Tired of my tears. My prayers. My silence.
Maybe that’s why He’s started playing a new game with my life.
A cruel one.
Am I really so undeserving?
Is this what I’m worth — questions without answers, pain without mercy?
Perhaps… yes.
I trusted everyone. And each time, they shattered that trust like glass underfoot.
Now all that remains are fragments of hope — sharp, dangerous, and impossible to hold.
I don’t have the courage to gather them.
I’m tired. I’m broken.
I am a soul in ruins. A girl no one chooses. A story no one reads to the end.
I’ve been called tainted.
Unworthy.
Discarded like a stain on a white sheet no one wants to wash.
And yet... he stands there. This man.
Not just any man. Ekaksh Singh Rathore.
A king — not just by bloodline, but by spirit.
And he’s looking at me — as if I am whole. As if I am light.
He wants to fix me — not out of pity, but with reverence.
He wants to take this shattered version of me, this girl who doesn't even believe she deserves sunlight —
and place me on the throne of his soul.
He doesn’t see me as dust — he wants to call me his Rani Sa.
He speaks of adding color to my grey world.
Of lighting the corners I’ve locked away.
Of treating me not like a burdened past, but a sacred future.
Where the world sees a blemish, he sees the Ganga — pure, flowing, divine.
But why?
There are so many women in the world — flawless, royal, perfect.
He could choose anyone.
And yet... he chooses me.
An ordinary girl.
A girl who cries at night and pretends to smile during the day.
A girl who walks with her head down because life has never taught her how to hold it high.
I can see the truth in his eyes. Not sweet lies or rehearsed promises.
But the kind of sincerity that makes your chest ache.
The kind of truth that breaks down every wall you’ve built just to survive.
But am I worthy of this? Of him? Of love like that?
Can someone like me ever hold something so sacred… and not destroy it?
“Don't overthink, meri jaan... warna mandap tak hum nahi, aapke thought process pahuch jaayenge pehle.”
Mishti blinked out of her storm of thoughts, her head turning slowly toward the source of the voice.
She looked at him with a confused expression — so lost in her mind that she hadn't even registered his teasing.
“Ji... ji, aapne kuch kaha kya, Hukum sa?” she asked, frowning slightly.
Her innocence. Her confusion. Her flushed cheeks.
Ekaksh’s heart skipped a beat. God, those chubby cheeks... how can someone look this adorable while being confused? I just want to bite them.
Control, Ekaksh. Control. Why the hell are you behaving like this? he scolded himself internally.
Clearing his throat, he smiled softly.
“Nothing, my sunshine. I was just teasing you.”
The word “sunshine” made her cheeks warm up instantly. She blushed and quickly lowered her eyes, trying to hide the shy smile blooming on her lips.
Ekaksh’s smile widened at the sight. He felt a strange urge to freeze this moment forever — to always have her blush like that, just for him.
Trying to ease her awkwardness, he leaned slightly closer and said with a gentler tone,
“Umm... to kya socha hai aapne, sunshine?”
Mishti raised her eyes, confused again.
“Ji...ji kis baare mein, Hukum sa?”
“Ji humare Vivah prastav ke baare mein, Mishti.”
His voice was soft now, laced with sincere patience.
"aap jo bhi decision legi, hume mazoor hoga."
Tears welled up in her eyes the moment he finished speaking.
Her heart whispered yes, but her mind was terrified. Could she trust her fate again? Could she allow herself this happiness?
She took a deep breath, battling within herself. Then, gathering all her courage, she looked up at him and said:
“Hum... aapse vivaah karne ke liye tayyar hain, Hukum sa. Par... kya hum aapse kuch maang sakte hain?”
He raised his brows playfully, his lips curling into a soft smirk.
“Rani sa, aap chahe to hume mang le hum uff tak nahi kahenge, ye to phir bhi aapki khawish hogi.”
Blush. Red cheeks. Tomato
Mishti composed herself and hesitated for a moment and then said in a low voice,
“Main... kya Akshu ko apne saath rakh sakti hoon? Actually... usse mere bina rehne ki aadat nahi hai, toh...”
She lied, slightly — the truth was, she couldn’t imagine leaving her little brother behind in that house.
Ekaksh knew she wasn’t telling the full truth — he could read her easily now — but chose not to call her out. Instead, he smiled gently and said,
“Ji bilkul. Aap jo chahein, woh kijiye.”
Then, with a teasing glint in his eyes, he added,
“Chahein toh humw aapne pass rakh lijiye. Hume aapki gulami khushi se manjoor hogi?”
Mishti’s eyes widened at once.
“Nahi nahi, Hukum sa! Aap... aap yeh kya keh rahe hain?”
He laughed softly.
“Relax, my little rabbit. Aap toh turant stress le leti hain. I was just teasing. Chaliye, chalte hain andar... sab intezaar kar rahe honge.”
With a reassuring blink, he held out his hand slightly. Mishti nodded, and together they walked back inside.
Back inside, everyone turned as the two entered.
Ekaksh returned to his place and looked at Sumitra ji with a small nod.
Sumitra's eyes sparkled with happiness. She immediately stood up and walked to Mishti. Placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, she said warmly,
“Welcome to our family, beta ji.”
Mishti was then seated beside Ekaksh, and the Sagun ceremony began.
First, Dadi sa draped a beautiful, auspicious red chunni over Mishti’s head. She then applied tilak to her forehead, blessing her with long life and happiness, and tied the ancestral bracelet onto her wrist — a symbol of her becoming one with the Rathore family.
One by one, every family member gave her gifts and blessings — jewelry, sarees, sweets, shagun envelopes. Mishti, though still dazed, accepted everything with a soft smile, her eyes occasionally darting to Ekaksh, who was silently watching her with adoration.
Akshat stood nearby, grinning wide. His heart felt full.
“Bas bhagwaan se ek hi dua hai — meri didu ko kabhi koi dukh na ho,” he prayed quietly.
But not every eye in the room carried love.
From the corner, Kamini glared at Mishti with cold hatred. She clenched her fists, her mind already scheming.
“Bas jaane do inhe. Fir dikhaati hoon Mishti ko uski aukaat,” she thought bitterly.
What she didn’t know was that Shivank had been watching her every move — his keen eyes missing nothing. He noted her expression and tucked the information away for later.
As the ceremony came to an end, Sumitra ji turned to Mishti’s father, Rakesh, and said kindly:
“Thik hai bhai sahab, ab hum chalte hain. Par kal... kal hum aap sabko dinner ke liye nimantran dete hain. Pandit ji bhi aayenge. Shaadi ki date bhi fix ho jaayegi.”
Rakesh, clearly overwhelmed but smiling nervously, nodded.
“Ji... ji, kyu nahi. Hum zaroor aayenge.”
Everyone began to take leave, blessing Mishti as they walked out.
Ekaksh stayed back for a moment. He walked to where Mishti was standing now — still wrapped in chunni and confusion.
He looked into her eyes, softened his tone, and said:
“Bye, sunshine. Take care.”
Mishti simply nodded, too overwhelmed to speak.
Her world — once grey — was now filled with colors she wasn’t sure how to hold.
But one thing was certain — a storm named Ekaksh Singh Rathore had entered her life...
...and this time, maybe, it wasn’t to break her — but to rebuild her.
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