Mumbai
Jannat Villa
The wedding preparations at Jannat Villa were gradually intensifying. Everyone was busy with the wedding preparations, and the best designers from Mumbai were arriving at Jannat Villa at this very moment. The Shekhawat family wanted to leave no stone unturned in welcoming the new bride and ensuring her wedding was flawless. Everyone was eager, not because of the celebration or the happiness, but simply to wear the best clothes and ensure their pictures looked good in front of the media. Amid all this, there was one person who was completely indifferent to all the preparations, the happiness, the clothes, and even the bride herself. That person was none other than our groom, Rudraksh Shekhawat, who had sunk deeper into his indulgent lifestyle over the past few days. In fact, Rudraksh had even stopped coming home. His haldi ceremony was done, though he only applied a bit out of fear of his grandfather. His mehendi ceremony followed, and finally, the day had come when he would be married. Rudraksh Shekhawat, the most handsome bachelor and the underworld king, was about to belong to someone else. But he didn't care. Rudraksh was still at the bar, having just signed an important deal that would be great for his company, and simultaneously, he was involved in a drug deal. Sophia, his partner, was sitting beside him, and Rudraksh had his hand on her waist. This was the man who was about to get married the next day, but had no interest in the bride. As Sophia smelled his neck, she whispered, "I want to belong to you forever tonight. You've signed a deal worth millions, at least celebrate that happiness." Rudraksh glanced at her and pushed her away, saying, "Sophia, I need to get home quickly. Just today, after tomorrow, when that girl arrives, then I'll show her what Rudraksh Shekhawat is capable of." Sophia smiled broadly at his words.
Indore
Haya's hands were adorned with mehendi, and it looked incredibly beautiful. Everyone had come to know that Haya was marrying into a rich Mumbai family, and while some were happy, others were jealous. But Haya didn't care. Ranjit had told her not to speak about it. The color of the mehendi on her hands was turning vibrant, and her fair skin was glowing even more. She wore a beautiful green lehenga, but amidst all this, her face carried an undeniable sadness, which no one seemed to notice. "How many shoes can I hide from my jiju?" said Gudia, looking at her tiny hands. Haya glared at her, then stood up and said, "I'm going to rest, I'm tired." Everyone was busy dancing, so no one paid attention to the bride.
Haya went to her room, gazed at her mehendi, and stood by the window. Tomorrow her life would change forever. She would go from Haya Diwan to Haya Shekhawat. But her fragile shoulders weren't ready to bear the weight of that luxury. She was scared of those people, of the man she was about to marry. She didn't know what was going to happen, and her anxiety grew. Looking at her ring, she whispered to herself, "I don't know what tomorrow will bring, I can't understand anything." She fell asleep, lost in these thoughts.
Mumbai
Rudraksh returned home, and the villa was decorated like a bride, with flowers and lights adorning every corner, making it look even more beautiful. Rudraksh looked at the villa with disdain and walked inside. Mannat came forward and said, "Where have you been?" Rudraksh paused and asked, "Mom, are you talking to me?" With frustration, Mannat replied, "Yes, I am talking to you! Have you forgotten about your mother in your hatred for your grandfather? Tomorrow is your wedding, and because of you, we didn't even invite the media to avoid embarrassment. What have you done? At least show up today, for us, for once. Tomorrow, that girl will arrive, what will she think? At least for the sake of our respect, please!" Rudraksh laughed mockingly and replied, "Mom, you have no shame in saying this? Without asking me, you planned to bring that girl here, to marry me? Mom, I don't want to talk about this. I told you I'll marry her tomorrow, and after that, we'll talk." Without looking at Mannat, he walked away.
Tears filled Mannat's eyes. Meanwhile, Veena, who had been silently observing, spoke softly, "Let it be, you've broken his heart. For Rudraksh, this is going to be hard to accept. Now, you'll have to deal with his coldness." Mannat, resting a hand on Veena's shoulder, replied, "I have faith in my daughter-in-law. She will surely change him. Things won't be perfect from the start, but let's see. Anyway, have you made all the preparations? The baraat will leave early tomorrow. Dad is saying we need to be in Mumbai by evening." Veena nodded and walked to her room.
The Next Morning
Indore
Haya was woken up early. Everyone was busy getting her ready because the baraat was arriving soon. Her lehenga, sent from Mumbai, had been designed by a special designer. It was heavy and difficult to handle, but Haya wore it anyway, struggling to manage its weight. A team of makeup artists was working to make her look even more beautiful. Everyone was focused on making Haya as stunning as possible. The wedding hall was ready, and everyone had already arrived. Only Haya was left, still getting ready.
Meanwhile, a private jet landed at the airport. The Shekhawat family stepped out, and several beautifully decorated cars lined up, waiting. Rudraksh, in a cream sherwani, looked like a prince from a distant land, though his face was still filled with anger and disdain. His bodyguards surrounded him. Pushkar Shekhawat walked ahead, and the women of the family wore their heavy, traditional outfits and jewelry. Even Falaq looked beautiful. However, Rudraksh's younger and elder brothers were not present at the wedding. The entire city of Indore seemed to be at the airport, eager to get a glimpse of the Shekhawat family. The sound of dhols echoed through the streets. It was clear that a family of immense wealth had arrived. Their jet had also been decorated in a royal manner.
Rudraksh sat in his car, staring outside. He hadn't even seen the bride yet, but his hatred for her only grew. He despised the roads of Indore and couldn't take any more calls from Sophia, who was repeatedly calling him. Eventually, in frustration, he answered her call, "What?" Sophia softly said, "Darling, I know you're angry, but I can't help feeling bad that you're marrying someone else." Rudraksh understood but replied coldly, "I know, but don't worry. As soon as she enters this family, I'll get rid of her. Fast." Sophia smiled and said, "Are you coming tonight? You won't have a 'suhaagraat' with her, will you?" Rudraksh snapped, "Enough, Sophia. I'll talk to you later." Hanging up, he glanced outside again and muttered, "Miss Haya Diwan, get ready for your downfall." With that, the procession continued toward the wedding hall.
Will Haya and Rudraksh's marriage actually happen? What will Rudraksh do with Haya? To find out, stay tuned for The Devil's Sweet Sin.