The entire Rathore Mansion was glowing.

Golden fairy lights wrapped around every pillar.

Fresh white lilies and red roses decorated the entrance.

The sound of dhol echoed through the air as guests from across the country arrived one after another.

Business tycoons.

Politicians.

Royal families.

Celebrities.

Everyone had gathered for one wedding.

The wedding of...

Aryaveer Singh Rajawat and Aadhya Rathore.

The most awaited wedding of the year.

Everything was perfect.

Until...

It wasn't.

...

"Where is Aarohi?"

It was a simple question.

One that nobody paid much attention to.

"She must be helping Aadhya."

"Maybe she's with Siya."

"She's probably getting ready."

One excuse after another.

But fifteen minutes later...

No one had seen Aarohi.

Siya searched every room.

Nothing.

The terrace.

Nothing.

The garden.

Nothing.

Her phone...

Switched off.

A strange fear settled in Siya's heart.

She immediately called only one person.

"Advik Bhai..."

Her voice trembled.

"I can't find Aarohi."

The smile disappeared from Advik's face.

"What do you mean you can't find her?"

"I've searched everywhere."

Without wasting another second, he walked straight to Aryaveer.

Aryaveer was standing near the entrance, surrounded by guests.

He looked every bit the perfect groom.

Cream sherwani.

Royal safa.

Calm expression.

Until he saw Advik's face.

"Bhai..."

That one word was enough.

Aryaveer's heartbeat stopped.

"What happened?"

"Siya called."

"She can't find Bhabhi."

For a moment...

Time froze.

Aryaveer's eyes immediately searched the crowd.

The stage.

The staircase.

The balcony.

The entrance.

Nowhere.

Not a single glimpse of his Biwi.

His chest tightened.

"No..."

He whispered.

"She would've called me."

Just then...

His phone rang.

Unknown number.

He answered instantly.

"Hello?"

A distorted laugh echoed from the other side.

"So..."

"The great Aryaveer Singh Rajawat."

"We finally found your weakness."

Aryaveer's grip on the phone tightened.

"What do you want?"

"We have the girl."

His eyes darkened.

"What girl?"

"The younger Rathore daughter."

Aryaveer's breathing became uneven.

"If you want to see her alive..."

"Come alone."

The call disconnected.

For the first time in years...

Aryaveer felt fear.

Real fear.

He immediately turned to leave.

"Where are you going?"

Devendra Rajawat's voice stopped him.

Every pair of eyes turned toward Aryaveer.

"What happened?"

Aryaveer didn't answer.

He couldn't.

Because if he spoke...

Everything would change.

His silence lasted only a second.

Then another call came.

This time...

It was a video call.

Hands trembling, Aryaveer accepted it.

The screen lit up.

Aarohi.

Her hands tied.

A bruise on her forehead.

Tears streaming silently down her face.

"Veer..."

Her broken whisper shattered whatever control he had left.

One of the masked men grabbed her hair.

"So..."

"Tell us."

"Who is she?"

Aryaveer clenched his jaw.

Nobody behind him understood what was happening.

Everyone watched in confusion.

The man laughed again.

"Your bride is waiting inside."

"So why are you worried about this girl?"

Aryaveer's eyes turned bloodshot.

His voice shook.

Not with fear.

With rage.

"Because..."

He took a step forward.

"...she is not just a girl."

Another step.

"She..."

His breathing became heavy.

"...is..."

And then...

In front of hundreds of guests...

Both families...

The media...

And the entire world...

Aryaveer roared.

"SHE IS MY WIFE!"

Silence.

Absolute silence.

The phone slipped from someone's hand.

Aadhya stood frozen.

The Rathore family stared at him in disbelief.

The Rajawat family couldn't be

lieve what they had just heard.

No one moved.

No one breathed.

No one spoke.

Only Aryaveer's voice echoed through the mansion.

Filled with desperation.

Filled with love.

Filled with a truth hidden for two long years.

"She's my wife..."

"...my Biwi."

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Two Years Earlier...