Rajvansh Mansion ke bade gates dheere se khule.
Aarabya car se bahar utar rahi thi, uska dil zor se dhadak raha tha.
“Yeh ghar hai ya palace?” usne socha.
Aarambh uske paas khada tha—calm, distant.
“We’re here,” usne bas itna kaha.
Ek pyaari si elderly lady aage badhi.
“Aarabya beta… welcome home.”
Yeh Arambh ki dadi thi, Vasudhara Rajvansh. Unhone pyaar se Aarabya ka haath pakda. Us ek touch ne Aarabya ko thoda sa sahara diya.
Griha Pravesh
“Kalash ko dheere se girana,” dadi ne kaha.
Aarabya ne Aarambh ki taraf dekha.
Koi reaction nahi.
Usne dheere se kalash giraya aur andar kadam rakha.Laal pairon ke nishaan marble floor par ban gaye.Har kadam ke saath uski purani zindagi peeche chhoot rahi thi.
Servants line mein khade the.
“Namaste ma’am.”
Aarabya thoda ghabra gayi.
Ma’am?
Woh toh sirf “Aaru” thi…
Phir dadi ne ek Mid age aurat ko ishara kiya aur wo age ayi. Unhone instruction diya - "Aarabya Ko Room main le jao"
Us aurat ne apna sir hilaya aur Arabya ko apne saath le gae. Arabya ka Cehra Abhi bhi ghunghat se dhaka hua tha . Jise use sab saaf toh nehi par dikh raha ta . Wo apni badi badi Ankho se sab dekh rahi thi.
Raat ka waqt
Aarabya bed ke kone par baithi thi.Aarabya sat quietly on the edge of the massive bed in her new room.
No— Not just a room.
A suite.
It was bigger than her entire house.
The walls were elegant, the furniture luxurious, everything perfectly arranged.
And yet— It felt empty...Cold.
Room bahut bada tha… bahut sundar… lekin bilkul ajnabi.
Usne apne mehendi wale haath dekhe.
Aankhon mein aansu aa gaye.
“Di…” usne dheere se kaha.
Tabhi… door khula ...Aarambh andar aaya. Aarabya seedhi ho kar baith gayi.
As Aarambh walked slowly toward the bed, the soft sound of his footsteps echoed in the silent room. Aarabya’s heart started racing instantly. She sat frozen, her fingers clutching the edge of her dupatta, her breath uneven.
The distance between them closed too quickly for her comfort.
Aarabya instinctively shifted back, nervousness clearly written all over her face.
Aarabh didn’t rush.
He came to a stop right in front of her… then calmly sat down, his presence dominating the space between them. For a moment, he said nothing—just observed her.
Carefully...Intensely.
His sharp gaze studied every detail—the way her lashes trembled, the way her fingers fidgeted, the way her small frame seemed to shrink under his presence.
Without a word, he slowly lifted his hand and reached for her veil.
Aarabya’s breath hitched.
With a gentle yet firm motion, Aarambh lifted her ghunghat.
And there she was.
Head bowed. Eyes lowered. Lips slightly trembling.
Innocence, untouched and raw.
For a second, even Aarambh paused.
There was something… disarmingly pure about her.
“What’s your name?” he asked, his deep voice breaking the silence.
“Aarabya… Kapoor,” she replied softly, almost in a whisper.
Aarambh’s expression didn’t change.
But his eyes darkened slightly.
“What did you say?” he asked again, his tone sharper this time.
Aarabya swallowed nervously. “Aarabya… Kapoor…”
A faint smirk touched his lips.
He leaned a little closer.
“I’ll ask one last time,” he said, his voice low, controlled, yet commanding. “What is your name?”
Aarabya’s fingers tightened around her dupatta. Her heart pounded louder with every passing second.
“Aarabya…” she began again, her voice shaking, “Kap—”
“Aarabya Aarambh Rajvansh.”
He cut her off mid-word.
The authority in his voice left no space for argument.
A sudden shiver ran down Aarabya’s spine. Goosebumps rose on her skin as those words settled deep within her.
Her name… changed.
Her identity… rewritten.
Aarambh’s gaze didn’t leave her face.
“Now,” he said, his tone softer but no less powerful, “tell me again.”
Aarabya remained still for a moment.
Then Aarambh lifted his hand once more, this time gently gripping her chin between his fingers, tilting her face upward.
“For me,” he murmured, his eyes locking onto hers, “say it.”
For the first time, Aarabya looked straight at him.
And she froze.
He was… breathtaking.
Sharp features. Intense eyes. A presence that felt overwhelming, yet impossible to look away from.
For a few seconds, she forgot everything.
Where she was.
Who she was.
Why she was here.
Lost… just lost in him.
Then reality returned.
Her lips parted slightly, her voice barely audible—
“Aarabya… Aarambh Rajvansh.”
Aarambh held her gaze for a moment longer.
Then slowly let go.
A subtle, unreadable expression crossed his face.
As if he had just claimed something.
Not forcefully.
But undeniably.
And Aarabya…
She didn’t realize it yet—
But in that moment, her life had truly begun to change.
Arambh ne use observe kiya.
Itni seedhi?
“Good,” usne kaha.
Aarabya ne surprise se dekha.
“Bas ek cheez,” Arambh ki awaaz firm ho gayi,
“Is ghar ki dignity maintain karna.”
“Main kabhi kuch galat nahi karungi,” Aarabya ne turant kaha.
Uski awaaz sachchi thi.Bilkul saaf.
Arambh ne ek baar use dekha. woh dheere se bola—
“This is going to be interesting…”
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