Vidhart Singh Ranawat Four years. That’s how long it had been since I saw her—the girl in the Blue kurti, barefoot on the temple grounds, surrounded by children, her laughter lost among the chaos, while she remained untouched by it all. She hadn’t noticed me. Not once. But I—I had memorized her smile, the way her dupatta fluttered in the mountain breeze, the delicate arch of her neck as she tilted her head, the innocence in her eyes. Some faces stay with you longer than others. Hers… hers stayed with me like an unfinished melody, a half-sketched memory, and I couldn't shake it. I wanted to complete it. But life moved on. And I buried that moment, locked it away, letting time erase what it could. But it never fully faded. "Are you sure about this?" Dadaji’s voice broke through the quiet of the old study, a room filled with the fragrance of sandalwood and leather-bound books. The deep history of my family soaked the walls, the legacy of generations past whispering softly around me. Yet, it felt somehow too small, too confined for the words I was about to speak. "I am," I replied, pouring him a cup of chai, the steam swirling in the air like the tangled thoughts in my mind. __________________ Vidhart Singh Ranawat 33 | Jaipur | The Silent Storm A man of legacy, carved from marble and discipline. He speaks less, observes more. His silence isn’t emptiness—it’s command. Royal blood runs through his veins, but it’s his loyalty, not his lineage, that defines him. Beneath the tailored suits and ancestral pride lies a heart that once paused time for a single glance of a girl he couldn't forget. He waited—not out of weakness, but out of strength. Because when Vidhart loves, he does so with permanence. Eraya Sharma 28 | Dehradun | The Quiet Flame She walks through the world gently, like poetry written in soft ink. Rooted in compassion, driven by purpose— her soul finds meaning in every hand she helps, every heart she heals. She isn’t the loudest in the room, but when she speaks, the world listens—because truth always echoes. She believes in kindness over chaos, courage over comfort. And though she never sought grandeur, fate chose her for a love that was written long before she knew it existed.
Dedication
FreeChapter 1: The Proposal
FreeChapter 2: The Man Behind the Proposal
FreeChapter 3: Between Yes and No
FreeChapter 4: A Meeting of Hearts
FreeChapter 5: Reluctant Approval
FreeChapter 6: Whispers Behind Royal Walls
FreeChapter 7: Terms & condition
FreeChapter 8: The Decision
For FollowersChapter 9: Engagement Ceremony
For FollowersChapter 10: Media & Pressure
For FollowersChapter 11: Royal Bride
For FollowersChapter 12: After Wedding
For FollowersChapter 13: First Rasoi
For FollowersChapter14: Playful Teasing
For FollowersChapter 15: The Unspoken Promise
For FollowersChapter16: A Day of Smiles and Blushes
For FollowersChapter 17: His Business world
For FollowersChapter 18: NGO Conflicts
For FollowersChapter 19: She Wears My Name, That's Enough
For FollowersChapter 20: First Love
For FollowersChapter 21: Drenched in Rain
For FollowersChapter 22: His anger
For FollowersChapter 23: A Short Goodbye
For FollowersChapter 24: Flight to her
For FollowersChapter 25: Wrapped in His Love
For FollowersChapter26: Memorable Night
For FollowersChapter 27: Blossoms
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