Marriage of Convenience

                                        

                                              
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The Singhania mansion was bathed in shimmering lights, the scent of roses and jasmine lingering in the air long after the final guests had departed. Every inch of the estate had been decorated with exquisite taste-a testament to the grandeur expected from a family as powerful as the Singhanias. For the past several hours, the halls had echoed with laughter, music, and blessings as Raj Singhania and Rashi Verma's wedding unfolded before the eyes of family, friends, and influential figures from the underworld and business elite alike. Now, however, silence cloaked the mansion, leaving only the flicker of dim candlelight and the quiet footsteps of house staff cleaning the remnants of the grand celebration.
Inside her new bedroom, Rashi sat silently, adjusting the delicate folds of her lehenga. It was a masterpiece of crimson and gold, the heavy silk adorned with intricate zari work that shimmered with every movement she made. Tiny pearls had been woven into the embroidery, forming delicate paisleys and floral designs that ran across the skirt. The dupatta-a sheer veil with a matching border of gold and pearl-lay loosely over her head, framing her face and draping elegantly over her shoulders.
Rashi reached up, carefully removing the earrings that had weighed on her earlobes all evening. They were beautifully crafted jhumkas, each tier encrusted with tiny rubies that matched the crimson of her lehenga. She moved slowly, almost ritualistically, as if the careful removal of each piece of jewelry might help her peel back the heaviness she felt in her heart. Her bangles-dozens of delicate gold and glass bracelets in shades of red and green-clinked softly as she set her earrings aside. 

                                

                                    
                                
                                  
                                      
                                  
                                  
                                    
                                      
                                      
                                    
                                  
                                 
                                
                                
                              
                              
**Rashi's Look**
Her hands trembled slightly. Not from fear, but from the silent ache she felt for the man she'd loved from a distance for years-a man who now, ironically, was her husband by the binding vows of matrimony but might never truly be hers. Rashi had never allowed herself to dream that her secret crush on Raj would lead her to this moment, but she had accepted the marriage. She had hoped, perhaps foolishly, that in time he might come to see her as something more than a stranger forced upon him by family obligations.
Just then, the door to the bedroom swung open with a deliberate slowness. Raj entered, his presence filling the room with an aura of authority, pride, and an unapproachable coldness that sent a shiver down her spine. He still wore his wedding sherwani-a luxurious deep navy blue adorned with silver embroidery. It fit him like a glove, emphasizing his broad shoulders and strong build. The kurta underneath the sherwani was a subtle shade of silver, mirroring the embroidery, while the intricate patterns on his sherwani's collar and cuffs glimmered as he moved.