BOOK 2 of this series!!!!
*Shadows of the Past, Flames of the Heart*
In the realm of India's elite, where family ties and power reign supreme, Raj Singhania , a formidable businessman, stands at the crossroads of heartbreak and destiny. His world is...
The morning sun filtered softly through the grand curtains of the Singhania mansion. Rashi sat at the vanity in her new bedroom, staring at her reflection in the ornate mirror, her heart heavy with the weight of the previous night's harsh words. The room, though beautifully furnished with antique furniture and decadent decor, felt like a gilded cage where they was trapped in a marriage that had yet to feel like hers.
She reached up and began removing the delicate strands of hair that had been carefully styled into an elaborate braid the night before. Each strand fell gently around her shoulders, the silky length of it brushing against her back as she worked with the precision of a woman who had long practiced the art of hiding her emotions. She didn't need to see her face in the mirror to know that it reflected the quiet sadness in her heart.
Her lehenga from the wedding night, now folded and tucked neatly in the closet, seemed like a distant memory. The fine silk, embroidered with gold threads, no longer felt like a symbol of hope, but rather a reminder of the harsh reality she now had to accept.
Today, however, she had a new challenge to face: adjusting to life in the Singhania household. Despite her best efforts to keep out of Raj's way, the dynamic of the family was all too overwhelming. Priya, Raj's mother, had been nothing but kind to her, but even kindness couldn't fill the void left by the lack of her husband's affection.
Rashi stood up, adjusting the pastel pink saree she had chosen to wear that morning. It was simple compared to the elaborate wedding lehenga but beautiful in its understated elegance. The fabric was soft, and the intricate silver embroidery along the edges of the pallu created a subtle sparkle as she moved. Her blouse, a light silver with matching embroidery, clung gently to her slender frame, and her long, dark hair cascaded in loose waves over her shoulders.
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**Rashi's Look**
Rashi made her way downstairs, her footsteps light on the cool marble floor. The house was abuzz with the usual hum of activity as the staff prepared breakfast and cleaned the grand rooms, but the atmosphere still felt foreign to her. It was as though she had stepped into a world she had never known, surrounded by wealth, power, and expectations that were not her own.
In the kitchen, Priya stood at the counter, carefully arranging a tray of fruits for the family. Her smile was warm and welcoming, and as soon as Rashi entered, she turned toward her.
"Rashi, my dear," Priya greeted, her voice full of affection. "You've been a blessing. I see the care you bring to everything. We're lucky to have you in the family."
Rashi smiled softly, her eyes lowering as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Thank you, Ma. I just want to be a good daughter-in-law."
Her voice was steady, but inside, she could feel the sting of emptiness, the sharp contrast between the warmth of Priya's words and the coldness that Raj continued to show her. Still, she didn't allow herself to dwell on it. She couldn't afford to. Not when she had a role to play in this family-a role she had to fulfill, even if it meant pushing her own feelings aside.
