Udaipur Resort...

Today, the resort was beautifully decorated, just like a bride. Udaipur Resort was grand and magnificent.

In one of the rooms of the resort, a very beautiful girl sat in front of the mirror. She looked stunning-delicate features, fair complexion, flawless skin. Every little detail enhanced her beauty even more. She was dressed in a red bridal outfit, adorned with bangles on her wrists, and a small bindi graced her forehead.

Her innocence made her even more attractive.

She appeared to be around 21 years old, with a height of 5 feet 2 inches.

Just then, another woman approached her and said, "Aadhya, my child, are you ready?"

As she admired Aadhya, she gently removed the evil eye and said, "You look so beautiful... May no one cast an evil eye on you."

Saying this, the woman lovingly placed her hand on Aadhya's head and continued, "Today, you will leave for your new home."

Her eyes turned misty as she spoke, "If your grandmother hadn't insisted on this marriage, I would have never let you marry so soon. You're not even 21 yet."

Meanwhile, Aadhya looked at her with deep affection. She gently said, "Mamma, please don't cry. I don't like it when you do."

Wiping away her mother's tears, Aadhya smiled, and seeing her concern, the woman wiped her own tears too.

The woman gently cupped Aadhya's face and lovingly said, "My child, now you are going to your new home after marriage. Don't trouble anyone there, okay? Listen to everyone, and if someone scolds you, don't cry too loudly, alright?"

In her innocence, Aadhya nodded and said, "Okay, Mamma."

The woman placed a soft kiss on Aadhya's forehead and smiled, "Good girl."

Then, with warmth in her voice, she continued, "Alright, I'm leaving now. Put on your veil, and when the priest calls, I'll send someone to bring you. Until then, stay here, okay, my child?"

Aadhya nodded once again, her eyes twinkling with trust and innocence.

Meanwhile...

In an abandoned ruin...

A man lay on the cold ground in a terrible state, his hands and legs tightly bound. He was barely conscious, his body trembling with fear as he pleaded desperately, "Please... let me go... forgive me... I made a mistake... I swear, I will never do it again." His voice was weak, yet filled with terror as he begged for his life repeatedly.

Just then, heavy footsteps echoed through the room. A tall, imposing figure entered-a man standing at 6 feet 2 inches, with broad shoulders and a perfectly built body. His presence was intimidating, his face strikingly handsome yet devoid of any emotion.



The man approached the trembling captive, his movements slow and deliberate. Sliding his hand out of his pant pocket, he grabbed the captive's chin, tilting it up so their eyes met. Then, in a dangerously calm yet spine-chilling voice, he said,

"Should I let you go? Hmm... I'll have to think about it. You betrayed me... and you know exactly what I do to traitors, don't you?" His grip tightened slightly before he continued, "You made the worst mistake of your life-betraying me, while being my man. But now... you will see how Astitva Rajvansh erases your existence from this world."

With that, he let go of the man's chin and turned to his subordinates. In a cold, menacing tone, he ordered, "Take good care of him. Make sure he doesn't feel... neglected."

His words were enough to send shivers down everyone's spine. Without another glance, he turned around and walked out, leaving behind an air of pure terror.

Meanwhile...

On the other side of the resort, the wedding mandap was beautifully decorated, buzzing with the chatter of numerous guests. The air was filled with the scent of fresh flowers and burning incense, enhancing the grandeur of the moment.

Just then, the priest announced, "Call the groom."

One of the men standing nearby responded immediately, "There's no need to call him, Pandit Ji. The groom is already on his way."

All heads turned towards the entrance, where a man walked in with an air of dominance. He was dressed in an elegant sherwani that complemented his strong, chiseled features. His presence was magnetic, exuding authority and an undeniable charm. He was none other than Astitva Rajvansh-the same man who, just moments ago, was in the abandoned ruin.

Without hesitation, Astitva walked up to the mandap and took his seat.

The priest then spoke again, "Now, bring the bride."

A young man turned towards a maid and instructed, "Go quickly and bring madam down."

The maid hurried upstairs to Room 196, where a young woman sat with her face covered by a bridal veil.

Stepping closer, the maid spoke gently, "Madam, please come. The priest is calling you."

The veiled bride-Aadhya-stood up and followed the maid. But with her vision obscured by the thick veil, everything around her seemed blurry and unfamiliar. Yet, unaware of the twist her fate was about to take, she continued walking towards the mandap... towards a destiny she had never imagined.

Because of the heavy bridal veil, Aadhya could see nothing but the floor beneath her feet. Her heavily embroidered lehenga made it difficult for her to walk, and every step felt like a struggle.

After some time, the maid carefully guided her to the mandap, where she quietly sat down beside the groom. The priest immediately began chanting the sacred wedding mantras:

"Graam Green Groom Sah Guruve Namah."

"Om Srishtikarta Mam Vivah Kuru Kuru Swaha."

"Om Shreem Var Pradaya Shree Namah."

"Kleem Krishnaya Govindaya Gopijanavallabhaya Swaha."

"Vivaham Bhagyamaarogyam Sheeghralabham Cha Dehi Me. Chatustaya Labhaya Cha Patim Me Dehi Kuru-Kuru Swaha. Tatha Maam Kuru Kalyaani. Kaanta Kaantaa Sudurlabhaam. Swaha."

The atmosphere was filled with the sacred sounds of the mantras, the fragrance of burning incense, and the warmth of flickering ceremonial fire. The priest then announced, "Now, the groom's mother shall come forward and tie the sacred knot."

A graceful woman, dressed in an elegant saree, stepped into the mandap. She gently performed the ritual, tying the gathbandhan, the sacred bond between the bride and groom, before quietly stepping back.

The priest continued, "Now, the bride and groom shall stand for the 'pheras'-the sacred vows of marriage."

As the moment arrived, Aadhya, still unaware of who was sitting beside her, slowly stood up. Meanwhile, Astitva Rajvansh, the powerful mafia lord, rose to his feet-his expression unreadable, his presence overwhelming.

Fate had already made its move. The innocent girl and the devilish mafia were now bound together in a bond neither of them had planned for...

The groom and the bride stood up. The priest announced, "For the first six rounds, the groom will lead, and in the seventh round, the bride will take the lead."

With that, he resumed chanting the sacred mantras:

"Teerthavrato-dyapan Yajnakarma Maya Saheva Priyavayam Kuryaha। Vamangam Ayami Tada Tvadiyam Braviti Vakyam Prathamam Kumari॥"

Following the ritual, the groom led for six rounds, while the bride took the lead in the final round.

The priest then instructed, "Now, the bride and groom should take their seats."

Both sat down, and the priest continued, "Now, the groom will adorn the bride with the Mangalsutra."

The groom, Astitva, carefully placed the sacred Mangalsutra around the bride's neck, marking the beginning of their marital bond.

The priest then spoke again, "Now, the groom shall apply sindoor in the bride's hair parting."

Astitva took a pinch of the sacred vermillion from the small box and gently filled the bride's maang, sealing their union as husband and wife.

To be continue........

What will be the outcome of this accidental marriage?

What will happen when Astitva discov

ers the truth about his bride being swapped?

To find out all the answers, stay tuned to "Mafia's Accidental Wife."