The news come like a storm. 

"ARYAN RAICHAND 'S WEDDING FIXED! "

The prince of Rajasthan 's most powerful royal -business empire was getting engaged to a girl no one had ever heard of. 

Her name? 

Sanaya Singhania

A sweat,  middle - class girl raised in a small mumbai neighbourhood simple. Polite.Beautiful in the kind of way that didn’t need makeup.  According to her uncle,  she worked at a private office and had no dreams beyond making tea for her family and lighting the temple diya every morning.  Aware of that she is the owner of the company he thinks she work as employee.

To the guests at the grand palace in Rajasthan,  she looked like a porcelain
Doll - quiet eyes,  soft voice,  respectful smile.

Aryan didn’t know her truth.  He only saw the girl who blushed when his eyes met hers. Who folded her dupatta perfectly.  Who whispered "Namaste " to his mother and helped the servants clean up after the mehendi.

Yug whispered: "she's not your type ""
"She too ....ordinary ".

But Aryan didn’t care. 
There was something in her innocence that calmed his storms.

  Meanwhile.....

Behind the scenes,  chaos unfolded across whole Asia.

The Black Rose was missing.
Her enemies were searching.
Her partners panicked.
Her empire in temporary silence.

Little did they  know....
She wasn’t....missing.

She was attending her own wedding - as someone else.....SANAYA SINGHANIA.

The sangeet night glittered with lights and music. 
Aryan watched her dance in a simple yellow lehenga,  shyly laughing as his cousin pulled her into a group performance.

She wasn’t bold.
She wasn’t flashy.
She was everything he didn’t expect.
And exactly what he needed.

What no one saw-

In the middle of the wedding functions ,a courier delivered with a sealed envelope to Sanaya's room.
Inside it was a black petal.

A signal
An enemy was close. 

Sanaya burned the note without flinching , covered her face with her dupatta,  and returned to the haldi ceremony with a simple so soft , no one could guess...

She'd ordered bride, one secret. And a marriage built on trust...that might break the moment the truth comes out.

The palace was glowing.

Golden lights shimmered across the sandstone walls of the Raichand haveli in Rajasthan.  Classical music floated in the air,  blending with soft laughter,  clinking bangles , and camera flashes.

It was the wedding of Aryan Raichand the royal businessman of udaipur

And his bride .

A middle-class girl from Mumbai.
Sanaya Singhania.
Quite.polite.unknown to the public eye.

The media was shocked. "No political tie?No royal blood? "

Yet the Raichands smiled,  pround and welcoming. The bride's uncle a simple government workers, folded his hand. Gratefully " we are honoured ", he sadi again and again.

Shanaya stood at the mandap like a dream .

Draped in red and gold , her Eyes lowered, her hands joined . She didn’t speak. She didn’t glance around . she just smiled a calm, innocent smile that metted hearts.

Aryan  Looked   at her one and couldn’t look away.

She wasn’t lineven he higt - society girl he'd met.
There was something raw about her simplicity.
Something.....grounding.

He offered his hand.
She took it.

The varmale  ceremony began.

Flowers fell form the sky , the sound of shehnais rosing .Shanaya slowly lifted the garland  over her  head delicate fingers trembling - but only he noticed.  He smiled gently , steadying her waist .

She was nervous,  he thought . He had no idea  she was memorizing   every  corner of the palace  for escape routes .

The pheras  followed . seven steps . seven vows . silent  prayers. 

The sixth circle, Aryan whispered "Are you happy?" 

Sanaya looked up , her  eyes  shining like glass.
" live never been more at peace".

She meant it.
Because  in this moment,
she wasn’t the mafia queen.
She wasn’t Black Rose.
She wasn’t the top businesswoman.

She was just a daughter.

A bride .

A woman dreaming of love.

The ceremony  ended.
Mangalsutra tier around the neck.
Sindoor applied in her headlines.

Sanaya bowed before her new  parents -in-laws.
Aryan stood proudly beside her.

No one in that grand hall knew-

That the bride they blessed was the one who controlled half of asia 's underworld trades and business world.

That behind her soft smile,  she carried the memory of a thousand betrayals , a gun hidden under the silk , and a promise to never let her secret hurt this family.

The Black Rose was now a Raichand ...

And the game had just begun.

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