Aaradhya's POV
The next evening, I found myself standing in front of the grand mirror in our room, getting ready for the lavish celebration. Sharvansh had informed me that we were attending a grand ball in honor of our marriage. I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread as I put on the elegant royal blue gown that had been chosen for me.
The intricate embroidery on the gown was exquisite, and the shimmering fabric clung to my figure like a second skin. The jewelry they had provided me with, although beautiful, felt heavy and cumbersome. I brushed my hair and arranged it in an updo, trying to maintain an appearance of grace and poise.
As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel like I was staring at a stranger. The woman in the mirror, with her carefully styled hair and the regal attire, looked nothing like the Aaradhya who had once been a free-spirited and independent architect.
I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had been plaguing me since the engagement ceremony. It felt as though I had been swept into a whirlwind, and I had no control over my own life. The thought of spending the rest of my days in this grand palace with a man I barely knew, and had no desire to be with, sent a shiver down my spine.
As I made my way to the grand ballroom, I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever find a way to escape this gilded cage I had been thrust into. The weight of the royal expectations and the responsibilities that came with being the Crown Prince's wife loomed over me, suffocating my spirit.
I took a deep breath and reminded myself that I had to put on a facade, at least for the evening. As I entered the ballroom, the dazzling chandeliers, the soft music, and the elegantly dressed guests, all seemed like a part of a dream I had never signed up for.
As I made my way down the blue carpet, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Sharvansh. He stood at the stage with an air of confidence and power, the navy suit fitting him perfectly, enhancing his broad shoulders and commanding presence. His dark hair, meticulously styled, added to his allure.
My heart raced as our eyes met, and for a brief moment, I was captivated by the intensity in his piercing blue eyes. It was as if they held a million secrets, and I couldn't help but be drawn in, despite my determination to resist his charm.
The music played on, creating an enchanting atmosphere as I continued my descent towards the stage. I couldn't deny that he looked every bit the royal prince, and I was acutely aware of the expectations that now rested on my shoulders as his bride.
'Dil kho gaya, Ho gaya kisi ka, Ab raasta mil gaya,
Khushi ka.. Aankhon mein hai khwab sa, Kisi ka.. Ab raasta mil gaya,
Khushi ka.. Rishta naya rabba, Dil chu raha hai,
Kheeche mujhe koi dore, teri ore.. [Teri ore, teri ore, teri ore, hai rabba Teri ore, teri ore, teri ore..]- (x2) Aaa.. Aaaaa
Khulti fizaein, khulti ghatayein, Sar pe naya hai aasaman,
Chaaro dishayein, hass ke bulaye, Yu sab hue hai meharbaan..
Haann.. Hume to yahi rabba, Kasam se pata hai, Dil pe nahi, koi zor, koi zor [Teri ore, teri ore, teri ore, hai rabba Teri ore, teri ore, teri ore..]- (x2)
Deep down, a part of me longed for a genuine connection, something more than just a political alliance or a marriage of convenience. But I couldn't help but wonder if that was a dream too far out of reach in this world of opulence and tradition.
Ek heer thi aur tha ek raanjhan, Kehte hai mere gaon mein,
Sacha ho dil to, Sau mushkilen ho, Jhukta naseeba pao mein,
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