The Royal Darkness

8. Grand wedding with Grand Twist

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In the grand hall of the palace, a hush fell over the assembled courtiers as the doors swung open. SHE, resplendent in silks and jewels, stepped into the room, her presence commanding attention. The air seemed to shimmer around her, and even from behind, HE sensed her ethereal beauty.

HE, Abhishek, the stoic King, had never felt such a tumult of emotions. His heart raced, matching the rhythm of the drums that echoed through the marble corridors. The anticipation was electric, and he knew that destiny had woven their paths together.

Her entry was not just grand; it was a proclamation. The whispers spread like wildfire: "The real queen has arrived." Not only would she rule Rajasthan, but her influence would stretch far beyond these ancient walls. The world itself would bow to her grace and strength as she is now going to own the King of the world himself.

Abhishek turned, his gaze drawn inexorably toward her. Her figure glided toward him, each step deliberate, as if time itself had slowed. The room faded away, leaving only the two of them-their hearts in sync, beating a shared rhythm.

She stood before him, her eyes locked onto his. Words flowed unspoken between them, a silent conversation of longing and promise. And then, with a grace befitting royalty, he extended his hand-a silent vow that transcended mere mortal words. He promised to hold her, protect her, until their last breaths intertwined.

And so, in that sacred space, surrounded by the whispers of courtiers and the weight of centuries, the marriage ceremony began. Their union would forge alliances, shape destinies, and rewrite the annals of history. But for now, in this suspended moment, it was simply the joining of two souls-a king and his queen-bound by love and fate.

The Seven Vows, each a gem in our crown of eternity:

1. The Promise of Nourishment: As we tread the first step, my beloved, I vow to nourish your spirit like the monsoon rain that quenches the earth. Just as the sun feeds the lotus, I shall provide sustenance, warmth, and joy to our union. Our love shall bloom like the sacred Pushpavrishti, showering blessings upon our shared path.
2. The Pillar of Protection: With the second stride, I declare that your safety shall be my fortress. Like the ancient citadels that guarded kingdoms, I promise to shield you from life's storms. In your dreams, I shall find my purpose; in your tears, my resolve. Together, we shall build a legacy of resilience, where our love stands unyielding against the tempests of time.
3. The Abundant Harvest: As we move into the third vow, I pledge to till the soil of our shared destiny. Our wealth shall not be measured in gold or silver, but in the richness of our experiences. I shall toil for our prosperity, and you, my empress, shall be the guardian of our abundance. Our love shall yield fruits of contentment, and our home shall overflow with blessings.
4. The Dance of Unity: With grace, we ascend the fourth stair. I promise to waltz with you through life's seasons. Our steps shall synchronize, our hearts beating in harmony. In joy and sorrow, in sunlight and moonlight, we shall twirl across the cosmic ballroom. Our love shall be a symphony, and our souls, the dancers entwined in eternal rhythm.
5. The Crown of Wisdom: With reverence, we take the fifth vow-the threshold of enlightenment. Here, I vow to seek knowledge, to evolve, and to cherish. Our love shall transcend lifetimes, and our souls shall wander the cosmic tapestry. In this sacred circle, we shall find wisdom, and our hearts shall echo the ancient hymns of love.
6.The Eternal Flame: As we tread the sixth step, I promise to kindle the fire of passion within our union. Just as Agni dances upon the sacred hearth, our love shall blaze-a beacon for lost souls, a warmth for weary hearts. Our passion shall be the eternal flame that lights our way through the labyrinth of existence.
7. The Infinite Bond: Finally, my beloved, we arrive at the seventh vow-the gateway to infinity. Here, I pledge that our love shall endure beyond time's grasp. Our souls shall be entwined like the sacred Ashvattha tree, its roots reaching into the past, its branches stretching toward the stars. In this union, we shall etch our names upon the fabric of eternity.

And so, under the celestial witness of Agni, surrounded by the blessings of gods and ancestors, we seal these vows. May our love be as enduring as the mountains, as tender as the moonlight, and as infinite as the universe itself.
( I am not sure if vows are correct forgive me for any error)

Seven Pheres, each step a promise etched in the fabric of existence. Hand in hand, they circled the sacred flame, their souls entwined like ancient vines, binding them across lifetimes. With each circumambulation, they whispered vows known only to the stars, promises that transcended mere mortal words.

And then, as the seventh Phera unfolded, Abhishek, regal in his attire, adorned her with the nuptial chain, a golden thread that would forever bind their fates. Its weight, both tangible and ethereal, rested upon her delicate neck-a symbol of protection, of unwavering commitment.

But it was the vermillion, that crimson elixir of love, which held the essence of their union. Abhishek, with reverence, traced the vermilion across her forehead, a brushstroke of eternity. Some of it strayed, playfully, onto the bridge of her nose-a testament to the spontaneity of love, the imperfections that made their bond exquisite.
As the sacred vermilion clung to her skin, Abhishek's mother, a regal presence in silk and wisdom, stepped forward. Her voice, a gentle command, halted Abhishek's intent to wipe away the rouge. "Don't, beta," she said, her eyes holding secrets. "It's a good sign-a blessing from the cosmos."

Everything was perfect, like a dream woven from stardust and whispered promises. The night sky erupted in a symphony of fireworks, celebrating the union of Abhishek and Aditi. She, now Mrs. Abhishek Aditi Suryavanshi, clung to him, her bridal gown billowing around them. The weight of the moment pressed upon their hearts-a blend of joy, anticipation, and the bittersweet knowledge that this fleeting perfection would soon fade.

Aditi spun Abhishek around, her eyes brimming with unspoken emotions. Hugged him tightly, she poured a lifetime's worth of love, questions, and silent vows. His confusion melted into a tender smile, and he sought answers in her tear-filled gaze.

But then, something shifted. Aditi's laughter, once full of life, turned brittle. Blood stained her lips, and the world tilted on its axis. Abhi's arms tightened around her, desperate to hold her together, to keep her from slipping away.

"Mujhe nahi pata tha ki mujhe aapki patni bane ka sukh sirf kuch palo tak hi milega, Pati dev," she whispered, her voice fragile as a petal caught in a storm. "I love you, Mr. Suryavanshi."

Her confession hung in the air, a fragile thread connecting their souls. Aditi's eyes held no regret no regretof saving him ; instead, they sparkled with a fierce determination. She had protected him, even if it meant sacrificing her own existence.

Is this the end of their story well
ABSO-FUCKING-LUTLY NOT

It's just the beginning of real darkness coming chapters are going to make you crazy vote on Comments whether Aditi will survive or............