Her innocent king

"The maariage chaos "

🌸🙏 Happy Ganesh Chaturthi 🙏🌸

May Lord Ganesha bless you with wisdom, success, health, and happiness.
✨🌺 Ganpati Bappa Morya! 🌺✨

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📌 A/N (Author’s Note)

Chapter abhi edit nahi hua hai, aur maine Sachin ka naam badal kar Agastay kar diya hai so please don’t get confused 🤭
[This chapter is not edited yet, and I’ve changed Sachin’s name into Agastay so please don’t get confused 🤭]

Thoda information bhi de deti hoon:

Kairav hai Kritika aur Jayveer ka beta 👶

Rahil aur Amaira hai Rishi aur Adira ke bacche 💕
[**A little information for you all:

Kairav is Kritika and Jayveer’s son 👶

Rahil and Amaira are Rishi and Adira’s children 💕**]

Aur jin logon ne The Mafia’s Childish Bride padha hai… unke liye toh connections samajhna aur bhi easy hoga 😌✨
[And those who have read The Mafia’s Childish Bride… for them, the connections will be even easier to understand 😌✨]

After the family conversation ended, everyone drifted back to their own work.
Baacha-patii had already disappeared into the endless maze of marriage shopping, leaving behind a quiet, warm emptiness in the mansion.

Only Siya and Vihaan remained in the living room. The sunlight poured in through tall windows, casting a golden glow over the marble floor, making the air feel alive yet intimate. For a moment, it was just the two of them a father and his little girl, the unspoken bond between them stronger than ever.

Siya noticed the way her father’s eyes lingered on her. A playful spark lit up in hers, and she tilted her head, teasing him with a sly smile.
“Aap mujhe yeshe kyu dekh rahe ho, Choco ke Vihuuu?”
[“Why are you looking at me like this, Choco’s Vihaan?”]

Vihaan’s gaze softened, carrying the weight of memories, of promises made long ago. His voice was calm but edged with the quiet intensity of a man who had loved, protected, and feared losing her all his life.
“Tumne mujhe promise kiya tha… ki kabhi mujhe chhod kar nahi jaogi. Aur shaadi bhi nahi karogii, Nahi tha main tumhara favourite?”
[“You had promised me… that you would never leave me. And that you will not marry  ,  Wasn’t I your favorite?”]

Siya’s playful smile softened into a gentle warmth. She rushed forward and wrapped her arms around him, resting her tiny head on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart.
“You will always be Papa, don’t worry.” she whispered softly, as if sealing a promise.

But Vihaan’s protective instinct flared, a warning sharpening his tone.
“I will shatter that love of yours into millions of pieces if he ever hurts you after marriage…”

Siya, confident and unafraid, pulled back slightly and looked him straight in the eyes, pride sparkling in her gaze.
“Papa, aapko sach mein lagta hai koi mujhe hurt kar sakta hai? Siya Raichand ko? Poora underworld mujhse darta hai. Aap ki beti se poora underworld darta haiii.”
[“Papa, do you really think anyone can hurt me, Siya Raichand? The entire underworld fears me. The whole underworld fears your daughter.”]