The Raghuvardhan haveli, which had been alive with celebration just hours ago, now buzzed with a different energy—whispers of scandal and the sharp sting of betrayal. The news had spread like wildfire through the marbled corridors: Vikram Singh Raghuvardhan had fled, leaving his bride, Sanvi Ahuja, and the family’s honor in tatters. Sanvi stood in the bridal chamber, her crimson lehenga now feeling like a weight she couldn’t bear. At twenty-three, she had prepared herself to fulfill the promise made by her grandfather, Harish Ahuja, to the Raghuvardhan patriarch—to become the daughter-in-law of this royal lineage. But as her mother, Meena, burst into the room, her face pale with shock, Sanvi’s heart sank. “He’s gone, Sanvi,” Meena whispered, her voice trembling. “Vikram didn’t show up for the mandap.”

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