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Riddhima Raichand  had forgotten the most important day of her life.

It wasn’t like her to forget dates. Especially not her roka. But then again, the past two days had been far from normal. Ever since that explosive argument with Ashish, she hadn’t stepped foot inside RaiChand palace. Instead, she checked into a hotel, disconnected herself from everyone, and buried herself in work like it was her only oxygen.

She hadn’t even gone to the office in the past two days.

But today—today was different. Deadlines were piling up, client calls were blowing up her inbox, and her personal assistant Madhav was frantically pacing in her cabin like a man about to have a heart attack.

“Ma’am,” Madhav said, stopping in front of her desk, “you’ve got a packed schedule today. Back-to-back meetings. And we’ve got a very important client arriving in just five minutes.”

Riddhima didn’t even look up. Her fingers danced across the keyboard. “Prep the files. I’ll be ready in two.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a respectful nod before rushing out.

Across the city, in an office lined with shadows and power, Vansh  rai Singhaniya leaned back in his chair, a devilish smirk curling on his lips.

Kartik sat across from him, eyeing him suspiciously. “Okay, that look on your face… there’s definitely something brewing in your twisted little mind. And I want no part of it, just putting that out there.”

“I didn’t ask for your approval,” Vansh said without losing the smirk.

“I’m not joining your little conspiracy this time,” Kartik warned.

Vansh’s eyes sharpened. “And I’m not inviting you either.”

Back at the Singhaniya mansion, chaos had its own language—spoken fluently by Shailee and Aditya.

“I’m not going anywhere with you , glued to video  game. “My game is in the final round.” aditya growled

Shaili  huffed, “God gave you two legs. Use them.”

“Oh, like He didn’t give you legs?” he retorted. “Get your lazy butt moving!”

Aditya rolled his eyes. “Learn to do your own work for once.”

Shailee hurled a pillow straight at his face. “Says the guy who comes begging for help every time  please save me from dadi. Don’t test me.”

“Out! Get out of my room!” Aditya shouted, flinging the pillow right back.

“Like I enjoy being in your sadu room anyway,” she muttered, storming out.

Downstairs, the family could hear every word of their war. Soumya looked up from the floral arrangements and sighed.

“hello hii bye bye , are we done with the dramatic Bhai-Behen episode?” she asked with a smile.

Shaili scoffed as she came downstairs. “This isn’t over, chachi. This time I’m not going back to him first. He’ll come crawling.”

Kishore chuckled. “At least tell us what this fight was about.”

“I’ll tell you later, Dadu. Super urgent errand right now,” she said, already halfway out the door.

Meanwhile, at the Rai Chand Palace, the air was festive—but tense.

Ashish turned to Rajeshwari. “Have you spoken to Riddhima?”

She sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder. “No, she hasn’t answered any of my calls. But don’t worry… she’ll come. She knows it’s her roka.”

“If not, I’ll remind Madhav to make sure she shows up,” she added, a touch of concern in her voice.

Gytri's jaw tightened. “I told you… she shouldn’t have been allowed to leave the house until the wedding. It’s been two days. Two damn days and no sign of her.”

Gayatri piped in dramatically, “Oh God, what if she’s run away? What if she’s trying to escape this wedding?!”

Ashish shot up, furious. “Enough, Mom! She’s my daughter—Ashish Rai Chand’s daughter. She doesn’t run. She fights.”

He stormed out, leaving Rajeshwari watching both of them, worry etched deep into her expression.

Meanwhile...

Shaili’s car pulled up in front of a mall.

She got out and wandered aimlessly through its marble halls. Nothing caught her attention. Nothing seemed… right. Eventually, she slumped into a seat at a nearby café.

And then… a voice broke her daze.

“Well, isn’t this a pleasant surprise, Miss Singhaniya?”

She looked up. Aryan. Clean-cut, charming, in black torso

Seeing aryan ,she couldn’t help smiling. “Didn’t expect to run into you here.”

“It’s actually my friend’s mall,” he said, sliding into the seat across from her. “Technically, my business partner. I’m just here to check things out. But you look empty-handed. Didn’t find anything good?”

Shaili groaned. “It’s my brother’s roka today, and I need a gift for my soon-to-be bhabhi. But I have no idea what to get her. Nothing feels… special enough.”

“Who’s the lucky bhabhi?” Aryan asked.

“Riddhima RaiChand You’ve probably heard of her.”

Aryan blinked. “Of course I have. Who hasn’t? She’s like a corporate queen. Totally slipped my mind i heared this it was all over in media and news  So it’s finally happening?”

Shaili chuckled. “Finally. After a million delays and disasters.”

“Well, then, allow me to help you pick something. I do have exceptional taste.”

She raised a brow. “You’re offering to help?”

“Absolutely,” Aryan said with a grin. “Shall we?”

He took her to a custom gift store tucked in the corner of the mall. “Here, you can create anything you want—fully personalized.”

Shaili lit up.

She pulled out a picture of Riddhima holding one of her business awards and had it framed with the words: Best Business Woman engraved at the bottom. She added a sleek diamond bracelet to the box.

While she sorted the gifts, Aryan slipped away.

When he returned, he was holding a delicate pastel pink suit set in a designer bag. “This is for you.”

Shaili blinked. “It’s beautiful, but… why?”I can't take this from you

“First time at our mall. You can’t walk out empty-handed. That would be rude,” Aryan said with a wink.

“I’m paying for this,” she insisted.

“Nope,” he said, grinning. “But… if you really want to thank me, have lunch with me tomorrow?”

Shaili hesitated, but his honesty, his warmth, his not-so-overbearing energy was… refreshing.

“Fine. Lunch it is,” she said softly.

He handed her a business card. “You pick the time and place.”

As she turned to leave, Aryan added, “When you wear this tonight, you’ll look even more stunning. Promise me you’ll wear it to the roka?”

Shaili rolled her eyes with a smile. “Alright. You win.”

“And for the record,” he said, “any guy would be lucky to be troubled for someone like you.”

She blushed.

Later That Evening…

The Raichand Palace was gleaming in happiness but something was missing.

They had arrived. Kishore, Mamta, Aryan, Soumya, Shailee, Arjun… even ishita—though dragged by Soumya.

“I don’t want to be here,” ishita hissed. “Every time I see Riddhima’s face, I feel like slapping someone.”

“Oh, come on,” Soumya pleaded. “Just show up. Be civil. You’re family.”

“Family?  ishita scoffed. “No thanks.”

I feel she is snatching my Vansh from me

I don't want to be part of this Ishita added 

It's just roka  you just stood there enjoying the drama Saumya said coldly

The drawing room of Raichand  Palace buzzed with soft laughter, clinking tea cups, and half-hearted conversations—Rajeshwari, Ashish  an attempt to ignore the one glaring truth that Riddhima is not at home for two days

Kishore  leaned toward Ashish with a warm smile.

“Beta, ever since you retired from business, we hardly get to see you these days.”

Ashish chuckled, adjusting his cufflinks. “Well, what can I say, uncle ji? I promised Rajeshwari ji that once I step away from the boardroom, all my time belongs to her.”

He gave Rajeshwari a sideways glance full of affection.

“And since then, I’ve been more a man of this palace than any office.”

Everyone around them chuckled, soaking in the light moment.

Just then, the door opened and Pandit ji entered, his saffron shawl trailing behind him as he stepped inside with a gentle smile.

"Vansh had arrived too, dressed in a sleek black torso-hugging shirt, a soft smile playing on his lips. He walked in with quiet grace, bent down to touch Ashish and Rajeshwari’s feet out of respect, then settled beside Shailee,

Mamta turned to Rajeshwari, leaning in slightly. “Pandit ji is here now... I think it’s time. You should call Riddhima.”

Ashish’s smile slowly faded as he turned his head toward his wife.

Rajeshwari could feel his eyes on her, but she avoided his gaze, her hands fidgeting with the edge of her saree pallu Her heart was beating faster now.

Before she could get up, Soumya—ever the one to stir the pot—spoke up with a teasing grin.

“Oh-ho! Don’t tell me that Riddhima is not at home on her own roka! Like, are you serious right now?”

The room fell awkwardly silent.

Eyes darted between Ashish and Rajeshwari.

A tightness formed in Rajeshwari’s throat.

Ashish clenched his jaw, standing stiff and silent.

No one dared say it out loud… but the truth was slowly unraveling.

The bride-to-be—Riddhima Raichand —hadn’t shown up for her own roka.

“Wait, what? Riddhima isn’t home?” Mamta’s words sliced through the air like a sharp whisper.

She had said this so loud that everyone turned towards Mamta

Mamta  expression turned sour in an instant,

Rajeshwari’s heartbeat skipped. The silence in the room was suddenly louder than the chandelier overhead.

"Do you even know where Riddhima is? Or are you just as clueless?" Mamta snapped, her voice laced with frustration. "What’s the point of us being here when Riddhima herself isn’t?" she added, casting a sharp glance towards Kishore ji. With just a stern look from his eyes, Kishore silently signaled Mamta to calm down — and surprisingly, she did."

Kishore  ever the peacekeeper, chuckled and gently nudged Mamta.

“Mamta ji, come on! Riddhima’s a responsible girl. She must’ve stepped out for something important. Maybe work-related. Let’s not panic.”

He turned to Ashish with a grin, “Besides, this gives us more time to chat! Right, Ashish beta?”

Ashish forced a tight smile. His eyes, however, held a storm brewing quietly.

Rajeshwari suddenly stood up, adjusting the edge of her saree. “I’ll call her,” she said quickly, her voice a notch too calm.

Without waiting for a response, she turned

Rajeshwari stood up abruptly, her temper flaring, and stormed inside the house. Without wasting a second, she began dialing Riddhima’s number. Once. Twice. Thrice. But the phone stayed switched off. With each failed attempt, her anger boiled over. Finally, she called Madhav. After two or three rings, he picked up.

The moment the call connected, Rajeshwari snapped, her voice sharp like glass, “Where is Riddhima? Has she forgotten that today’s her roka? This girl—she’s impossible! As if it’s her mission in life to humiliate me and Ashish in front of the whole world.”

Madhav tried saying something, but she cut him off mid-sentence.

“I don’t care what meeting she’s stuck in. You bring her home right now. And if you can’t, at least put me on call with her!”

Within minutes, Madhav was at Riddhima’s office. She looked up from the conference table, clearly disturbed. He leaned down slightly and whispered, “Ma’am,  i think you forget that today is your roka Rajeshwari Ma’am is fuming. Everyone’s already at home, waiting. She said you need to leave immediately.”

Riddhima didn’t argue. She simply nodded and stood up from her chair. Turning to the investors seated across the table, she said calmly, “I’m so sorry. I have to leave now. These papers are signed — please continue the rest with Madhav.”

Grabbing her bag, she headed for the door.

Madhav followed closely behind, quickening his steps. “Ma’am,” he whispered again, “Rajeshwari Ma’am was in a really bad mood. Maybe when you reach, just say you’d asked me to remind you about the roka today, and I forgot. That way, she won’t scold you. She’s seriously pissed.”

Riddhima paused, gave him a small smile, patted his shoulder gently, and walked away without saying a word. The traffic outside was insane — honking cars, crawling signals. Time slipped through her fingers like sand.

Back home, the silence was heavy. Everyone sat waiting, restless.

Mamta’s face was already twisted in visible irritation. She kept glancing at the clock, lips pursed, the storm in her eyes barely contained. Only because of kishore and Ashish was she holding her tongue. But the anger and humiliation  on her face said it all.

Meanwhile, Vansh had a curious, unreadable smile on his lips. Not smug. Not soft. Just… different.

I know Riddhima you won't come early he muttutred under her breathe

The priest turned to Rajeshwari and asked in a low voice, “How much longer will Riddhima take? The auspicious time is slipping away…”

Before Rajeshwari could answer, Soumya cut in, loud enough for everyone to hear. “What if Riddhima’s doing this on purpose? Maybe she doesn’t even want this roka, and she’s just buying time till the muhurat is over.”

Arjun instantly caught her hand, signaling her to stop. He chuckled lightly to defuse the tension and said, “Or maybe she just wants the roka to be a grander affair. Or she’s mad at us, so she made a dramatic late entry.”

Ashish just smiled faintly, but Rajeshwari’s face was another story.

Her eyes were filled with worry—worry not for the ritual, but for the silent judgments of Mamta and the others. What were they thinking about Riddhima? About her upbringing? About their family?

And deep inside, a gnawing fear crept up her chest.

Vansh glanced at the watch on his wrist, then stood up, adjusting his torso-hugging shirt with a sigh. "I think Riddhima’s going to take a while. Let’s postpone the roka for another day—I have back-to-back meetings and my phone hasn’t stopped buzzing," he said coolly.

Ashish and Rajeshwari didn’t even try to stop him. Honestly, what could they say? No one had a clue when Riddhima would show up.

Vansh had just turned to leave, taking a step toward the door, when—

"Aree Mr. Singhania," a familiar voice rang out.

Riddhima stood there, slightly breathless but smiling, her eyes locked onto his. "How can you leave without a roka? Now that you’re here, you’re not going anywhere until we make it official."

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