Today was the biggest day, the day of utmost joy and prosperity. Both groom's were chanting mantras at their respective mandaps, taking vows as they proceeded with the rituals. The sky, though dark the previous night, looked breathtakingly beautiful in the moonlight. The entire palace was aglit with lights, and the air was filled with the sweet sounds of shehnai and music, celebrating the union of the two couples. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the entrance, eagerly waiting for the brides to arrive.

Just then, the sound of anklets and the rustling of lehenga filled the air, signaling the arrival of the brides. Male Lead and his cousin stood tall, their hearts racing with excitement, as they caught a glimpse of their beautiful brides walking towards them. The atmosphere was electric, and the anticipation was palpable. The brides' radiant smiles lit up the entire mandap, and the grooms couldn't help but smile back, their love shining bright for all to see.

The brides ,made a beautiful entrance, walking down the aisle hand in hand with her father. As they both reached the front, their father extended their hand still holding her hand(their daughter's hand)to give it to their future husband symbolizing the transfer of responsibility and care, and a poignant moment of letting go.

He cuts a striking figure in his golden sherwani, adorned with subtle embroidery that adds a touch of sophistication to his overall look. The golden hue is a nod to traditional Indian wedding attire, and the embroidery work adds a touch of luxury to his outfit. He looks regal and handsome, perfect for his special day.

She is stunning in her vibrant red lehenga, intricately adorned with golden embroidery that sparkles in the light. The lehenga is a classic choice for Indian brides, symbolizing love and prosperity. The golden embroidery adds a touch of luxury and sophistication, perfectly complementing Riya's elegant style. She pairs her lehenga with matching golden jewellery, including a statement necklace, earrings, and a bindi, completing her traditional bridal look.

A pagdi, also known as a turban, is a traditional headgear worn by the groom in many Indian weddings, including Sikh and Rajput weddings. It's a symbol of honor, respect, and spirituality, and is usually worn with a dashing sherwani or achkan

kindly ignore the dress

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Without a word, he drew back his fist and launched it straight at his brother's face. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the stunned silence, and his brother stumbled backward, crashing to the ground. The wedding party froze, gasping in shock. Sofia's eyes widened in horror as she stumbled back, her hand flying to her mouth. The guests erupted into chaos, some rushing to help the fallen groom, while others whispered and pointed at Male Lead

Francesco world came crashing down as he stood frozen, his eyes fixed on Sofia . He had always thought he knew his daughter, thought he had given her everything she needed, and in return, he expected her to make him proud. But in that moment, he realized he didn't know her at all. The words "I love him" echoed in his mind like a cruel joke. How could she do this? How could she betray her sister like this? The pain and shock were palpable, a physical ache in his chest. His face crumbled, his eyes welling up with tears of disappointment and hurt. He felt like he had failed as a father, failed to instill the right values in his daughter. The weight of his disappointment was crushing, and for a moment, he forgot about the crowd around him, forgot about the wedding, and forgot about everything except the ache in his heart. As he looked at Sofia, he saw a stranger, a stranger who had been hiding behind a mask of innocence and obedience. He didn't know what hurt more, the fact that she had fallen in love with her sister's fiancé or the fact that she had lied to him, hidden her true feelings.

The male lead stood there, frozen in shock, his eyes wide with pain and disbelief.

She stood at the mandap, her gaze fixed on Riya. Riya's father and uncle were visibly shaken, their faces etched with shock and pain, while Riya herself seemed eerily calm, as if the scene had barely registered with her. But was she truly unfazed, or was this calmness a precursor to a storm?

Luckily, there were no reporters present at the wedding to capture the chaos that had just unfolded.

His eyes tightened, reddening at the corners as he struggled to hold back tears. He felt shattered, unable to bear the sight of his daughter, his heart heavy with the thought, "I've lost..."

SMACK

It's not anyone's fault, no one knew Riya's true self, no one knew she's the one who brought Coti Enterprises to this level... because she's never flunted her wealth or status, only her dad and uncle knew the truth. Everyone who look at her think only wrong about her, thinking she's just a spoiled rich girl 😔.

She's just got a poker face, doesn't know how to show emotions, keeps everything bottled up 🤐.

*That was all it took. Mr. Matteo Rossi fist flew, connecting with Lorenzo's jaw with a resounding "Thack!" Lorenzo's head snapped back, his eyes wide with shock as he stumbled backwards, landing on the floor with a thud. The only sound the heavy breathing of the two men. Everyone's except ML and FL eyes were wide with surprise, their hand covering their mouth as they stared at Matteo Rossi*

Riya looks at him, her eyes completely empty no affect of his words, but she refuses to let them fall. She stands tall, her chin held high, as Lorenzo speaks nonsense, leaving her to face the consequences of his actions.

His tone was neutral, but beneath the surface, a mix of emotions swirled - a sense of resignation, a dash of sadness, and a whole lot of paternal love, all bundled together in a way that was hard to decipher

👏 CLAP

👏 CLAP

CLAPPING LOUDLY Her smile grew wider, but it was clear she was making fun of the situation, and perhaps, herself for ever considering Lorenzo's words as genuine. The irony wasn't lost on her, and she couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all.

Her voice was laced with venom, her eyes flashing with anger and hurt. She looked at him with disdain, her words dripping with sarcasm

Her words dripped with intensity, a fiery passion burning within her. She was no longer just speaking, she was pouring out her heart, and her frustration. Each word was a testament to the gravity of the situation, a stark reminder that their actions had real-life consequences 😡.

His voice was laced with sincerity, his eyes locked on hers, filled with a newfound determination

But Riya didn't care. She was on a roll, her words pouring out like a river.

Riya's gaze met Rishabh's, and for a moment, they just looked at each other. The air was thick with emotion, and Riya could see the sincerity in Rishabh's eyes. She felt a flutter in her chest, a spark of hope. Could she trust him? Could she believe that he meant what he said? The words of others echoed in her mind, "He's a good man, Riya. Give him a chance."

Both of them went towards the mandap and sat down, the pandit started chanting mantras for the marriage ceremony. Everyone around was shocked to see that despite everything, they're getting married, but the families of the male and female leads want them to be happy only