**Episode 1: "Taaj Ya Taqdeer?" – Full Story**
*(Opening Scene - Jodhpur’s Royal Haveli at Sunset)*
Rani Ma saab’s pearl-studded fingers gripped the antique marble jharokha as she watched the sun bleed into Mehrangarh’s crimson walls. Below in the courtyard, the royal band rehearsed the same wedding shehnai raag they'd played for generations. The notes tasted bitter today.
**"Main shaadi nahi karungi Maa."**
Vritika’s whisper cut through the silk curtains. The heirloom ruby choker around her throat felt like a noose. *This wasn't how 21st century princesses lived.* She’d sacrificed her London MBA dreams for "Rajputi laaj", but this? A stranger’s sindoor in her maang?
*(Cut to Mumbai – Aryan’s Office, Midnight)*
Aryan Rathore’s Ferrari screeched into the empty office tower. Boardroom screens still glowed with the afterburn of his latest hostile takeover. That’s when the ancestral letter arrived – sealed with the wax emblem he’d spent his life escaping.
**Papa’s voice snarled from the past:**
*"Business tumhare khoon mein hai, lekin khoon se bhi zyada gehri hai humaari virasat."*
Flashback – 9-year-old Aryan watching his mother burn her Rajputana portraits after the scandal. That night he’d sworn: No crowns, only commerce.
*(Wedding Pandits Arrive – The Clash Begins)*
**Vritika’s POV:**
The pandit’s horoscope scroll hit the ivory table like a gavel. *"Kundali sampurn milan... 36 out of 36 guna."* Outside, her Instagram-savvy cousins gossiped: *"Suno na, Dubai mein uska ek sugar baby thi..."* Her fingers itched to throw the kuldevi’s thaali at somebody.
**Aryan’s POV:**
His lawyers’ merger contract amendments lay untouched. That damn portrait in the haveli – great-grandfather staring down at him with *"I told you so"* eyes. The scent of sandalwood and betrayal was everywhere.
*(The First Meeting – Sheesha Mahal’s Brutal Honesty)*
When their eyes finally met through the carved jail work, it wasn’t sparks that flew—it was daggers.
**Vritika:** *"Mujhe pata hai aapke Dubai ke 'startup investments' ke bare mein."*
**Aryan:** *"Aur mujhe pata hai aapke London ke 'friend' Neel ka DNA test."*
Silence. Then—
**Both in unison:** *"Yeh shaadi sirf dikhava hai."*
*(Midnight Conspiracies – The Real Game Begins)*
Beneath the embroidered chandani, phones glowed with secret plans:
**Vritika to best friend:**
*"Find that clause in great-grandfather’s treaty about divorce after 6 months."*
**Aryan to his hacker:**
*"Dig deeper into her father’s Swiss accounts – there’s our leverage."*
*(Cliffhanger – The Wedding Mandap Twist)*
As the pheras began, the family priest dropped the sacred jaimala. The garland slipped, revealing—
A folded note in Aryan’s pocket:
*"She knows about the Jaipur land grab. Burn this."*
The shehnai’s crescendo drowned Vritika’s gasp. Somewhere, their ancestors were laughing.
*(Final Frame - Voiceover Over Fireworks)*
**Vritika’s Grandmother’s Whisper:**
*"Hamare khandaan ka har pyar... pehle sholaa tha, phool banne se pehle hi bujh jaata tha."*
*(Every love in our dynasty... was a flame extinguished before it could blossom.)*
FADE TO BLACK.
**Next Episode Teaser Text:**
*Kabhi kabhi rishtey nahi… vaansen bante hain.
Aur vaansen… jalte hain.*
*(Sometimes relationships aren’t made… they’re forged.
And forged things… burn.)*
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Ye sirf shuruat hai... 🔥
