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In the Kitchen

They stepped into the kitchen.The air was filled with the aroma of saffron and ghee, blending with the soft clatter of utensils, and a few maids were busy working.

Siya looked around the kitchen with curiosity, noticing every detail  the shiny marble counter and the neatly arranged brass jars. The entire kitchen was beautifully arranged.

She thought to herself, “So this is the heart of my new home.”

“Maa sa, the kitchen is so beautiful,” Siya said with a soft smile.

“Of course, Siya. Your Chachi Maa has arranged all of this  she’s very good at every work,” Ekansh’s mother said with pride.

“Bhabhi sa, you’re praising me a little too much now,” his aunt replied with a playful smile.

"I am only telling the truth," Ekansh’s mother said warmly, placing her hand on her shoulder.

“Bhabhi sa, why are you so good?” she asked.

“Oh, so you want me to turn bad now?” his mother asked lovingly.

“No, no!” his aunty quickly responded, making everyone laugh.

“Maa sa, there’s so much love between you two it’s more than what even real sisters share,” Prisha said happily.

“Your chachi maa is no less than a sister to me,” her mother replied with a smile.

Then, turning excitedly toward Siya, Prisha asked, “Bhabhi sa, when Prem bhai sa gets married, will you and chhoti bhabhi sa share the same kind of bond?”

Hearing that, everyone smiled.

Siya replied with a bright smile, “No one can love as much as Maa sa and Chachi maa, but I’ll always consider her my little sister.”

“Who knows who she is or where she is right now,” Prisha said mysteriously, then added with a laugh, “Bhabhi sa, remember what Prem bhai sa said that if he doesn’t marry, his future wife will remain single all her life? Wasn’t that so funny?”

The whole kitchen burst into laughter, the air filling with warmth and joy.

“Yes, Dewar sa really says the funniest things,” Siya said, laughing along.

“You don’t know them yet,” Ekansh’s aunt added with a grin. “Prisha and Prem still fight like little children.”

“That’s why our house never feels empty of kids,” his mother said fondly.

“Maa sa, you both are ganging up on us,” Prisha said in a childish tone, pretending to pout.

“We’re not teasing you, Rajkumari Prisha,” Siya said playfully, smiling. “We’re just praising you both.”

“Bhabhi sa, now you don’t start too,” Prisha complained cutely, making everyone chuckle again.

Devika was smiling quietly, listening to everything. Suddenly, Prisha turned to her.

“Devika, why do you speak so little?” she asked curiously.

Devika stopped smiling for a moment and replied softly, “Oh, I was just listening to all of you. What could I even say?”

“Prisha, Devika actually talks even more than you,” Siya said with a teasing smile, putting an arm around Devika’s shoulders. “She’s just quiet now because everything is new to her. When she’s with me, she never stops talking.”

Devika smiled shyly in return.

“Beta, think of all of us as your own,” Ekansh’s mother said lovingly. “There’s no need to be shy.”

“Yes, dear, you can speak freely here too,” his aunt added warmly.

“Ji,” Devika replied with a sweet smile.

Then Ekansh’s mother walked up to Siya and said gently, “Beta, for your pehli rasoi just make something sweet. The maids will prepare everything else.”

“Maa sa, can I prepare the whole meal?” Siya asked softly.

“There’s no need, dear,” his mother said tenderly, placing a loving hand on Siya’s cheek. “It’s just a ritual. Make something sweet and then go rest for a while.”

“Yes Siya, bhabhi sa is right, i will handle everything, you just make something sweet,” his aunt added supportively.

“Have all the preparations I asked for been completed?” Ekansh’s mother asked one of the maids.

“Yes, Maharani sa, everything has been done,” the maid replied, bowing her head respectfully.

“Fine. Then bring it here,” his mother ordered.

The maid soon returned with a pooja thaal and handed it to Ekansh’s mother.

“Beta, first perform the chulha pooja, then begin your pehli rasoi,” she said with a gentle smile.

“Yes, Maa sa,” Siya replied and stepped toward the stove.

First, she applied five marks of vermilion on the chulha (stove), then sprinkled flowers and rice, completing the ritual.

“Beta, I’ve instructed the maid to make all the necessary arrangements. If you need anything, just tell her. All the guests are leaving today, so your Chachi Maa and I are going to see them off. You only prepare something sweet dish, then go and rest in your chamber,” Ekansh’s mother said lovingly, her tone carrying a hint of apology.

“It’s all right, Maa sa. I’ll manage everything,” Siya replied with a warm smile.

“Maa sa, don’t worry. Devika and I are here to help Bhabhi sa,” Prisha said softly.

“All right, Prisha. Stay with Siya,” her mother instructed.

“Beta, we’ll take our leave now,” she said to siya, smiling affectionately.

“OK, Maa sa,” Siya replied, and with that, Ekansh’s mother and aunty left.

"Prisha, tell me everyone’s favorite dishes. Today, I’ll cook all of them together," Siya said excitedly.

"Bhabhi sa, Maa sa has told you to prepare only the sweet," Prisha reminded her.

"Yes, but I want to cook what everyone likes," Siya replied with a gentle smile.

"Alright then, Bhabhi sa, let’s start with Bhai sa," Prisha said with a cheerful grin.

Siya’s smile faltered for a moment, though she hid it well.

I am not going to cook anything for him, Siya thought silently. Everything I’m doing is for family… because I’ve accepted them as my own. But he he’s nothing to me.

Before the ache in her chest could grow, Prisha’s cheerful voice cut through her thoughts.

“Bhabhi sa, Bhai sa loves rajma chawal, but kheer is his absolute favorite,” she said, her tone bright as ever.

“Okay,” Siya replied, smiling warmly.

Prisha continued animatedly, listing one by one the favorite dishes of every family member. Siya listened attentively, her mind already arranging the recipes and steps in order.

When Prisha finished, Siya nodded with determination. “Okay, then I’ll make everything.”

“What, Bhabhi sa? You’ll cook all that by yourself?” Prisha asked in surprise.

“Yes, Prisha, I can do it,” Siya replied confidently.

Devika, who had been standing nearby, stepped forward. “Siya, tell me what  i have to do?” she asked warmly.

“Devika, please gather all the ingredients. Meanwhile, I’ll check on the rest of the preparations,” Siya said, organizing everything with calm authority.

“And what about me, Bhabhi sa?” Prisha asked eagerly, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“You don’t have to do anything, Prisha. I’ll manage,” Siya replied softly.

"Bhabhi sa, then I’ll help Devika and if you need anything else, please tell me,” Prisha said cheerfully.

Siya’s lips curved in a soft smile. “Alright then. You both can assist.”

Turning to one of the maids, Siya instructed gently, “Wash all these vegetables properly and chop them finely.”

Another maid came forward with a tray of spices. Siya’s eyes gleamed. “Grind all these spices well,” she said, her tone calm yet commanding.

Then Siya continued assigning tasks to the maids, while she herself got busy with the rest of the preparations. The kitchen soon filled with the sound of work and the faint aroma of freshly ground spices.

One of the maids approached Siya, bowing her head respectfully.

“Rani sa, should I grind more chilies, or is this much enough?” she asked softly.

At the sound of Rani sa the name that now marked her new identity something shifted deep inside Siya’s chest. Her heartbeat quickened, pounding unevenly as if the words themselves had touched an old wound.

She took a steady breath, trying to compose herself before replying gently, “Grind a little more, the rest is fine.”

“Ji, Rani sa,” the maid said again, lowering her head.

And again, that word—Rani sa struck her like a flicker of pain.

"This name… it only reminds me of him," Siya thought, her mind clouding with emotion. "Every time I hear it, it whispers who I am now… and to  whome I belong."

Her face slowly lost its color, her expression shadowed with a quiet melancholy.

“Bhabhi sa, is this perfect?” Prisha’s cheerful voice broke through her thoughts. She was standing near the stove, neatly arranging all the ingredients so it would be easier for Siya to cook.

Siya quickly turned toward her, forcing a warm smile to hide the storm within.

She stepped closer and said with a genuine yet controlled tone, “Yes, it’s perfect. Let’s start now, otherwise we’ll be late finishing the cooking.”

Then, with quiet determination, Siya immersed herself completely in cooking her hands steady, her heart trembling beneath the calm surface.

The kitchen filled once again with the rhythm of her work the crackling of spices, the gentle clatter of utensils, and beneath it all, the silent echo of a name that refused to let her forget.

On the Other Side In the Study Room

Ekansh sat in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, leaning back against the headboard. A paper rested in his hand, which he was reading intently.

In front of him stood Abhimanyu and Prem, both silent and stiff, as if waiting for their verdict.

“Abhimanyu, why bhai sa isn’t saying anything? And why did he call us here?” Prem whispered nervously.

“I have no idea,” Abhimanyu whispered back.

“You two done talking?” Ekansh’s voice came sharp and firm, carrying a dangerous calm, his eyes still fixed on the paper.

Prem, replied eagerly with excitement, “Yes, bhai sa! Then may we leave now?”

Hearing this, Abhimanyu held his head in disbelief, and said in his mind, "He doesn’t need any enemies; he’s more than enough to destroy himself.

Ekansh finally lifted his gaze and smirked slightly.

“Of course. I called you both here just for sightseeing,” he said sarcastically.

“Thank you, bhai sa!” Prem replied cheerfully.

But his smile vanished instantly when he saw the dangerous glint in Ekansh’s eyes. Realizing it was a taunt, he quietly stepped aside.

Then, in a calm but commanding voice, Ekansh said, “Abhimanyu, hand him all the papers related to trade.”

Before Abhimanyu could say anything, Prem’s shocked voice echoed through the room.

“What! All the papers?”

Ekansh raised his eyes to him. “Yes, all of them. You will personally visit the kingdom and check whether everything is running smoothly  if everyone is happy and if there are no issues anywhere.”

Prem’s eyes widened. “Bhai sa, have some mercy on your little brother! How will I manage all this alone?” he said in a childish, pleading tone.

“Exactly the same way you manage to talk so much,” Ekansh replied dryly.

Prem nudged Abhimanyu with his elbow and whispered, “Why are you quiet? Tell him that Rajkumar Prem can’t do everything alone we’ll go together!”

Abhimanyu turned his head toward him and whispered back, “Why should I? I already have enough work. You should’ve thought before teasing Rana sa.”

“What kind of friend are you?” Prem muttered under his breath.

Then aloud, with a dramatic smile, Prem said, “Bhai sa, Abhimanyu also wishes to accompany me.”

“N–no, Rana sa! I didn’t say that!” Abhimanyu protested quickly.

Prem shot him a dangerous glare. “Oh really? Weren’t you just saying that you have some work in the province?”

Abhimanyu thought to himself, "ye hame apne sang le jayenge aur apna purn karya ham se karwalenge, hame nahi jana.

(Abhimanyu thought to himself, “He will take me along and make me complete his unfinished work. I don’t want to go with him.”)

Ekansh smiled slightly and said in commanding tone, "Aap dono me itna adhik prem hai to hum aap dono ko alag kaise kar sakte hai. Aap dono sath me jaiye aur Abhimanyu hum ne jo aapko kal karya diya tha usme aap Prem ki madat le sakte hai,"

Ekansh smiled slightly and said in a commanding tone, “Since you both share such deep affection, how can I possibly separate you? You two will go together. And Abhimanyu, you may take Prem’s help in completing the task I assigned you yesterday.”

“Bhai sa, you’re very cruel,” Prem said in a childish pout.

“Yes, I am,” Ekansh said, raising his eyebrows slightly. “Now, you both may leave.”

"Ye yaise ajib karya soyem karte hai aur inke sang hame bhi sja mil jati hain, hame inke sang rhna band karna hoga," Abhimanyu thought, giving Prem a taunting glare.

(He gets into trouble and drags me in with him. I should really stop being friends with this man, Abhimanyu thought, giving Prem a taunting glare.)

"He he he Abhimanyu why are you staring me like this," prem said dramatically.

Then They exchanged helpless looks before leaving the room.

Watching their retreating figures, a faint smile appeared on Ekansh’s face.

“There’s no hope for those two,” he murmured amusedly and stood up from his chair.

He left the study and walked straight toward the grand hall.

When he entered, all the guests and elders were already present. Everyone rose and greeted him respectfully, and Ekansh acknowledged each of them with a polite nod before taking his seat at the center. The others followed suit.

"Hum dil se aap sab ka aabhar mante hai ki aap sab apne beshkimti smay nikal kar hamari vivah me samil hone aaye, aur hame asirwad diya," Ekansh said, folding his hands together with an unreadable expression on his face.

(“I am deeply grateful that you all took time from your precious schedules to attend and bless my wedding,” Ekansh said, folding his hands together with an unreadable expression on his face.)

“Thank you for the invitation, Rana sa. We’re delighted to be a part of your wedding celebrations,” one of the visiting kings replied warmly.

The hall soon filled with pleasant chatter. The men engaged in conversation with Ekansh, his father, and his uncle, while the women gathered around his mother and aunt, talking cheerfully.

After a while, the guests rose from their seats, preparing to leave.

Ekansh and his family stood near the grand doorway of the palace, greeting each guest with folded hands and warm smiles as they departed.

When the last guest had left, Ekansh’s mother turned to him.

“Ekansh, where is Prem? I haven’t seen him anywhere.”

“Maa sa, he’s exactly where he’s supposed to be,” Ekansh replied calmly.

“Where is that?” his aunt asked curiously.

“I’ve sent him to the province for some work,” Ekansh answered.

“All right,” his father said with a smile, “but don’t burden him with too much at once. Otherwise, he’ll lose interest in the work.”

“Bhai sa, he is exactly like me,,” his uncle said, laughing.

“Of course,” his aunt added with a playful smile. “He’s spent most of his childhood with you, after all.”

Everyone burst into laughter, while Ekansh simply smiled quietly.

“All right, I’ll take my leave now. I have some work to finish,” Ekansh said.

He was about to go when his mother’s voice stopped him.

"Hame bhi ab prasthan karna chahiye siya rasoi me akeli hai pta nahi unhone kya bnaya hona aasa karte hai ki unhe koi dikat na hue ho."

(“Yes, we should go too. Siya is alone in the kitchen. I wonder what she’s preparing  I hope she isn’t having any trouble.”)

At the mention of her name, Ekansh’s heartbeat quickened.

So she’s cooking today, he thought. I’ve been so lost in work, I didn’t even think about her.

His aunt’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Yes, bhabhi sa, you’re right. Let’s go,” she said with a smile.

And together, the two ladies walked away  while a faint, thoughtful expression lingered on Ekansh’s face.

In the Kitchen

The entire kitchen was filled with the aroma of delicious dishes, yet Siya was still cooking something.

Devika, following her curiously, asked in confusion, “Siya, why did you send everyone out? Even Princess Prisha?”

Siya, completely engrossed in her work, replied without looking up, “Devika, stop asking the same question again and again. All the cooking is done, so I sent them out.”

Suddenly Devika said hurriedly, “Siya, stop! That’s salt in your hand!” But Siya didn’t listen and began to add the salt to the kheer.

“Siya! Why are you putting salt in the kheer?” Devika exclaimed, grabbing Siya’s hand to stop her.

Siya lifted her head and said casually, “I know it’s salt.”

Devika stared at her with wide eyes in disbelief. “Then why are you adding salt to kheer?”

Letting go of Siya’s hand, she added dramatically, “Now I understand why you sent everyone out so you could secretly add salt to the kheer!”

Siya nodded with a mischievous smile and continued to add more salt. “Done! The special kheer is ready now,” she said proudly with a winning smirk.

Devika was staring at her in disbelief. “Siya, don’t you think this isn’t right? First, you didn’t make anything Rana Sa likes, and now you’ve ruined even the kheer by adding so much salt!”

“Devika, are you my friend or Rana Sa’s?” Siya asked in a taunting tone.

“I’m your friend, of course! That’s why I’m telling you,” Devika replied helplessly.

Ignoring her, Siya asked, “Have you arranged all the dishes properly in the dining room?”

“Yes, I’ve arranged everything,” Devika replied.

Siya took out a small bowl of kheer and handed it to Devika. “Here, keep this aside but make sure no one tastes it except Rana Sa.”

Devika quickly refused. "Nahi nahi, yeh karya ham nahi karenge. hamesa aap karti hai aur hame bhi fsa deti hai. Ye kheer nahi jehar hai." she said, making a disgusted face.

(Devika quickly refused. “No, no, I’m not doing this. You always do it and drag me into trouble too. This isn’t kheer, it’s poison,” she said, making a disgusted face.)

“Wait, let me taste it myself since you’re criticizing it so much,” Siya said thoughtfully.

“Siya, are you sure you want to taste it?” Devika asked with concern.

“Of course! I made it, so I can taste it,” Siya said confidently and took a spoonful.

The next second, she clamped her hand over her mouth and ran to throw up.

Devika quickly placed the bowl on the counter and rushed after her.

Siya spat the kheer out and made a horrible face. “Devika! Water quick!” she said breathlessly.

Devika ran and returned within seconds, handing her a glass of water. Siya took it, washed her mouth, and drank it quickly.

“Yuck! This kheer tastes disgusting it’s worse than poison!” Siya said, still making a face.

Devika said eagerly, “So that means it’s canceled you’re not feeding this kheer to Rana Sa right?”

Siya quickly replied in a firm tone, “No. Who said it’s canceled?”

“Siya, you just saw how salty it is! How can you feed this to your husband?” Devika teased playfully.

Siya was about to retort, ‘He is not my husband,’ but stopped herself as a thought crossed her mind

"Whatever he is, I can’t insult our relationship before the world by saying he means nothing to me."

“Do you think I’m heartless, Devika? I added more salt on purpose so he won’t eat it,” Siya said quietly.

“Oh, you think so much about Rana Sa,” Devika teased her with a grin.

“Enough now! Take this kheer outside and make sure no one eats it,” Siya ordered firmly.

Devika picked up a sweet and held it toward Siya. “Siya, have a bite of this you’ll feel better.”

But Siya refused. “No, I don’t want it.”

Devika didn’t insist; she knew that once Siya refused, she wouldn’t eat.

Then Devika asked in a serious tone, “Siya, did you talk to Rana Sa about that matter?”

Siya frowned slightly. “Which matter?”

“That day, when Rana Sa was killing  that man did you ask him why?” Devika asked.

“No, I didn’t,” Siya replied curtly.

“Siya, I think you should. That day, Rana Sa didn’t tell you, but now you’re his wife—you have the right to know. Your entire relationship depends on it. I know you’re not happy with this marriage and that you hate Rana Sa, but you have every right to know the reason behind your hatred,” Devika said seriously.

Siya thought for a moment and then replied, “You’re right, I should know. But he’ll never tell me.”

“Just try once,” Devika urged.

Siya looked at her bitterly. “Do you think I haven’t tried? All he knows is how to argue with me nothing else!” she said in frustration.

To lighten the mood, Devika teased, “Then you should teach him something else, Siya. I’m sure Rana Sa will happily learn just like in those romance books you read.”

“Devikaa!” Siya glared at her.

“Siya oh sorry, Rani Sa! I was just joking,” Devika said with a playful grin.

Then, with a mischievous smile, she added, “By the way, Siya, last night your blouse string wasn’t opening… how did it finally open?”

At her words, Siya’s mind immediately filled with memories of the night before—of the waist chain and her hand instinctively went to her waist.

“Siya, where are you lost?” Devika asked, shaking her shoulder.

Coming back to the moment, Siya said quickly, “N-nothing. I tried a lot, and it finally opened.”

“Oh, good that it did,” Devika said, smiling.

“Yes, it had to open. If I try, how can anything stay stuck?” Siya said proudly.

“What are you both talking about? Tell me too!” Prisha’s cheerful voice came from the doorway as she entered.

“Oh, Princess, last night…” Devika began but stopped immediately when she saw Siya’s deadly glare.

“Last night what?” Prisha asked excitedly.

Devika coughed and said softly, “Just that Siya’s blouse string wasn’t opening.”

“What! Then how did it open?” Prisha asked in shock, then curiously added with a grin, “But why were you opening your blouse?”

Hearing that, both Siya and Devika started coughing uncontrollably.

“What happened to you two? Tell me!” Prisha demanded.

Devika turned to Siya with a teasing smile. “Come on, Siya, tell her why were you opening your blouse?”

Siya shook her head in disbelief. “Of course to change my clothes!”

“Ohhh,” Prisha said, a little disappointed.

Then something shiny caught her attention her eyes landed on Siya’s hand, which rested near her waist chain.

“Bhabhi Sa, what’s that shining under your dupatta?” Prisha asked curiously.

Devika looked too and added, “Yes, Siya, what is it?”

Siya grew nervous. "Now what will I tell them?" she thought.

Prisha moved closer and gently lifted the edge of Siya’s dupatta. “Wow, Bhabhi Sa! Such a beautiful waist chain! Where did you get it from?”

Siya froze, too stunned to reply. “I… I didn’t buy it…” she stammered.

Before she could finish, a deep voice interrupted—Ekansh’s. “Maybe someone gifted it to her, right, Rani Sa?” he said, his gaze fixed firmly on Siya.

The room instantly filled with tension.

Siya had no choice but to answer. Shooting a glare at him, she said, “Yes… it’s a gift.”

“Who gave you such a precious gift?” Prisha asked curiously.

Siya was silent, unsure what to say when suddenly Ekansh’s mother’s voice came from behind, drawing everyone’s attention. Siya exhaled in relief.

“What’s going on here?” she asked with a smile.

“Maa Sa, we were just talking about Bhabhi Sa’s waist chain it’s so beautiful! She got it as a gift,” Prisha said happily.

“Oh, really? Let me see too,” Ekansh’s aunty said with a smile.

Both women came closer. Siya’s heartbeat quickened, her face nervous, while Ekansh’s expression remained perfectly composed.

"My heart’s about to explode and he’s standing there like nothing happened!" Siya thought furiously, glaring at him.

"Good thing I came in time," Ekansh thought to himself. "Otherwise she would have blurted out that I gave it to her. I’ll have to do something before they find out."

“It’s really too beautiful,” his aunt said admiringly.

“Yes, you’re right,” Ekansh’s mother added with a teasing smile. “Not only is it beautiful, but it’s also unique. You won’t find another like it in the entire kingdom. It’s made with diamonds and pearls rare ones that come from only one place.”

Everyone listened with curiosity, but both Siya’s and Ekansh’s hearts were racing wildly.

“How do you know that, Bhabhi Sa?” the aunt asked.

“Because I was the queen of Pratapgarh I know what comes from where,” she replied with a graceful smile, her eyes briefly meeting Ekansh’s.

“It’s indeed a very special gift,” she said to Siya with a teasing smile.

Sensing the couple’s awkwardness, she changed the topic. “Siya, what have you made for dessert today?”

“Maa Sa, ask what she hasn’t made!” Prisha answered quickly. “Bhabhi Sa has prepared so many dishes.”

“Siya, why so much effort? I told you to make something sweet due to the ritual. We both weren’t even here—so you had to manage alone,” his mother said with concern.

Siya replied softly, “Maa Sa, I just wanted to cook for everyone. It wasn’t any trouble for me.”

Then she added, “Maa Sa, I’ll just go freshen up and come back.”

“All right, come soon. Have your meal and then rest a bit,” his mother said kindly.

Ekansh stood quietly nearby, until his aunt’s sudden question made him tense.

“Ekansh, weren’t you going to the study room? You said you had some work there. What are you doing here?” she asked curiously.

Ekansh straightened, his face calm though his pulse spiked. “I came to get some water,” he replied evenly.

“You could’ve asked a maid,” she said.

“There was no one around, so I came myself,” he replied quickly.

Even I don’t know why I came here instead of the study room. My legs automatically brought me this way, Ekansh thought in confusion.

Seeing him, Siya wondered silently, "Why does he look so tense?" Then she gestured to Devika to offer him a glass of water.

“Rana sa, water,” Devika said softly, her voice trembling with fear, her head bowed low.

It felt as if the sound of her voice brought Ekansh out of his thoughts. He took the glass and drank all the water in a single breath.

Everyone watched him in confusion  everyone except one person, his mother. A beautiful, knowing smile appeared on her face as she noticed her son’s growing attraction toward Siya.

“Ekansh, do you want more water?” his aunt asked seriously.

“No, Chachi maa, it’s enough. I’ll take your leave now,” he said, and just before leaving, his eyes lingered on Siya for a brief moment.

"Suddenly, what happened to him?" Siya wondered, confused.

She came out of her thoughts when she felt her mother-in-law’s gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Beta, go and get fresh. After that, we’ll have lunch,” she said with a kind smile.

“Ji, Maa sa,” Siya replied softly, smiling in return.

“Okay, bhabhi sa, come. I’ll take you to your room,” Prisha said with a cheerful smile.

Then she led Siya and Devika toward Siya’s room.

“Bhabhi sa, Ekansh is always busy with work. Unless they spend some time together, how will they truly get to know and understand each other? How will their relationship ever grow?” Ekansh’s aunt said seriously.

“Yes, you’re right. We’ll have to do something,” Ekansh’s mother agreed thoughtfully.

“But what can we do, bhabhi sa?” her sister-in-law asked curiously.

“I know exactly what to do,” Ekansh’s mother replied with a mysterious smile.

“Bhabhi, tell me too!” she asked eagerly.

“You’ll find out soon,” she replied playfully.

“Okay, as you say,” his aunty said, and both of them began to laugh.

In Siya’s Room

Prisha and Devika were waiting in the room while Siya was taking a bath.

Their gazes turned toward her when they heard the soft tinkling of her anklets. Siya stepped out of the bathing room, completely draped in a yellow lehenga.

“Bhabhi sa, you took too long to come,” Prisha complained playfully.

“Sorry! Actually, the cold water felt so good and relaxing that I took a little longer,” Siya replied with a smile.

Then, walking toward the dressing table, she added, “Now both of you help me get ready quickly  everyone must be waiting for us.”

“Okay!” they said at the same time and hurried to her side.

Siya sat on the chair while Devika began braiding her hair, and Prisha helped her put on jewelry.

Within a short while, they made Siya ready.

She was completely dressed in a yellow lehenga with matching jewelry. Her hair was styled half open and half braided. She looked breathtakingly beautiful.

“Bhabhi sa, you’re looking so pretty! Yellow really suits you,” Prisha said with a big smile.

Then Siya pulled her veil down to her forehead. Devika helped her adjust the dupatta over her head, and Siya began to walk gracefully out of the room with Prisha and Devika beside her.

They left for the dining room.

At Ekansh's study room

Ekansh was sitting on a chair, a few papers in his hand, but his mind was completely lost in thoughts.

“I’m sure Maa sa must have found out about that waist chain. What must she be thinking…” he muttered to himself, tension clouding his face.

And why do I feel something different whenever Siya is around me? Why did I go to the kitchen instead of coming here? Why can’t I ever be angry with her? he thought in confusion, his brows furrowed, his expression filled with tension and uncertainty.

His jaw tightened, and his grip on the papers grew firm. Then, in a determined tone, he said to himself, “No, Ekansh. You must only hate Siya. There can be no soft place for her in your life.”

He lifted his head when he heard a knock on the door. Prem and Abhimanyu entered the room.

“Bhai sa, this is the information about the work we completed today. Please check it once,” Prem said, forwarding the papers toward Ekansh.

“Put them on the table,” Ekansh replied firmly.

Prem placed the papers on the table, took a deep breath, and said with a big grin, pointing toward the stack, “Finally, I’m free from all these troubles!”

Abhimanyu said nothing; he was simply enjoying Prem’s dramatic expression.

“Bhai sa, Maa sa has asked me to call you for lunch. Come, let’s go! Today, Bhabhi sa has cooked the meal herself,” Prem said excitedly.

Without waiting for Ekansh’s reply, he grabbed Ekansh’s hand and began leading him toward the door. Then, looking back at Abhimanyu, he said teasingly, “Do you need a personal invitation too?”

Abhimanyu chuckled and followed them. Ekansh remained silent, walking quietly beside them, lost once again in thoughts he couldn’t quite understand.

When they reached the dining hall, the entire family  along with Siya was already present.

The room was filled with the rich aroma of delicious dishes, beautifully arranged in the center. Everyone was seated around, chatting softly. Siya stood quietly to one side with Devika.

Prem exclaimed with a big smile, “Wow! If the food smells this good, it must taste even better!” Then he rushed forward and sat beside Prisha.

Ekansh stood there with an unreadable expression. When his eyes met Siya’s, she looked away and remained silent.

“Ekansh, why are you standing there? Come, sit,” his aunt called out.

He turned toward her and quietly took his seat.

“Siya, you should sit too,” his mother said kindly.

“No, Maa, I’ll serve everyone,” Siya replied softly.

“Siya, no need for that. Sneha told me you cooked everything yourself. Now sit with us  the maids will handle the rest,” Ekansh’s father said.

“Pita ji, I like doing this,” Siya said with a gentle smile.

Prem spoke cheerfully in a teasing tone, “Oh, Bhabhi sa! You and Bhai sa are both wearing yellow today!”

Hearing that, Siya and Ekansh glanced down at their clothes in surprise, then looked at each other. The whole room burst into laughter.

Abhimanyu lightly elbowed Prem, whispering so no one else could hear, “Rajkumar Prem, haven’t you had enough punishment for teasing Rana sa? You really want another one?”

“Oh yes, I forgot,” Prem whispered back, covering his mouth.

Siya replied nervously, “It’s just a coincidence.”

To change the topic out of fear, Prem said quickly, “Let’s start eating, I’m starving.”

“Bhai sa, we’re having such an interesting conversation, and all you can think about is food!” Prisha teased.

"Ye hamari behen hai ya satru hamesa hamare pran ke pichhe padi rahti hai," Prem muttered under his breath.

(“She’s my sister or my enemy  always after my life,” Prem muttered under his breath.)

“Did you say something?” Prisha asked suspiciously.

“No, nothing at all,” Prem replied dramatically.

Siya signaled Devika to help serve the food. The maids came forward and began uncovering the dishes, filling the entire room with a mouthwatering aroma.

She had prepared kadhi-chawal, puri, six to seven kinds of bhaji, dal bati churma, chhole bhature, and for dessert — ras malai, rasgulla, gulab jamun, halwa, and a special kheer for Ekansh.

Everyone was surprised.

Prem exclaimed with excitement, “Bhabhi sa, you made all this? And everyone’s favorite dishes too! Please serve me first, I can’t wait anymore!”

The room erupted in laughter at his eagerness.

Siya began serving food with the maids, Devika helping her. One by one, Siya served everyone  and at last, she came to Ekansh.

Their eyes met for a moment before she lowered her gaze and focused on serving. Siya knowingly served him a little extra. Ekansh, however, didn’t even glance at his plate; his eyes stayed fixed on her the entire time.

Everyone else was busy in food.

Devika thought to herself, "Siya Are you going to feed only Rana sa today? There’s no space left in his plate now!"

When Siya finally looked up, she found his gaze still locked on her. She gestured him toward his plate with her eyes, then stepped back quietly.

Finally, Ekansh broke his silence. "Rani sa aap bhi baithiye," he said firmly.

(Finally, Ekansh broke his silence. “Rani sa, sit,” he said firmly.)

Siya’s heart began to race as everyone turned to look at her.

“Yes, Siya, come sit beside me,” his aunt said warmly.

“Ji, Chachi ma,” Siya murmured nervously and sat beside her, directly opposite Ekansh.

Devika served Siya next, giving her a teasing smile that only Siya noticed.

"Bhabhi sa hamne jivan me itna sowadisht bhojan nahi kiya hai," Prem said with his mouth full, struggling to speak.

(“Bhabhi sa, I’ve never tasted food this delicious before!” Prem said with his mouth full, struggling to speak.)

“Bhai sa, finish chewing first!” Prisha laughed.

“Yes, I agree  the food is really too testy,” Ekansh’s father said.

“Siya beta, you should cook at least once a week,” his uncle added.

“I think I should start learning cooking from Siya too,” his aunt said with a smile.

“Yes, you’re right,” Ekansh’s mother agreed.

“Ekansh, why aren’t you eating?” his mother asked.

“Yes, Bhai sa, it’s too tasty if you eat it, you’ll fall in love!” Prem teased.

After receiving Ekansh’s deadly glare, Prem quickly corrected himself, “I mean, you’ll fall in love with the food!”

Ignoring him, Ekansh took his first bite, But he said nothing His expression remained unreadable.

"Bhai sa do you like this food," prisha asked to Ekansh

After a moment he said, “Yes… it’s really very tasty,” and began eating quietly.

Siya finally started eating too. Everyone enjoyed the meal, and soon it was time for dessert.

The maids began serving the sweets. Devika stood there holding a bowl of kheer, her eyes flicking nervously to Siya. Siya signaled her to serve it to Ekansh, but Devika hesitated, frozen by fear.

“Wow, even the sweets are amazing,” Ekansh’s uncle said, and everyone began praising them. Ekansh said nothing, but his expression made it clear he liked them too.

At last, after Siya’s intense glare, Devika moved toward Ekansh with trembling hands. She quickly placed the bowl in front of him and stepped away.

“Oh, there’s kheer too! I want some!” Prem said eagerly.

Siya and Devika’s eyes widened in horror as they stared at each other.

Siya quickly said with a loving tone, “Devar sa, that's only for your Bhai sa. I made it especially for him.”

Ekansh looked startled, surprised that she had made something just for him. He stared at the bowl in disbelief, while everyone smiled at Siya’s words.

“Okay,” Prem said, disappointed.

With hesitation, Ekansh took a spoonful of kheer. Siya’s eyes stayed on him as he tasted it.

The moment it touched his tongue, salt spread in his mouth but since everyone was watching him, he masked his reaction and looked up at Siya with a blank face.

Siya was waiting happily for him to spit out the kheer but he swallow it. Her smile vanished in shock.

Everyone went back to eating, but Ekansh’s gaze didn’t leave Siya. She too was staring back, confused.

Siya said to herself, "He took one bite, but he won’t take another, It’s too salty no one can eat this kheer."

But to her disbelief, Ekansh did the opposite. Without breaking eye contact, he took another spoonful kheer and another.

Her breath quickened, her expression changed from relief to panic. Ekansh watched every flicker of emotion on her face.

He can’t be human  how can he eat this? she thought, tension clear on her face.

If he’s enjoying it, so be it. It’s his choice. Why should I care? she tried convincing herself.

Ekansh kept eating, spoon after spoon, his expression was composed and unreadable. The more he ate, the more restless Siya became.

Finally, he finished the entire bowl.

Devika watched both of them silently. What’s going on between these two? she wondered.

Siya looked at him in confusion, while he returned her gaze with an unreadable expression.

A voice from the family broke their silent stare, and both looked away.

Everyone had finished their meal by then.

"Siya beta ye lijiye hamare aur pita ji ke taraf se aapki pehli rasoi ka ufhar. Ekansh ke Namkaran par hame hamari maa sa ne diye the, "Ekansh’s mother said, handing over a beautiful necklace along with gold bangles, ring and other jewelry.

(“Siya beta, here take this as a gift from us on the occasion of your first cooking. My mother had given me all this jewelry on the occasion of Ekansh’s Namkaran,” Ekansh’s mother said, handing over a beautiful necklace along with gold bangles, ring and other jewelry.)

"Maa sa itna sab kiyo hamne bas bhojan hi to bnaya hai, hame sirf aap logo ka ashirwad hi chahiye," Siya said with a gentle smile.

(“Maa-sa, why all this? I only cooked a meal. All I need is your blessings,” Siya said with a gentle smile. )

“Our blessings are always with both of you. Consider this as our love and blessings as well,” his mother replied, smiling warmly.

Siya accepted the gift as a blessing.

"Siya hamare tofa ko bhi hamara aur chacha sa ka ashirwad samajhiye inkar mat kijiyega," said his aunt with a loving smile. "Ekansh aapko to pta hi hai na ek mahal hai jo hame aur aapke chacha sa ko behat priye hai o ham aap dono ko de rhe hai, abhi se o aap dono ka hai."

(“Siya, consider this gift from us—your chacha sa and me—as our blessing too. Please don’t refuse,” said his aunt with a loving smile. “There’s a mahal that is very precious to both of us. We are giving it to you and Ekansh. From today, it belongs to you both.”)

"Chachi maa hum o mahal nahi le sakte hame gyat hai ki ve mahal aap dono ke liye kitna priye hai," Ekansh said politely.

(“Chachi-ma, we cannot accept that mahal. I know how precious it is to you and chacha sa,” Ekansh said politely.)

“Yes, Chachi maa,” Siya added softly, “something so close to your heart, we can’t possibly take it. It belongs to you.”

His uncle smiled and said gently, “It is precious, that’s why we are giving it to you. We know you will take care of it always."

“If you truly consider us your uncle and aunt at heart, then do not refuse this gift,” his aunt said, her voice trembling with emotion.

Ekansh’s mother joined in, “Ekansh, Siya—don’t refuse. Accept it as their love and blessing.”

"Thik hai hum aapki pyar aur ashirwad ko sadew sambhal ke rakhenge ye wachan hai hamara," Ekansh said softly, in an assuring tone.

(“Alright. I will always protect your love and blessings as my precious thing. That is my promise,” Ekansh said softly, in an assuring tone.)

Siya added with a tender smile, “And I promise to honor it with him, always.”

For a brief moment, Siya and Ekansh’s eyes met silent yet full of meaning. A gentle smile appeared on everyone’s face.

“I didn’t even know we were supposed to bring a gift today. I brought nothing!” Prem said in mock disappointment, his face falling dramatically.

“Yes, bhai-sa,” Prisha added.

Suddenly, an idea struck Prem. His face lit up mischievously. “Bhabhi sa,” he said with a grin, “you can consider me your gift! Just feed me food cooked by your hands every day that’s all I want.”

At this, Ekansh’s expression changed. His eyes darkened slightly clearly displeased but no one noticed. All attention was on Prem’s playful words.

“Bhai sa, all you ever think about is food!” Prisha teased.

“No, not like that,” Prem replied dramatically.

“That’s enough,” Ekansh said, his tone heavier now. “Go finish your pending work. Or should I give you more?”

“Yes, bhai-sa. I am going. You are getting stricter day by day,” Prem complained cutely.

“That’s because you are getting more mischievous day by day,” Ekansh replied sharply.

“I’m still a child!” Prem argued.

“Yes a notorious one who hardly knows manners,” Ekansh shot back.

“Stop fighting. He will finish his work,” his uncle said, trying to intervene.

“Yes, Chacha-sa. I will behave like a good boy… no, like a good man!” Prem said dramatically.

Everyone shook their heads in disbelief, and laughter filled the room again.

Then, with a shy grin, Prem added, “Chacha sa, what special gift will you and Chachi maa give me and my  wife?”

The laughter grew even louder.

His uncle teased while laughing, “Oh? You already have a wife?”

“No, no. My wedding haven’t even happened yet,” Prem replied quickly.

“Ah, let it happen first,” his uncle said playfully.

Prem grinned widely, “Will you give us a mahal too? Then I will go there for a few days with my wife. No one will disturb us there.”

Everyone burst into laughter again.

"Devar sa, apni bhawnao par thora niyantran rakhiye," Siya said with a teasing smile.

(“Devar-sa, control your emotions a little,” Siya said with a teasing smile.)

Prem replied casually, “What did I even say that you all are laughing so much?” Then he turned to Ekansh and added, “Bhai sa Why don’t you go with bhabhi-sa for some days?”

“Good idea,” Ekansh said coldly. “Maybe I’ll lock you there instead. Now go focus on your work.” Without another word, he left the room. Siya was silent.

“I was just giving a suggestion,” Prem said.

“Rajkumar, your suggestions can get you into trouble. Control your tongue a little. Yes, you are eager for your wedding, but it will happen when you live long enough,” Abhimanyu whispered to Prem.

“Hmmm… you are right,” Prem whispered back, thinking deeply.

“What private conversation is going on here?” his father asked in a teasing tone.

“Nothing, Pita-ji. We were just talking about our pending work,” Prem replied casually, sounding serious.

Abhimanyu thought silently, He is lying so convincingly that it feels true.

“Now Prem-ji is too serious, Pita-ji,” Prisha teased.

Prem gave her a slightly angry look and left with Abhimanyu.

Ekansh’s uncle and father also departed.

“Devika, go and eat something,” Siya said kindly.

“Yes, I’m going,” Devika replied and walked away.

“Siya, come with me to my chamber,” Ekansh’s mother said happily. “We’ll finally have time to talk properly. It’s been such a busy day.”

“I’m coming too!” Prisha said cheerfully, and the three of them left together.

Other Side at Sitapur

At Sitapur, Siya’s entire family her mother, father, brother, and sister-in-law—were seated together, having their lunch.

A quiet sadness lingered on each of their faces.

Everyone ate in silence, as if Siya had taken away all their happiness and the liveliness of Sitapur along with her.

Breaking the silence, her mother softly said, “Today is our Siya’s pehli rasoi… I wonder what she must have cooked.” Her voice trembled with emotion.

“Maa sa, she’s our Siya,” Divya said with a faint smile. “I’m sure she must have prepared a variety of dishes, and everyone must have loved them.”

“Yes, Maa sa, I agree,” Daksh added, smiling at the memory. “There’s something special about the food made by Siya’s hands.”

Her father chuckled gently. “You’re right, children.”

Her mother sighed, tears glistening in her eyes. “Even now, I can’t believe our little Siya is all grown up, married, and living in her new home.”

“Maharani,” her father said softly, placing his hand over hers, “we must accept this truth.”

The room grew heavy with emotion.

Trying to lighten the mood, Daksh said playfully, “Maa sa, very soon we’ll be going to Pratapgarh to bring Siya home for the pagphera ceremony.”

Her mother smiled warmly. “Yes, you’re right. We shouldn’t be sad Siya wouldn’t like that.”

Daksh grinned mischievously. “And I’m sure that today, Ekansh must have enjoyed the delicious food cooked by Siya’s hands. He’s the one who took my sister away from me!”

Everyone burst into laughter at his mock anger.

“Rana sa, why are you always after Ekansh ji?” Divya teased.

“I’ll stay after him all my life,” Daksh said dramatically. “Because of that cunning man, Siya is away from us!”

“Mind your words!” his mother scolded, in mock angry, and half-amused. “Not a single word against our son-in-law!”

Daksh stared at her in disbelief. “Now you’re taking his side?”

“Of course! He’s our damad ji,” she said proudly.

“And I’m your son!” Daksh retorted.

Then, with mock frustration, he added, “That Ekansh must have some kind of magic. First, he took my sister away, and now he’s turned the whole family to his side!”

Everyone burst out laughing again.

“Daksh, stop being jealous,” Divya whispered teasingly.

But he shook his head like a stubborn little boy.

Divya laughed. “There’s no hope for you!”

The room soon filled with laughter, light-hearted teasing, and the warmth of playful family chatter.

At pratapgad

In Ekansh’s Mother’s Room

Ekansh’s mother, his aunt, Siya, and Prisha were sitting together on the bed, chatting and laughing. The entire room was filled with warmth, joy, and cheerful giggles.

“Bhabhi sa, do you like our Pratapgarh?” Prisha asked curiously.

“Till now, I haven’t seen much, but honestly, I really like it,” Siya replied with a soft smile.

“Don’t worry, beta,” Chachi Maa said affectionately. “It will just take a little time — soon you’ll fall in love with this place too.”

A gentle knock on the door made them all look toward it.

“Yes, come in,” Ekansh’s mother said.

A maid entered, bowed respectfully, and said, “Sorry to disturb you, Maharani sa, but Rana sa is calling Rani sa to his chamber.”

What the hell… why is he calling me like this? Siya thought in her mind nervously and in anger.

“Bhabhi sa, go! Bhai sa must be missing you already,” Prisha teased, and everyone began to smile mischievously.

“You all are misunderstanding. He must have some work, that’s why he’s calling me,” Siya said, her voice tinged with nervousness.

“Yes, yes, we know,” her aunt replied, still smiling.

“Maybe he wants to give a special gift for your pehli rasoi,” his mother added with a teasing grin — the waist chain instantly flashing in her mind.

Siya thought silently, I don’t want any gift from your son. I wouldn’t even go if I could refuse… but right now, I have no choice.

She stood up, folded her hands politely, and said with a faint smile, “I’ll take your leave now.”

“Yes, you may go,” her aunt said, still grinning teasingly. Siya followed the maid out of the room.

As they walked through the corridor, Siya asked softly, “What’s your name?”

The maid replied respectfully, “Rani sa, my name is Mala. I handle most of the household duties here.”

“Okay,” Siya said simply. Mala guided her through the long corridor, showing her the way.

After a few moments, Mala stopped and pointed toward a large carved door. “Rani sa, this is your room,” she said respectfully.

“Thank you, Mala,” Siya replied with a gentle smile and turned toward the door.

She slowly pushed it open and stepped inside.

Ekansh was standing there, a few steps away, his gaze already fixed on her.

The moment he saw her, a faint smirk curled on his lips. “Rani sa, you took quite some time to come,” he said in a teasing tone.

“Why did you call me here? And what will everyone think?” Siya replied, a hint of anger in her voice.

Ekansh took a slow step toward her, his dark eyes locked on her face. Siya stared back in confusion, her breath slightly unsteady.

He came closer  there was barely a single step of distance between them. Siya froze, her heart pounding, eyes fixed on him in nervousness and confusion.

Then, suddenly, Ekansh moved past her, walking toward the door. Siya turned quickly, watching him with puzzled eyes.

He reached the door and quietly shut it. The click of the lock echoed in the silent room. Siya’s heartbeat grew louder in her chest.

In a trembling voice, she asked, “W–Why did you lock the door?”

He turned toward her again, a mischievous smirk curving his lips. In a low, husky voice, he said, taking a slow step toward her, his darkened gaze fixed on her, making her nervous.

"Dar lag rha hain?" he asked, his smirk widening before he added in a dominating tone, "lagna bhi chahiye."

(“Scared?” he asked, his smirk widening before he added in a dominating tone, “You should be.”)

Siya’s breath hitched. Her breathing grew heavier, her legs trembled as if they might give way any moment. She stood frozen in place, her eyes locked on him, trying to understand what was happening.

But he didn’t stop. He kept walking toward her  slow, deliberate steps  and within seconds, the distance between them disappeared.

Siya’s heart pounded, nervousness consuming her, though she tried her best not to show it on her face.

Ekansh stopped right in front of her. Before she could comprehend anything, she suddenly found herself in the air  in Ekansh’s arms. He had lifted her in a bridal style and began walking toward the bed, his intense gaze never leaving hers.

She panicked at his sudden action, but her fear quickly turned into fury. Grinding her teeth, she glared at him with fiery eyes and shouted,

“Don’t you dare touch me! Put me down, or I’ll take your life, understood?”

He didn’t react. Unaffected, he continued walking as if her words didn’t reach him at all.

Her anger only grew, seeing him ignore her completely.

He placed her in the center of the bed and leaned over her, his hands resting on either side of her.

She protested, pushing him with both hands, but he didn’t budge an inch.

His intense gaze roamed over her face, studying every reaction. Then, in a deep, dark voice, he said, “It’s useless, Rani sa. Today, no one can save you from me.”

Siya froze for a moment, her eyes locked on his. Then, with all her strength, she pushed him again.

“What are you doing? Have you gone mad?” she shouted, but he still didn’t move.

Ekansh reached for a cloth lying beside her pillow. Siya looked at him, confused.

“What are you doing? I’m asking you something!” she yelled angrily.

His expression remained calm, unreadable. He lifted his gaze to meet hers and slowly took hold of both her wrists.

She struggled fiercely, her eyes burning with rage, but he didn’t loosen his grip.

With deliberate slowness, Ekansh raised her hands above her head and tied them to the headboard with the cloth.

“Why are you doing this? I didn’t tell you to eat that kheer! You did it on your own,” she said irritably.

A dangerous smile curved his lips as he replied in a hoarse voice, “Calm down, Rani sa. Why are you always so desperate for everything?”

She stared at him in disbelief, jerking her hands in an attempt to free herself.

He raised his hand toward her face and ran his finger slowly along her skin from her forehead, down her cheek — tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, one that had fallen loose during her struggle.

His touch only ignited more fire within her.

“Untie me and stay away from me, or you’ll regret it,” she warned furiously.

He smiled faintly, his eyes still locked on hers.

“There’s no one worse than me, Rani sa,” he murmured.

“Untie me once, and then you’ll see who is worse,” she snapped.

“Be patient, my dear wife” he said with a smirk.

He leaned closer to Siya’s face, only to tease her, then straightened his arm and picked up a bowl from the side table.

She asked in confusion, “What’s in that bowl?”

“Oh, Rani sa,” he said with a smirk, placing the bowl on the bed. His voice turned darker as he added, “With the same love you made salty kheer for me, I’ve made something even more special for you—karela halwa.”

“Karela halwa?” she almost shouted in disbelief. “Yuck!”

“Don’t say yuck,” he replied, his smirk deepening. “You’re going to finish this halwa.”

“Who told you that I’m going to eat it?” she snapped.

“Rani sa, calm down,” Ekansh said, still smiling mischievously. “If you made kheer with salt for me, I made this halwa for you with even more sugar.”

“I’ll never eat that halwa,” she said, scrunching her nose in disgust.

Ekansh said nothing, simply enjoying her reaction. With a victorious smirk, he scooped a spoonful of halwa and held it near Siya’s lips.

But she pressed her lips tightly together, glaring at him.

“Open your mouth,” Ekansh said in a dominating, commanding tone.

She shook her head firmly.

He placed the spoon back into the bowl, then leaned in closer, his face just inches from hers. A mischievous smirk played on his lips as he whispered in her ear, his breath warm against her skin, “Would you prefer to eat with the spoon… or should I use my lips to feed you this halwa?”

The moment his breath touched her skin, a wave of warmth ran through her body. Her heart began to race wildly, her breathing grew heavier.

He lifted his head slightly to look at her—and froze. Siya was staring at him with wide eyes, as if trying to believe what she’d just heard.

“Yes, Rani sa, you heard right,” Ekansh said, his voice low and teasing. “Tell me—what do you want?” His darkened gaze locked onto her, making her even more nervous.

“Why is your heart beating so fast? And why is your breath so heavy for an enemy you claim to hate from the bottom of your heart?” he asked playfully, lying beside her, his weight resting on one elbow while his face leaned into his palm.

Hearing this, Siya blinked rapidly, trying to avoid his intense gaze.

She lifted her eyes and snapped back in a taunting voice,

“Why have you tied your enemy to your bed the same person you want to take revenge? And why are you  this close to your enemy?”

Something shifted inside his heart; her words were unexpected. But the next moment, a faint smile replaced that surprise.

In a husky whisper, he replied, “I’m not with my enemy. I’m with my wife. And a husband has every right to come close to his wife.”

“Who gave you that right?” she snapped.

“You did,” he said with a smirk. “By marrying me… by making special kheer for me.”

“I’ve given you no right! And once again, I’m reminding you—I will never accept you as my husband. So stop claiming rights over me and untie my hands,” she said in a serious tone, her fiery eyes fixed on him.

He said nothing. Instead, he took a spoonful of halwa, brought it to his lips, and slowly ate half of it, his darkened gaze locked on her. His silent, deliberate movements made her nervous. Her breath quickened.

“I’ll eat it with a spoon,” she said hurriedly.

A mischievous, victorious smirk curved his lips as he brought the remaining half spoon of halwa to her mouth. But she turned her face away.

“This is your leftover. I won’t eat it,” she said angrily.

In her mind, she muttered, “My hands are tied right now, that’s why I’m tolerating him. Otherwise, he’d know exactly who he’s dealing with.”

“ok,” he said with a teasing smile. “you must eat this leftover halwa. If you won’t take it from the spoon… you have another option.”

Her teeth clenched, her eyes blazed, but finally, she opened her mouth.

With a winning smirk, he fed her the half spoon and said in a low, dominating tone, “Just like a good girl.”

Her anger burned hotter, but he seemed to enjoy every bit of her reaction.

He took another spoonful, ate half, and offered the rest to her again.

Confused and irritated, she asked, “You want to punish me, right? Then why make karela halwa so sweet? And I never told you to eat that salty kheer! Why did you finish that then? And why are you feeding me your leftovers?”

He simply gestured toward the halwa. When she refused again, he moved the spoon toward his lips, and she quickly parted hers, giving in.

As he fed her, he said in a dark, dominating tone, “I told you before my way of hating is very different. That’s why there’s so much sugar in this halwa.”

Then, with a dangerous smile, he added, “And since you made that salty kheer with so much love for me, how could I not eat it? As for why I’m feeding you my leftovers… well, they say sharing food deepens love. And since there’s already so much love between us, I thought, why not add a little more?”

His voice dropped lower. “On our wedding night, you also fed me your leftover milk, remember? Sitting right in my lap.”

“Untie me and stay away from me! I don’t like you coming this close. My heart holds nothing but hatred for you,” she said in a commanding tone.

“Here, everything will happen the way I want,” he replied in a dangerously calm voice, leaning even closer until only two inches separated them.

He was close enough for her to feel his breath, but he still maintained a sliver of distance his body never touched hers.

He took another half spoon leftover halwa, eyes locked on hers, and offered it again close to her lips. A flicker of anger crossed her face, but his lips curved into a victorious smile.

“I won’t eat. Do whatever you want,” she said firmly.

“You can just say it directly,” he murmured, his tone teasing and dark, “that you want to taste my lips.”

Hearing this, she quickly took the halwa and swallowed it in anger, turning her head away.

He filled the spoon again and, with his other hand, gently turned her face back toward him by placing his thumb under her chin.

She glared at him furiously, trying to turn away, but his firm hold on her chin and cheek kept her still.

Then, slowly and sensually, he touched the spoon to her lips, tracing their outline. She closed her eyes half in anger, half in some strange, unnameable feeling.

His gaze never wavered from her face.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered softly, yet firmly.

Her eyes flew open. She knew she had no choice. Slowly, she opened her mouth, and Ekansh fed her half a spoonful—then ate the remaining half himself.

With a teasing smile, he said, “Rani sa, Your leftover bitter karela (bitter gourd) halwa doesn’t taste bitter anymore.”

“Even my leftover poison won’t feel like poison.” she snapped back, her voice full of fire.

He took another spoonful and this time ate the entire halwa himself.

Watching him, she thought, “If I refuse to eat, he’ll probably feed me with his lips next.” Then she quickly scolded herself, “Siya, no! This man is crazy he really might do that.”

“Untie my hands. I can’t eat anymore. My mouth already feels bitter,” she said seriously.

But he only replied, “Fine. I don’t have much time left either. Half the bowl remains. Eat it quickly, like a good girl, and I’ll untie you.”

“Half the bowl?” she repeated in shock.

“Yes. Half the bowl,” he said in the same tone.

“Siya, it’s better to eat together than alone. You’ve already shared his leftover anyway,” she thought.

Then she said aloud with a faint smile, “Okay, Rana sa.”

She opened her mouth, and he fed her a full spoonful, filling her mouth completely.

She looked at him in confusion. Why did he feed me the whole?

“Don’t stare like that, this is your punishment, not mine.” he said sternly.

After swallowing, she said, “Why should I eat alone? You should eat with me.”

“Why should I?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Umm…” she hesitated, searching for a reason. “Because… you made it. So you should eat it too.”

“I don’t want to,” he said flatly, and again offered the spoon to her.

She didn’t open her mouth. He gently pressed her chin from both sides until her lips parted, then gently pushed the spoon into her mouth.

After finishing, she said softly, her voice trembling and eyes glistening with unshed tears, “I can’t do this anymore.”

“You can,” he said calmly.

Only a few spoons were left.

“Do you want me to eat with you?” he asked, eyes fixed on hers.

She nodded slightly, her gaze soft and innocent, eyes shimmering with moisture.

He untied her wrists and sat on the edge of the bed, facing her. As soon as her hands were free, she quickly sat up too.

Ekansh handed her the bowl and said in a low, serious tone, “Feed me with your own hands. And you don’t need to eat anymore.”

Her eyes widened. “W…what did you just say?” she asked in disbelief.

“Feed me,” he repeated firmly, his gaze unflinching.

“I’m leaving,” she said sharply.

“You really want me to tie you again and feed you the entire bowl myself?” he asked in a cold, controlled voice.

Quickly, she picked up the bowl and took a spoonful—but his next words froze her.

“Not with the spoon. With your hand.”

“What? I’m not doing that,” she said sternly.

“Do you have any other option?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

She glared at him with fiery eyes, then scooped up the halwa in her hand and brought it to his lips. “You know I don’t want to do this—that’s why you’re making me, aren’t you?” she said angrily.

“Yes,” he replied simply, and took the halwa in his mouth, deliberately brushing his lips against her fingers.

“Don’t do that,” she said, in anger. The next bite she ate herself, then offered another to him.

This time, he gently sucked on her fingers. She froze, feeling the warmth of his breath and saliva against her skin, then quickly pulled her hand back.

Taking a deep breath to control her anger, she shouted, “Stop doing these things!”

“Then tell me what kind of things should I do?” he asked, eyes locked on hers.

She took another bite and offered him the next. He said casually, “Feeling guilty for making me eat that salty kheer, aren’t you? That’s why you’re eating this bitter halwa yourself.”

She glanced up at him. “T…that’s not true,” she stammered.

A smirk appeared on his lips. “Rani sa, your words don’t match your expression.”

“Just take this and help me finish it fast,” she said without meeting his eyes.

Ekansh caught her hand and brought it to his lips, eating the halwa directly from her fingers.

Only one last bite was left Siya quickly ate it herself.

“Thank you,” he said softly.

She looked up in surprise. “For what?” she asked, confused.

“For what you did today—for cooking with your own hands for my entire family,” he said gently.

She was taken aback but managed to reply seriously, “They are my family too. I may not accept my relationship with you, but I do accept all my relationships with them.”

A knock sounded on the door, breaking their intense silence. Both of them turned toward the sound.

Another knock followed. They looked at each other for a moment before getting up from the bed. Siya quickly began adjusting her clothes.

“May I open the door?” Ekansh asked softly.

Siya nodded in agreement.

Ekansh went to open the door, and there stood Prem and Prisha.

As soon as the door opened, Prem asked, “Bhai sa, may we come in?”

Without waiting for Ekansh’s reply, he stepped inside with Prisha, calling out playfully, “Bhabhiii sa!”

Ekansh’s jaw tightened at their intrusion. He muttered under his breath, "Enhe soyem ekant chahiye apni patni ke sath ki ye ghar se hi chale jayenge kuchh dino ke liye prantu hamare kaksh me yaise ghese ja rhe hai jaise ye koi bagicha hai", Then he followed them inside.

(Ekansh’s jaw tightened at their intrusion. He muttered under his breath, “He want privacy with his wife so much that he is ready to leave the house for a few days, yet he barge into my chamber as if it is some open garden.”Then he followed them inside.)

A smile appeared on Siya’s face as she saw Prem and Prisha.

“Bhabhi sa, we came to take you. Remember, we promised to show you the entire palace this evening,” Prem said with a cheerful grin.

Seeing Ekansh’s expression, Siya smiled and replied softly, “I’m glad you both came,” her eyes briefly meeting his.

“Then let’s go!” Prisha said excitedly. But her gaze fell on something lying on the bed, and she walked toward it.

Picking up a piece of cloth, she frowned in confusion. “Bhabhi sa, isn’t this dupatta a bit too small?”

It was the same piece of cloth that Ekansh had used to tie Siya’s hand.

Ekansh and Siya froze, staring at each other in horror, while Prem leaned closer curiously.

“H-haan, Rajkumari,” Siya stammered nervously, “this… this is a new fashion. You probably haven’t heard of it yet.”

“Ohhh, I didn’t know that, Bhabhi sa! Do you have more like this?” Prisha asked innocently.

Prem took the cloth from Prisha’s hand and examined it curiously.

Siya shot an angry glare at Ekansh, silently pleading for him to stop them. Just as Ekansh was about to intervene, Prem draped the cloth around his shoulders, smiling. “This looks great! I think I’ll keep it.”

“That’s a dupatta! Why would you take it? I’ll keep it!” Prisha protested, trying to pull it back.

“Enough, both of you,” Ekansh interrupted calmly, taking the cloth from Prem’s hand. “This belongs to your Bhabhi sa.”

Siya stared at him in disbelief and growing irritation.

To end the awkward moment and avoid further embarrassment, she quickly said, “Let’s go, or we’ll get late. We still have to see the whole palace.”

An unnoticeable smirk curved Ekansh’s lips.

The three of them headed toward the door. Siya turned once more and shot Ekansh a final angry glare before leaving the room.

Ekansh sat down on the edge of the bed, letting out a long, deep breath.

Ekansh’s POV

That kheer was nothing less than poison. I’ve never eaten that much salt in my entire life as there was in that bowl.

Still, I ate it — because compared to Siya’s reaction, that kheer was nothing. When she saw me eating it, there was something strange in her eyes… something I couldn’t understand. What was that feeling? And why was it there when she claims to hate me so much?

If I hadn’t eaten it, everyone would have known about the salt, and I didn’t want anyone in the family to find out about the bitterness that lies between us.

From her reaction, it was clear that she had made that kheer for me yet she didn’t want me to eat it.

But I couldn’t let her go that easily. That’s why I made her eat the bitter gourd halwa. I know very well that more than the halwa, my closeness to her was the real punishment for her. That’s why I went so close to her because I wanted her to remember this punishment forever.

Our pehli rasoi will always be remembered by both of us for a lifetime.

Because of her, the kheer I ate today will haunt my taste buds forever. In front of that, even the karele ka halwa was nothing. I had made it myself, with more sugar than it needed — maybe on purpose.

If I hadn’t tied her hands, she wouldn’t have eaten that halwa  so I had to tie her hands. In my own way.

Even in this hatred, there’s something  something that keeps pulling me toward her.

Siya's Pov

We were all sitting in the dining room for dinner. Everyone was eating and chatting, but he was sitting quietly, not saying a word.

Ever since I came, I’ve never seen him talk to his family like Prem and Prisha do. He never smiles either. I wonder what his problem is. Has he had some fight? It feels like he’s upset with everyone.

He always keep arguing with me. I hadn’t said him to eat kheer, yet he made me eat bitter gourd halwa. It wasn’t too bitter; in fact, it was sweet. But the way he fed me coming so close and giving it to me with just one spoon felt like a biggest punishment. He knowingly did that he know i don't like his closeness.

Still, when he came near, though I felt anger, I also felt something I had never felt before. A strange feeling pulling me toward him.

Even though he was so close, he never made me feel uncomfortable.

Devar-sa and Prisha showed me  entire mahal. We talked a lot. The place is truly beautiful.

But one part of it—the room that was his—is now also mine. There’s no other room next to it; everyone else’s rooms are on the opposite side.

As I explored the entire mahal, memories of Sitapur and everyone there came flooding back.

Maa-sa’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

“Beta, we need to discuss something important with both of you,” she said.

I hadn’t even noticed that everyone had finished dinner—I was too lost in my thoughts.

“Ji, Maa-sa,” I replied softly.

Everyone stood as Maa-sa came toward us, looking very serious. She said, in a serious tone,

“Beta, it is our family tradition that after marriage, the newlyweds visit our Kuldevi temple and pray for a happy married life.”

Then, with a smile, she added,

“I hope you both will also go tomorrow to the Kuldevi temple and perform the pooja. We all did this after our marriages.”

“Yes, Siya, but the temple is very far. It takes two days to return; it seems quite tiring,” Chachi-maa said.

Suddenly, these thoughts flashed in my mind: Praying for a happy married life… but we don’t even accept this marriage. How can I perform this pooja? How can I celebrate this sacred ritual with someone with whom my relationship feels like a punishment? I don’t want to pray with him. I will not go.

I lifted my gaze toward him, but his eyes were already on me, as if he could read my thoughts easily.

I was about to refuse Maa-sa, but he interrupted me, not letting me speak, and said firmly,

“Maa-sa, we will definitely go tomorrow to the Kuldevi temple and complete all the rituals properly.”

He stared at me, doing this deliberately because he knew I didn’t want to go. Was this his way of punishing me? How could he do this?

“I knew you both would go,” Maa-sa said happily. Everyone seemed happy too.

Maa-sa then asked, “Siya, why are you so quiet? Say something. Do You have any problem in this?”

Anger surged through me as I looked at him. He signaled me with his eyes to say yes, but why should I? It’s his decision, not mine.

“Maa-sa…”

I was about to say no again, but he interrupted,

“Maa-sa, it’s getting late. We need to wake up early to leave, so let’s all go to sleep. Rani-sa, this is what you want too, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Bhai-sa, you’re right,” Devar-sa added.

“Okay, then. Alright, everyone go to sleep,” Maa-sa said, and everyone began saying goodnight.

Before I could say anything, he wished everyone goodnight and said,

“Rani-sa, let’s go.”

I had no other option but to go with him. I couldn’t argue now. So I also wished everyone goodnight and stepped out with him.

He said yes to going to the temple tomorrow, so now he will say no to it..

When we reached the room, I was about to tell him that I didn’t want to attend tomorrow’s pooja, but before I could speak, we heard a knock on the door.

He ordered coldly, “Come in.”

Two maids entered, each carrying a large thal in their hands. They bowed respectfully and said, “Maharani Sa has sent this.”

He instructed them to place it on the table. Once they left, I followed them to the door and locked it. I didn’t want any more interruptions.

When I turned around, he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

I said firmly, “I want to talk.”

But he didn’t lift his head; his back was  facing me.

“I said, I want to talk about something! Are you even listening?” I snapped, my voice rising with anger.

Without looking at me, he replied flatly, “I know what you want to say. Don’t waste your energy—my decision will not change.”

Hearing that, my anger flared. I stormed in front of him and shouted, my voice trembling with fury, “Go wherever you want to go, but I’m not going anywhere! That’s my final decision!”

He lifted his head, stood up abruptly, and in just a second closed the distance between us. His eyes burned with rage as he glared at me.

He spoke through gritted teeth, his voice sharp and commanding. “You married me, didn’t you? Then you’ll complete all the rituals with me whether you like it or not. Understood?”

“I won’t do any rituals with you! Do whatever you want!” I snapped back, my tone equally fierce.

His jaw tightened, his gaze darkened. “You should be thankful for the patience I still have,” he said in a dangerous tone. “Don’t force me to do something you’ll regret.”

I lifted my head, stepping even closer until there was barely any distance between us. “What will you do? People might fear you but I don’t.” I challenged him boldly.

He smirked darkly. “Two days are not enough to know me,” he said, grinding his teeth. Then his voice deepened, full of command and authority. “Tomorrow, you will come to the temple with me and perform all the rituals. Be ready in the morning or what happens next is something you’ll never forget.” His burning gaze locked with mine before he turned away.

He was furious. I was about to say something, but he suddenly turned toward the door and began to walk away.

I ran after him and grabbed his hand. “Where are you going? I’m not done yet!” I shouted.

He pulled me sharply toward him; I crashed into his chest. His grip tightened around my waist, holding me firmly in place. With his other hand, he lifted my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

My breath quickened. I could feel his warm breath brushing against my face.

He said in a low, angry voice, his jaw clenched, “Don’t try to play with me and stay away from me. Otherwise, you’ll only regret your decisions.”

He released me abruptly, his voice cold as he added, “I don’t want to continue this argument. Go and rest. Tomorrow, there’s a lot to be done.”

Then he left the room, slamming the door behind him with a loud thud.

“Aahhhh!” I screamed in frustration. “Who does he think he is? I won’t go anywhere! It’s my decision and he can’t force me!”

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