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For one moment, everything changed. The city's biggest mansion looked like a palace, filled with music and wedding celebrations. But by morning, everything was dark. Arjun Rathore was dead in an accident. My wedding was only fifteen minutes away. Dressed in a red lehenga with gold zari, emeralds and diamonds, I was admiring myself in the mirror when the news shattered everything. Then came another shock. Arjun's younger brother, Vikram Rathore, became the replacement groom. The cruelest part? He was two years younger than me. I had no strength to fight. I became Vikram's wife and moved into his family home, but never into his life. He never spoke to me, and I never expected him to. If Arjun had lived, Vikram would never have married me. The guilt consumed me. His family treated me kindly, but I stayed inside my room, avoiding everyone. One day, Vijayraj Rathore handed me a file. “Vikram forgot this. Take it to his office. It'll be good for you to get some fresh air.” I froze at his name. I still hadn't properly seen Vikram's face. At his office, I heard people whispering about our age difference. Humiliated, I gave the file to the receptionist and left. Days later, his father sent me with another file. I expected the same humiliation. But the moment I stepped out of my car, Vikram was standing there. He had seen my car on CCTV and rushed outside. Yet, seeing me, he suddenly stopped and acted casual. The entire office had witnessed it. I knew nothing. I silently handed him the file. He took it without a word. I turned to leave. “Wait.” I stopped and looked back. For the first time, I truly saw Vikram Rathore. He was breathtakingly handsome, muscular, and carried a powerful royal aura. For a moment, I forgot myself. “What?” I asked.