[Flashback ends]

Jatin’s voice sliced through the silence like a blade.

“You say you don’t love her? Fine. Then tell her. Break her heart yourself, Tahir. At least don’t keep her hanging between truth and illusion. Because the day she finds out the truth... she will shatter.”

He paused, his eyes burning into Tahir’s soul. “And you know that better than anyone, don’t you?”

Tahir’s breath caught.

“But you won’t do that, will you?” Jatin stepped closer, lowering his voice but sharpening his words. “Because deep down, you do love her. You always have. She’s your calm in chaos. The only one who’s ever made Tahir Raisinghania feel... human.”

Tahir looked away, jaw clenched.

“She made you smile again. She gave you back your soul. And now you’re pushing her away for what? Revenge? Ego?” Jatin’s tone trembled with fury. “Don’t lose the one person who made you feel alive again, Tahir. Or you’ll burn in regret for the rest of your life.”

And with that, Jatin turned on his heel and left, slamming the door behind him. The room was heavy with silence. Tahir stood still, staring blankly. But inside, a war was raging.

Diya.

Her name echoed in his mind like a whisper he couldn’t silence. His mind told him to focus on revenge, to stick to the mission. But his heart? It cried for her. For her smile. For her presence. For everything she meant to him.

He loved her.

He knew it. Every inch of his being knew it.

But his heart... was losing the battle to vengeance.

He clenched his fists, fighting the lump rising in his throat, and began to get dressed. Outwardly calm, inwardly a storm. His hands moved automatically—buttoning the sherwani, adjusting the cuffs—but his thoughts were with her. The girl waiting for him... to become his wife.

A strange nervousness clawed at his chest. Not fear. No doubt. Just the heavy realization—today wasn’t just a ritual. It was forever.

---

One hour later…

“Call them now. The Dwar Puja must begin,” Mr. Singh said quietly. “I’ll go,” Mrs. Sharma said, rising with a soft sigh.

One by one, the parents moved out to collect their sons-in-law. Seven weddings. Seven love stories. One storm of fate.

---

[ Trisha’s POV ]

Trisha stared at herself in the mirror, barely recognizing the girl in red and gold. Her reflection smiled... but her eyes glistened with unshed tears.

Was it happiness? Or fear? She didn’t know.

She grabbed her phone with trembling fingers and called Noor.

Noor: “Trishu? What’s wrong?”

Trisha: “Noor, I’m scared... I feel like I can’t breathe.”

Noor: “Trisha... breathe. It’s okay. It’s normal to feel this way before your wedding.”

Trisha (softly): “Why does it feel like I’m leaving everything behind?”

Noor (gently): “Because you are. But you’re also stepping into something new... something beautiful.”

A tear slipped down Trisha’s cheek. “I just want to know he’ll always be there for me.”

Noor: “He will. Vansh would burn the world down before letting anything happen to you.”

Trisha nodded silently, comforted but still fragile.

---

[ In the other part of hotel]

Naira tugged Diya aside, both sneaking out from the crowd of relatives. Naira grinning ly said, “You look like a dream, Mrs. Tahir Raisinghania.”

Diya rolled her eyes on her comment, “You’re no less, Mrs. Jatin Kapoor.” Naira who was playfully now turned all serious, “Diya... are you sure he loves you? Completely?”

Diya’s smile faltered for a moment.

Diya said with hope, “He doesn’t say it... but sometimes, in the way he looks at me... I see it. I feel it. But I don’t know if it’s enough.” Naira reached out and held her hand tightly.

Naira playfully punched in the air while saying, “It has to be. Because if it isn’t, we’ll tear him apart together.” They both burst into a laugh—but beneath the laughter, Diya’s heart tightened with unease.

---

In Tahir’s room… moments before he walks to the mandap. His mother in law entered silently. Mrs. Sharma Look amused as she asked, “Pagdi nahi pehni ab tak?”

Tahir turned, eyes stormy. “Main... nahi aati. Galat pehn gaya toh—” She walked up and held the turban in her hands. “Main hoon na. Let me.” As she gently wrapped the fabric around his head, her voice softened.

Mrs.Sharma observing his nervousness, she stated, “Beta... you know, when I first saw Diya, I thought—this girl will either save you... or destroy you.” Tahir closed his eyes as she tightened the final knot.

Mrs. Sharma said as if she knew what he was thinking, “Don’t let her become your ruin, Tahir. If you love her... fight for her. Even if it means fighting yourself.” He opened his eyes—haunted, lost, but just a little steadier.

He stood up. Tahir whispered “Let’s go.”

---

After a while, the atmosphere around the mandap turned sacred and ceremonial. The moment for the revered Dwar Puja had arrived.

Soon, the grooms’ fathers walked with composed grace towards the mandap to join the rituals. The priest began chanting mantras, the sacred fire crackled gently, and the atmosphere turned deeply spiritual. Time ticked away—an hour and a half of solemn traditions passed in a blur of devotion and anticipation.

Finally, the priest declared with conviction, “Now, call the brides!”

At this announcement, a visible wave of nervousness passed through the grooms standing near the holy fire. Heartbeats quickened. Palms became clammy. Eyes darted toward the entrance. It felt like their stomachs weren’t just filled with butterflies—no, an entire zoo had taken residence inside them.

Mr. Oberoi smiled, “Shall we go, friends? Let’s bring our daughters.” Mr. Chauhan chuckled, “Yes, absolutely. Let’s go!”

With that, the fathers left towards the resort’s dressing rooms where the brides, hidden from view, waited restlessly—heart pounding and eyes scanning the clock.

Some moments later…

The grooms now stood at the mandap, trying to appear composed but clearly struggling to contain their emotions. Their eyes dropped to the floor in nervousness. Then—music began to play.

A soft, melodic tune flowed through the air, one that seemed tailor-made for this divine moment. Cheers erupted. Claps echoed. The entrance turned into a gateway of dreams.

And then…They appeared.

The brides.

Clad in resplendent bridal attire, hand-in-hand with their fathers, they slowly walked towards their soulmates. The world around them faded into a blur. Time stood still. For the grooms, everything else ceased to exist. Their entire universe had just entered the mandap.

Eyes locked.

Hearts raced.

Breaths were forgotten.

Love had never looked more breathtaking.

---

Neil, usually so confident, found himself trembling inside. As the music started, a storm of emotions swirled within him.

Then he looked up—and there she was.

Aarohi.

She looked like a vision, an ethereal beauty walking towards him. His lips involuntarily whispered, “Gorgeous…” His eyes, shamelessly fixed on her, refused to blink. He didn’t even notice he’d stopped breathing.

She looked at him… and blushed.

Aarohi, feeling all eyes on her, whispered inwardly, “Am I looking weird? Like a ghost? No… No, I know I’m beautiful today!” Then, she dared to look at Neil.

He was staring at her—openly, intensely. That look made her cheeks flush deeper. “Oh God, he’s shameless!” she smiled to herself and quickly lowered her gaze.

---

Jay felt like a guilty man awaiting judgment. Nervousness pulsed through him.

Then, he looked up—and the world blurred.

There was only her.

Avani.

His sweetheart, walking toward him like a dream wrapped in red. He could feel his body heating up. “Is this what desire feels like on your wedding day?” he asked himself.

Avani, too, sensed someone was ogling her. When she looked up, there he was—gawking like she was a five-star buffet. His hungry eyes made her shy. “He’s definitely going to eat me alive tonight,” she giggled inside, then lowered her gaze to hide the crimson blooming on her cheeks.

---

Jatin smiled ear-to-ear. This was it. The moment he'd waited for. He knew she’d surprise him—but this?

Naira walked in like a goddess from ancient tales—glowing, divine, wrapped in red. His heart pounded inside his chest like a war drum.

She was his angel.

Naira, however, rolled her eyes inwardly. “I thought I’d surprise him, but this idiot already saw me half-ready!” Still, when she caught him staring like a creep, it made her blush. She looked down and thought, “He’ll tease me for this all night, I know him too well.”

---

He hadn’t seen Rooh in two days, but it felt like two years. As the music played, he looked up—and there she was.

His princess

Every detail—the smile, the dress, the walk—it was perfect. The entire world faded; only Rooh remained. She looked up and smiled.

That smile shattered him.

Rooh, holding her father’s hand, walked with grace. A princess of her father… soon to be the queen of her love. When she caught Siddharth’s awestruck eyes, she couldn’t help but smile—her king awaited her.

---

Harsh was tapping his foot, trying to stay calm. “Act like a king, Harsh,” he told himself. But when she entered, all his composure vanished.

Noor.

His sunshine.

She glowed with elegance and purity. His mouth went dry. His eyes widened. He wanted to jump with joy but stayed still, stunned by the divine beauty she radiated.

Noor, meanwhile, forced a polite smile at the crowd, feeling overwhelmed. But one loving stare calmed her heart. Her gaze met Harsh's, and her lips curled into a real, genuine smile. Only he had that effect on her.

---

A dangerous mafia don by reputation—but today, Vansh was a nervous wreck. Then… he saw her. Trisha walked in like royalty. Her poise. Her aura. Everything about her screamed ‘Queen.’

His queen.

She didn’t have to say a word—her presence alone made him weak. His love for her, his need for her, was written in every beat of his heart.

Trisha, too, felt the gravity of the moment. As she walked closer, her knees trembled under the intensity of Vansh’s gaze. Looking at him was like looking at heaven itself.

---

Unlike the others, Tahir stood in inner conflict. Jatin’s words still echoed in his mind. His heart was a battlefield—confusion, hesitation, longing. But then…The music began. He looked up. And the world came to a halt.

Diya.

His treasure.

She was walking towards him, draped in red like a celestial being. For a moment, he truly believed she was not of this world. His body heated up. His breath hitched. The universe faded—only she remained.

At that moment, Tahir realised what he’d been denying all along. It wasn’t just an attraction. It wasn’t just a connection.

It was love.

He was in love. Deep, irrevocable, soul-shaking love. She looked into his eyes, and her gaze confirmed it. Her eyes were brimming with only one thing—love for him. A wide, spontaneous smile broke across Tahir’s face. The man who never smiled. The man known for his cold, ruthless demeanour. Smiled—for her.

Diya, walking gracefully, met his gaze. And she saw it. The emotion she had yearned for, craved for. ‘Love’.

And when he smiled, she smiled too. Her world felt complete. For her, Tahir wasn’t just her husband—he was her reason to exist. Her breath. Her heartbeat.

Without him, she wouldn’t survive.

Because without Tahir, there was no Diya.

---

And thus, as the brides reached the mandap, the sacred moment stood still in time. Every heartbeat. Every stare. Every unspoken word sealed their eternal bond.

Love was no longer just a feeling. It was alive. Breathing. Glowing—in that mandap, in their smiles, and in the stories their eyes told.

Love be blessed.

Tahir had his eyes stuck on Diya, when he felt a hand on his shoulder as he straight, towards the person who is none other than Diya's dad, “Tahir, I know you'll take care of my daughter as a princess. But as a dad, it's my duty to tell you, please take care of my daughter, never on bad days make her leave in tears! She is my crown, and now I am giving it to you. Never leave her alone!”

As soon as He completed, Tahir found himself drowning in the pool of guilt and regret! Heart thudding in ribcage, and a lumped formed in his throat; words couldn't form and voice was stucked in. But he looked at his bride, DIYA, a sense of relief washed over him, as if looking at her, every problem seemed so small to him and with a gentle smile taking over her hand he said, “Yes, I will, always”

That's it Diya's dad smiles profoundly as he glances over his daughter who is smiling at Tahir. And a wave of assurance washed over him as he knew, his daughter is safe, but is she?

Because her only love will be the reason for her tears!