All Chapters of Their Unsparing Destiny : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

The afternoon sun had climbed high over the haveli, making the white marble courtyard shimmer beneath its warmth. The entire mansion had transformed. The decorators were making final adjustments to the floral canopy. Servants hurried with silver trays stacked with sweets and refreshments. The sound of dhol practice echoed from the entrance while photographers moved around capturing candid moments of the family. Tonight Arjun would become a groom. Inside his room the atmosphere was surprisingly calm. Arjun sat comfortably on the sofa near the balcony, dressed only in a white kurta-pajama for the time being. His sherwani still rested elsewhere until it was time to get ready. Across from him, Vishesh leaned back in an armchair with a cup of tea. For the first time that day there was silence. Then Vishesh spoke. "So...You've made up your mind?" Arjun looked at him. "Haan." Arjun sighed quietly. (Translation: Yes.) "Pakka?" Vishesh asked. (Translation: You sure?) "Haan." Arjun mif

Their outfits perfectly complemented one another without trying to steal attention from the bride and groom. Ryker was dressed in a timeless ivory silk kurta paired with matching straight trousers, layered beneath a warm taupe waistcoat adorned with understated silver buttons. The clean tailoring, muted tones, and minimal styling reflected his personality elegant, refined, and effortlessly commanding. A sleek silver watch peeked out from beneath his cuff, the only accessory he wore, proving he never needed extravagance to stand out. Inaayat matched him beautifully in a soft taupe-beige lehenga embellished with delicate floral sequins and fine gold threadwork that shimmered subtly whenever she moved. The broad embroidered border added richness without making the outfit overwhelming. Her sheer dupatta, edged with intricate golden detailing, rested gracefully over her shoulders, while her fresh mehendi and simple gold jewellery completed the look. Holding the folds of her lehenga car

The priest's voice had barely faded. "Vivah sampann hua." A shower of rose petals rained over the newly married couple. The entire venue erupted into applause. Guests stood to congratulate the bride and groom while photographers hurried toward the mandap to capture the first moments of the marriage. Nancy lowered her eyes. It was over. Beside her, Urvashi quietly wiped the corner of one eye before anyone could notice. Inaayat smiled innocently, folding her hands together. Ryker looked at her briefly before returning his attention toward the mandap. Then a familiar voice spoke behind Nancy. "Excuse me." Nancy froze. Urvashi looked up. The color drained from both their faces. Standing beside them was Arjun. He looked exactly the same. The same ivory sherwani. The same calm expression. Except there was no sehra covering his face. Nancy blinked. Once. Twice. Her lips parted. "Arjun?" She whispered to herself. Without saying a word he walked past them. And calmly sat down between Nan

He nodded once. Satisfied. Then his gaze returned to the bed. Inaayat still slept peacefully. He walked closer. Sat down carefully beside her. For a moment he simply watched her. Then leaned down. Very gently he brushed a loose strand of hair away from her forehead. His lips moved close to her ear. "Моя любовь." Barely above a whisper. (Translation: My Love *in Russian*.) "Hmmm..." She hummed softly in her sleep. "I'm going for some important work. I'll be back soon. You'll be safe here." He said gently to her. Her brows relaxed. "Hmm..." She gave another sleepy little hum. Without opening her eyes she unconsciously shifted a little toward the sound of his voice and placed her hand on his thigh as if trying to stop him from going away. A faint smile appeared on Ryker's lips. "So you heard me." His voice was almost inaudible. "I promised. I wouldn't leave without telling you. And I keep my promises." He said. Very gently he pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. And moved h

The haveli had become unusually quiet. The last of the decorations were being taken down by the servants. The echoes of wedding songs had disappeared, replaced by the soft chirping of birds preparing for the evening. It almost felt empty. Urvashi sat alone on the terrace of a carved stone railing. The cool breeze played with the loose strands of her hair. Her back rested on the pillar, staring blankly at the endless fields surrounding the haveli. She wasn't crying. She wasn't smiling either. Her eyes simply looked lost. As though she had left a part of herself somewhere behind. A few minutes later the terrace door creaked open. Raghu walked upstairs carrying a large carton filled with leftover wedding decorations. "Ye bhi yahin rakh dete hain." He muttered to himself. (Translation: Let's put this here too.) He placed the carton inside the small storeroom on the terrace. As he turned his eyes landed on Urvashi. Sitting on the railing completely alone. She hadn't even noticed him.