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.✨ Reception – Innaya Meets the Family ✨
After the formal introduction, Innaya stepped forward, her soft smile steady yet warm. She began greeting each member of the extended Rathoure family, moving with poise and grace.
Innaya (smiling, bowing slightly):
"Good evening, I am Innaya Sharma. It's truly a pleasure to meet all of you."
The elders nodded, impressed by her polite tone and natural confidence.
Abhinay (father-in-law of Myra, with a commanding yet approving glance):
"Well spoken, Innaya. Your manners reflect a sharp mind and a kind heart."
Samyukta (warm, with a gentle smile):
"Yes, child. You carry yourself with dignity. That's something rare."
Innaya's eyes moved to each of the boys' mothers and other elder ladies, offering soft greetings. She spoke gently, showing genuine interest in their well-being.
Innaya:
"It's lovely to see everyone gathered. I've heard so much about this family, and I feel truly welcomed."
The Rathoure boys, however, barely managed to hide their frustration. Eshan's jaw tightened every time she smiled at another family member. Zayan's eyes flashed, tracking every polite gesture she made. Aayan crossed his arms, lips pressed into a thin line. Rudra's cold gaze remained fixed, silent but sharp.
Kabir, on the other hand, seemed genuinely enchanted, leaning forward and whispering to Eshan:
"She's... actually so polite and nice. I can see why everyone likes her."
Innaya continued, interacting playfully with the younger members and cousins, her laughter soft yet musical. She complimented the decoration, asked about small family traditions, and shared brief anecdotes from her time in London.
Innaya (to a cousin):
"Oh! So this is the family game room? It's beautiful. In London, we don't have anything like this!"
Guest Cousin (laughing):
"You'll fit right in here, Innaya. You're already making us laugh!"
The boys' jealousy intensified. Every laugh she drew, every compliment she received, became a quiet battlefield in their minds. Eshan muttered under his breath:
"She's... too comfortable. Like she belongs."
Zayan (whispering coldly to Aayan):
"She's charming, she's polite... and yet, she's a threat. Every smile is calculated. Mark my words."
Despite the boys' simmering envy, the elders exchanged approving glances. Abhinay leaned slightly toward Myra:
"She handles herself very well. Smart, graceful... she could be a stabilizing presence in this family."
Innaya ended her tour of introductions with a graceful bow to the entire room.
Innaya:
"Thank you, everyone, for welcoming me so warmly. I hope to know each of you better as time goes on."
A round of polite applause followed, with subtle smiles from most elders. The Rathoure boys, meanwhile, remained tense, their cold glares at her betraying the jealousy brewing just beneath their composed exteriors.
💥 Rathoure Mansion – The Unexpected Incident 💥
The grand halls of Rathoure Mansion had quieted down after the guests had left, leaving only the Malhotra family under the watchful eyes of Abhinay, who had insisted they stay until everything was settled. The atmosphere was tense yet charged, the lingering excitement from the reception replaced by a subtle undercurrent of attention—the Rathoure boys' eyes still flickering toward Innaya with unspoken interest.
Ira, her jealousy simmering like a storm, could not bear the sight of every Rathoure boy whispering, exchanging looks, and subtly showing attention toward Innaya. Her hands trembled with spite, and in a sudden, furious movement, she shoved Innaya toward a tall ornamental vase.
The vase toppled, shattering against the marble floor. Innaya's left hand bore the brunt, glass cutting deep. Blood gushed out, startling everyone in the room.
Eshan, who had been closest, saw the crimson and raced forward, panic flashing in his eyes.
Eshan (shouting):
"Innaya!"
The other boys—Zayan, Aayan, Rudra, Kabir—and Ved sprinted toward her side, their expressions a mix of alarm and disbelief. But what shocked them even more was Innaya herself: her face remained impossibly calm, her pale lips forming a cold, controlled line. Not a wince, not a gasp, nothing betrayed the pain.
Eshan reached to hold her hand instinctively, but Innaya's cold gaze met his, and she withdrew.
Innaya (softly, but firm):
"No... Ved."
Ved, steady and reassuring, gently extended his hand, which she accepted. The tension eased slightly, though the boys could hardly believe her stoicism.
Zayan, always prepared, quickly retrieved the medical kit from the nearby cabinet. Ved applied antiseptic and bandages with careful precision.
Kabir, watching intently, winced at the sting.
Kabir (grimacing):
"Ouch!"
Aayan's brow furrowed, a sharp edge in his voice.
Aayan:
"Why are you saying that? She's barely reacting!"
Kabir shrugged, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips.
Kabir:
"She's not saying anything... that's why it hurts more, I guess."
The application of medicine completed, Innaya withdrew her hand gracefully, her composure unbroken. Without another word, she turned toward her chamber, Ved following silently beside her.
The Rathoure boys remained frozen, shock and a mix of admiration and jealousy painted across their faces. The way Innaya had handled the injury—cold, controlled, unyielding—left them stunned. This was a side of her they had never seen, and it only deepened the mix of frustration, fascination, and protective instinct they felt toward her.
The room, though physically quiet, buzzed with the unspoken acknowledgment that Innaya was no ordinary girl—they had all just witnessed her steel beneath the softness, a strength that both terrified and captivated them...
And thennnnn????
What you all think 🧐
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