The venue was nothing short of a royal dream — chandeliers glistening like stars, floral arrangements delicately framing every corner, and the air heavy with the scent of celebration. It was Pankhuri Sharma Krunal Pandya’s big day, and the entire Sharma and Pandya clans had gathered under one roof for the wedding of the year.

Hardik Pandya, the cricket superstar and billionaire who always had the world at his feet, stood near the mandap, charming relatives and effortlessly being the center of attention — until everything changed.

A sudden shift in the atmosphere.

The massive hall fell into a soft silence. Heads turned. Even the music seemed to lower itself in reverence. And then you entered.

Boots thudding softly against the marble floor. Crisp olive green uniform hugging her tall, athletic frame. No sequins, no shimmer, no kohl-rimmed eyes — just raw, stunning presence. The sister of the bride. The one no one had seen, only heard about. The Army Officer.

Hardik’s eyes widened, his usually cocky grin fading into something softer. He felt like someone had hit pause on his world.

Hardik’s thoughts: “What the hell... who is she? That’s her? Pankhuri’s sister? No way.

As you walked in, greeting the elders with a soft smile and acknowledging curious stares with quiet grace, Hardik couldn't take his eyes off you.