You had fallen for Prince Narula and now, you were stepping into his home, into his life as his wife. Your heart raced as you stepped into the sindoor water. But the moment your feet touched it, searing pain shot through you. Glass. Tiny, sharp shards dug deep into your flesh. You clenched your lehenga, suppressing a cry, refusing to ruin the moment. Step by step, you walked, leaving behind bloody footprints mixed with sindoor.

Later, in the flower-adorned bedroom, as you sat on the rose-petal-strewn bed, Prince’s sharp eyes caught something amiss. His smile faded. His gaze dropped to the floor—a few drops of blood. He knelt, gently lifting the hem of your lehenga, his expression darkening as he saw your bleeding, wounded feet, shards of glass glistening under the candlelight.

His blood boiled, veins popping on his temples as he clenched his jaw so tightly it hurt. Without a word, Prince stormed out of the room, his footsteps echoing through the grand halls of the mansion. The festive murmurs of the family died down as his furious voice sliced through the air.

"Di! Bahar aao!" His voice was lethal, unforgiving. The crowd turned, confusion and fear flickering in their eyes. His sister emerged, feigning innocence, but the smoldering fire in his eyes told her he already knew.

"You did this," he seethed, his voice barely above a whisper but dripping with pure rage. "How could you stoop this low?" Gasps echoed. His mother tried to intervene,but Prince didn't budge.

"You tried to hurt the woman I love on the very first day of our marriage? What do you think this is—a game?" His voice was razor-sharp, his fury controlled yet dangerously simmering beneath the surface. "I won’t allow even my own blood to come between us."

Prince turned on his heel, rushing back to you, where you sat. He knelt before you again, gently picking out the remaining glass shards, his touch feather-light despite the storm raging inside him.

No one will ever hurt you again. Not while I’m here.