Today, Aarav looked extremely royal in his sherwani and sehra. Sitting proudly on the beautifully decorated horse, he arrived with his baraat, surrounded by music, dancing, and celebration.
From her room, Myra watched everything with excitement and happiness. Her wedding day had finally arrived.
Just then, her phone suddenly rang.
She looked at the screen and was surprised.
It wasn't an ordinary call.
It was from a famous producer.
"Hello, Myra," the producer said.
"I've noticed your interest in modeling. After seeing your potential, I would like to offer you an opportunity to participate in Miss India."
For a moment, Myra was speechless.
Her eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Miss India? That has been my dream since childhood!" she said eagerly. "When do I have to come?"
"You will have to come right now," the producer replied.
"You just need to sign the modeling contract. After that, you can return to your wedding."
Myra hesitated for a moment.
"But today is my wedding…"
"You only need to come for a short time," the producer insisted.
After thinking for a few seconds, Myra agreed.
She quickly called Chahat to her room.
"Chahat, I need your help," Myra said nervously.
"What happened?" Chahat asked.
Myra held her hands and said,
"Please sit as the bride in my place for a little while."
Chahat's eyes widened in shock.
"What?! What are you saying? The baraat has already arrived. The wedding is about to start!"
But Myra kept insisting.
"Chahat, please… this is about my career. Becoming Miss India is my childhood dream. I'll just go, sign the contract, and come back quickly."
Under pressure and confusion, Chahat finally agreed.
She wore the beautiful bridal lehenga and sat in Myra's place with a long veil covering her face.
Meanwhile, Myra covered her face carefully and quietly left the wedding venue.
Soon, it was time for the Jaimala ceremony.
Everyone believed the bride sitting there was Myra.
Aarav walked forward happily and placed the garland around the bride's neck, thinking she was Myra.
But under the veil, Chahat's heart was racing with fear.
Where is Myra? Why hasn't she come back yet? she thought nervously.
The entire crowd was watching.
Under pressure, Chahat also placed the garland around Aarav's neck.
The Jaimala ceremony was completed.
Soon after, Aarav and the bride were taken to the wedding mandap.
The wedding rituals began.
One by one, all the sacred rituals were performed.
Then came the seven pheras around the holy fire.
Chahat's heart kept pounding.
What is happening? How did things reach this point? she thought in shock.
Finally, the last ritual arrived.
Aarav filled the bride's maang with sindoor and tied the mangalsutra around her neck.
With that sacred moment…
Aarav and Chahat were officially married.
Soon after, the bidaai ceremony took place.
Chahat sat silently in the car as she was taken to Aarav's house.
Meanwhile, Aarav's family had already prepared everything for Myra's welcome as the new bride.
But no one knew the truth.
The bride under the veil was not Myra…
It was Chahat.
What will happen when everyone discovers the truth?
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