There grand wedding hall fill with happiness... Lovely family members busy doing there's works ... Guest talking all everyone Geeting each other....

Then there's come a full speed car breking every... Then lots of guard and man comes with guns and danger in there eyes... There in mandap pandit and the groom stand up seeing this everyone attention shift...to them .... Ishika chacha ji come with his son what is this ... Why u guys coming her don't u see ... Ye sadi ghar h ....

Then black car door opened and guard holding car get...then a leg step out in the whole body come in version everyone agasped there standing indians most wanted danger mafia a business man a gangster a villain... veeransh shinghania standing there's.. Silence wrap around the hall ...no one said a word then her chacha ji said u .... What u doing here ....his he's old rival's...

Veeransh's piercing gaze never wavers as he strides towards Ishika, his men parting the crowd like a dark tide. His chacha's son, Ishika's older brother, Rohan, attempts to intervene, but Veeransh's men swiftly restrain him, holding him back.

Veeransh's laughter is low and menacing as he says, "You think you can stop me?" His eyes seem to challenge the entire hall, daring anyone to try. "Who here has the dare to stop me?" he growls, his voice sending shivers down the spines of the guests. "Come, I want to see."

His gaze sweeps the hall, and the guests shrink back, fear etched on their faces. His eyes land on the groom, Arnab, who's shaking with fear. Veeransh's smile widens, and he says with a mocking tone, "Oh, the not-to-be groom. Don't you want to save your... not-to-be wife?" He chuckles, the sound sending a chill down Ishika's spine.

The hall falls silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the guests. Veeransh's sharp eyes turn to Arnab, who's caking with fear. "Arnab, the groom, says... please sir, leave me... I don't want to marry her..."

The hall erupts into gasps, with guests whispering to each other in shock. Ishika's face goes pale, her eyes wide with disbelief. "What... what is he saying?" she stammers, her voice barely audible.

Ishika takes a step forward, her eyes fixed on Arnab, her voice trembling with hurt and anger. "Arnab... but... why?" she whispers, her words lost in the commotion.

Veeransh's eyes glint with amusement as he watches the drama unfold. He's clearly enjoying the chaos he's created. "Ah, it seems the groom has found his voice," he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

The hall is in an uproar, with Ishika's family trying to rush to her side, while Veeransh's men hold them back. The situation is spiraling out of control, and it's clear that Veeransh has no intention of backing down.

Veeransh's cold, calculating gaze never wavers as he strides towards Ishika, his men parting the crowd like a dark tide. He reaches her side, his fingers closing around her wrist like a vice, and says, "Let's go, Mrs. Veeransh Singhania."

Ishika's face is a mask of hurt and anger, her eyes flashing with a mix of emotions. She's humiliated, her heart shattered into a million pieces. The man she was supposed to marry, the love of her life, has just rejected her in the most public way possible. And now, a gangster, a monster, is swooping in to claim her. The thought sends a wave of revulsion through her body.

Her family is in an uproar, her mother crying, he chcha shouting, "Leave her, Veeransh! Don't do this! Don't make her life hell!" Her brother, Rohan, tries to intervene, but Veeransh's men hold him back.

Ishika's chacha, his voice shaking with rage, steps forward, "Veeransh, have you no decency? She's not some object to be taken by force!"

Veeransh's gaze doesn't flicker, but his irritation is palpable. He raises his hand, and his men move to restrain Ishika's family further. "Chup," he growls, his voice like a whip. "Ak ad chup. Ja ta ye sadi nh ho jati kisi ke muh se aaahh bhi nh niklni chahiye."

Ishika tries to pull her hand away, her voice rising in panic. "Leave my hand! I'm not marrying you! You'll... you'll pay for this!"

Veeransh's smile is a cold, cruel curve. "You'll come, because you don't want anyone to die here. Right, Ishika?"

But he adds, his voice dripping with menace, "But I can't promise your not-to-be groom will be safe."

Arnab, the groom, stands frozen in the corner, his eyes wide with fear. "B-but why... I said I don't want..."

Ishika's gaze lands on him, and she's on him like a fury. "Shut up! I never thought you were that much of a coward... I swear, if you ever come near me again, I'll kill you, Arnab."

Her brother, Rohan, shouts, "Ishu, don't marry him! Please!"

Veeransh's eyes flash with irritation. "Oh, so you don't want to live?"

He signals to his men, and Ishika's eyes widen in horror. "Noooo... don't do anything to my family! Leave them!"

Veeransh's voice is a cold whisper. "I will, if you come with me quietly."

His men move, and there's a deafening bang. Ishika screams, her eyes fixed on Arnab, who's now lying on the floor, clutching his leg, tears streaming down his face.

Veeransh's grip on her wrist doesn't falter. "Let's go," he says, and Ishika feels herself moving, a numb, hollow feeling spreading through her chest.

The pandit starts chanting, the marriage rituals proceeding with macabre haste. Ishika's world narrows to a single, crushing thought: she's being forced to marry the devil himself.

Her chacha's voice is a broken whisper, "Veeransh, may God have mercy on your soul..."

But Veeransh just smiles, his eyes fixed on Ishika, as he seals their fate with a cold, calculated ring on her finger.

The crowd watches in horror as Veeransh Singhania claims Ishika as his own,

Veeransh's eyes gleam with triumph as he watches Ishika's family forced to perform the Kanya Daan, the sacred ritual that seals her fate. Her chacha's voice cracks with emotion as he says, "As we give you this daughter, may you protect her, love her, and cherish her..."

The words are a cruel mockery, and Ishika's eyes remain dull, lifeless, as if she's already resigned to her fate. Veeransh's grip on her wrist doesn't falter, his fingers a constant reminder of the power he wields over her.

As the pandit calls for the Ferra, Ishika remains motionless, her feet rooted to the spot. Veeransh's smile widens, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. He bends, his strong arm wrapping around her waist, and lifts her off the ground.

Ishika's eyes flutter, a spark of panic igniting within her, as Veeransh completes the Ferra, the sacred circles around the fire. The crowd watches, transfixed, as the ritual is completed, the marriage sealed.

Veeransh's voice is low, husky, as he whispers in her ear, "You're mine now, Ishika. Forever."

The words send a shiver down her spine, but Ishika's expression remains frozen, her eyes vacant. Veeransh's grip on her tightens, his fingers digging into her skin, as he leads her away from the mandap.

Her family erupts into wretched sobs, her chachi collapsing to the ground, her brother and chacha shouting, their eyes blazing with rage and helplessness. "Ishika! Ishika, don't go! Don't leave us!"

But Veeransh doesn't flinch, his eyes fixed on the car, his prize waiting patiently. He bundles Ishika into the backseat, his men closing in around them, a human shield against the world.

As the car door slams shut, Ishika's gaze drifts out the window, her eyes locking with her family's, the anguish and despair etched on their faces seared into her memory.

Veeransh's voice is a cold whisper, "Don't worry, Ishika. You'll get used to it."

The car speeds away, leaving behind the shattered remains of Ishika's life, her dreams, and her freedom.