The palace grew even more bustling with activity as the family of Aryakhand arrived. Aditi watched from a balcony as the grand procession made its way toward the entrance. The horses, adorned with finery, the royal banners fluttering in the wind, and the sound of drums filled the air, marking the significance of this moment. In mere minutes, she would come face to face with her future. Her heart pounded in her chest, but her face remained serene.
In the gardens below, Arjun dismounted his horse, his eyes scanning the palace grounds. The splendor of Haripur was undeniable, but his thoughts were elsewhere—on the woman he was about to meet. The formality of the occasion did little to calm the unease he felt. This was not a battlefield, but it felt just as charged with tension.
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