The grand wedding venue in Delhi was alive with activity. Workers rushed to perfect every detail-garlands of flowers, golden lanterns, and shimmering chandeliers, all for the impending celebration.
But amidst the organized chaos, one figure stood out. A woman, every inch the queen of her own world, strode into the venue with an air of confidence that parted the crowd like the sea.

Anaya Varman, 23, lawyer by profession, walked in, wearing a breathtaking black lehenga that flowed around her like liquid midnight
Her long hair, styled elegantly, cascaded down her back, and the heavy jhumkas swayed with her movements.

On the phone, she spoke with cold authority.

"Listen, Raghav, if you think I'm going to take that case after you've called me again, you're mistaken... I’m not taking it. I’ve already made up my mind. This case is way beyond my scope, and I’m not about to dive into something I know I can’t win. No more convincing, no more back-and-forth. It's a hard no." Her voice was calm yet razor-sharp.

She paused, listening to the response, then smirked. "Exactly. I’m done entertaining this. I don’t care how many times you call—I’m not taking the case. There’s no compromise here. The answer is no, and that’s final."

She ended the call with a click and slipped the phone into her purse with a defiant look, scanning the room.

Anaya scanned the bustling venue, as she searched for one person. The bride's room.
Spotting a nearby staff member, she walked over, and asked, "Where's the bride's room?"

The staff member pointed toward a door at the far end of the hall. "Right there, ma'am."

"Thanks!" Anaya nodded and started toward the door. But before she could take another step, the sharp sound of gunshots rang out, echoed through the venue.

She froze. Her eyes darted around, searching for the source, only to see a group of dark figures emerging from the shadows, guns in hand.

"Everyone out, except the bride and groom's family." One of the men barked. The others followed his lead, pointing their weapons at the guests who had gathered in the hall.

In just a few moments, all the guests had left, and only the trembling families of the bride and groom remained.

Anaya didn't move. She couldn't.
She was in the dark corridor so any one can barely see her.

Near the mandap, a completely different drama was unfolding.

The bride's father, shouting in anger, approached one of the men and snapped, "Who are you all, and what kind of disrespect is this?"

Just then, the groom stepped forward, shouting even louder, "Wait, Dad! I'll call the police right now! Don't know where these guys came from."

As soon as he moved to make the call, the man standing in front of him swiftly grabbed the phone from his hand, shoved him down onto the ground, and bang, bang, bang-gunshots echoed as he set the phone on fire.

Everyone froze in shock.

The man, who had just taken the phone from the groom, smiled dangerously and said in a chilling tone, "What will you do by calling the police, huh? Even they'll be licking our boots when they get here."

"Who the hell are you people, and what nonsense is this?" The bride's mother screamed.

The man's smile widened as he stepped closer to the bride's father, saying, "Well, Mr. Mehra, how are you? Things must be bad, right? But you're the one responsible for all this. I told you to take back your complaint, but no-your honesty got the best of you, so now deal with it."

As soon as he spoke those words, and especially 'complaint', the bride's father's face drained of color. He knew exactly who these men were, and trembling, he barely managed to say, "Guru?"

Before he could say anything else, the sky above seemed to crack open, and thunder rumbled.

The sound of thunder was so loud that for a moment, everyone froze, as if the very air around them had turned heavy. Just then, a voice, deep and menacing, rumbled in their ears...

"You nailed it, sir."

That voice sent chills down everyone's spine. As they turned toward the source of the sound, they saw the crowd slowly parted, revealing a 'Thar' standing in the distance, with a man sitting atop it. His hair was slightly tousled on his forehead, a light beard graced his face, and his eyes were lowered. Wearing a black crisp shirt, with jeans. One leg was bent, and the other hung loosely, giving off a casual yet commanding air.

Then, with a sudden jolt, he lifted his gaze.

The moment his eyes met theirs, it felt like time stood still. dangerously slow smile crept across his face as he said, "Darr gaye Janaab?" (Scared?)

With that, he stood up, and to everyone's shock, it was none other than Guru.

Guru walked up to the bride and his gaze was coldly fixed on Mr. Mehera.

"I don't have time to waste, so let's cut to the chase... Take back the complaint and..."

He shifted his focus to the bride, "And, get this wedding back on track."

The groom's face twisted in fury as he stormed toward Guru. Without a second thought, he grabbed Guru by the collar, yanking him close.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You've got no idea who you're messing with, you bastard."

Before anyone could react, the deafening sound of a gunshot tore through the tense air. The crowd gasped in unison, frozen in shock.

And suddenly... The groom's body went limp and his grip on Guru's collar loosened as he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Everyone went terrified.

"As I said," Guru murmured, "I don't waste time."

Yes! Guru shot the grrom, thankfully in his thigh. Groom's parents hurried near him and cried out meanwhile Guru shot a thunderous look to Mr. Mehera who was equally shocked, and he growled, "If you don't want your precious daughter to end up a widow before the damn wedding even happens, pull back that complaint. Otherwise, there won't be a wedding-just a massacre."

As soon as he finished his words... Slap

The sound of the slap echoed through the room. It landed on Guru's face.
And who did it? Anaya.

A chilling silence fell over the room.

Guru's head tilted slightly, and in an instant, his men aimed their guns at Anaya.
But... Without even looking at her, Guru raised his hand, signaling them to lower their weapons.

Then, he lifted his face and looked at the stunning fury in front of him-Anaya, whose eyes were burning with rage.
Breathing heavily, her voice low and stern, "How fcking dare you?"

The bride's family, including Mr. Mehera, panicked. They started telling Anaya to leave, urging her to go inside.

"Anaya, go inside, we're talking here. Just go."

But Anaya didn't budge. She stood there, challenging Guru with her eyes.
And Guru? What was in his eyes? No one knew. But one thing was clear-destruction was coming and things were about to get ugly.

One of Guru's men stepped forward and sneered, "Guru, why are you quiet? Order us we'll burn this bitchh alive."

The moment those words left his mouth, Guru spun around and slapped his man hard. The sound was like a whip cracking. Everyone was stunned by his reaction, but Guru's face twisted into an eerie smile. He placed a finger to his lips, turned his head, and whispered, "Shhh."

Everyone froze. Fear was palpable in the air.

Then, Guru's smile grew more dangerous as he slowly turned back to Anaya, his eyes running over her like she was prey. Leaning in closer, he murmured, "Bad move."

Before anyone could comprehend what was happening, Guru swiftly picked Anaya up and tossed her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He carried her to the mandap, sitting her down forcefully.

The bride's family freaked out and rushed to help, but Guru's men aimed their guns at them, stopping them in their tracks.
Anaya struggled to break free, but Guru, with a cold look, turned to the pandit and ordered, "Mantra shuru kar pandit."

"What?" Anaya stiffened and screamed, "Let go of me! If you think that gun's gonna intimidate me, you're dead wrong. I'll use it to send you straight to hell."

But Before she could even process what happened, Guru swiftly pulled out his gun from his waist and, in one motion, shot the groom in the other leg.

Chaos erupted around them. Anaya stood frozen, then Guru, watching the fire burning at the mandap, tightened his grip and snapped, "Maine kaha, mantra shuru kar Pandit."

The priest trembled. He quickly began chanting the mantras. Meanwhile, Anaya's world had turned upside down.

Then came the dreaded words, "Now, take the Phera and then fill her forehead with sindoor."

Guru wasted no time. He swung Anaya over his shoulder. She screamed, pounding on his back. Her bangles broke as she hit him, but he didn't care.

As they completed the Phera, Guru leaned down, took the sindoor in his fist, and, looking into her teary-furious eyes, he said, "That slap just made you my wife."

With that... In one brutal motion, he filled her hairline with sindoor, sealing her fate in the most explosive way possible.

Her life was no longer her own-it was his.