The grand resort, adorned with golden lights and floral arrangements, buzzed with excitement as guests began to arrive. The atmosphere was electric, filled with laughter, chatter, and the distant sound of music playing softly in the background. Veer stood in his luxurious suite, gazing at himself in the mirror. The off-white sherwani he wore was elegantly embroidered with gold, accentuating his strong, regal presence. His sharp jawline and dark, intense eyes were framed perfectly by the intricate design of his attire.

Just as he was adjusting his collar, the door creaked open, and his grandfather entered the room. A proud smile spread across Raj Shekhavat’s face as he took in Veer’s appearance. "You are looking handsome, Veer," he said, his voice carrying a tone of admiration.