Here's the first chapter of vows of unwanted destiny.

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Author's pov

The ancient ghats of Varanasi were glowing under the golden light of evening as preparations for the grand press conference unfolded near the banks of the Ganga.

The air was heavy with the fragrance of incense, marigolds, and burning camphor intertwining with devotion, creating a peaceful ambiance but that peace was not silent. It was blending with the endless chaos surrounding the Rajvansh family.

The serenity of evening was breaking ruthlessly by media vans lined the narrow streets leading to the ghat, reporters adjusting microphones while camera flashes lit up the stone steps repeatedly.

Security personnel stood at every entrance, their sharp eyes scanning the swelling crowd of politicians, businessmen, party
workers, and curious locals.

Usually this place of utter devotion is flooded with devotees, people who crave for divine presence and their sacred blessings.

But today, the crowd gathered for more than just the Aarti.

Because

The Rajvansh family had chosen the holiest city of the state for the announcement deliberately. A place where faith, power, and public emotion intertwined perfectly, making it easy to manipulate minds.

Some people have come dressed in disguises, to keep an eye on every move of devraj rajvansh….A powerful name among politicians, the only person everyone is afraid of messing up with.

Whispers spread rapidly through the crowd.

“She’s really coming today?”

“No one has seen her properly till now…”

“They say even the media never got a clear picture”

The murmurs of people started swirling through the quiet yet chaotic evening as the anticipated event was coming closer.

For twenty four years, the only daughter of the Rajvansh family remained nothing more than a mystery hidden behind layers of security and silence. People knew of her existence, but never saw her face properly.

There were rumours circulating about her now and then whenever any media covers even a glimpse of her,

And now, the entire city waited for the moment she would finally step into public view.

But this was not the case for rajvansh family, panic surge through the guards watching the face of their boss,

Devraj rubbed his temple in irritation when he heard about the delay in the flight of her daughter, he instructed his men to stretch the event for some more time to cover up the unnecessary delay.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, amaira rajvansh waited infront of the airport for someone to pick up but she sighed irritatingly, finding no one.

“aapne papa ko btaya tha hum 4 baje tak pahuch jaayenge?” She turned to her bodyguard, Siddharth.

[Did you tell Papa we would reach by 4 o'clock?]

He straightened his posture before nodding his head politely, “yes mam, i had informed boss about your early arrival!” he said keeping his hand behind his back professionally

She called her father but his line went busy, an exhausted groan escaped her lips as she tried another number but all her efforts went in vain after not getting an answer from the other side.

“Book a cab!” She said handing her phone to him, he nodded and started his assigned work.

She walked outside, her hands finding their way in her pocket as she roamed around freely, wasting her time till the cab arrived.

Her lips curved in a smile watching some children playing in the nearby garden, she walked slowly towards them when she heard a faint sound of a girl shouting.

She followed the sound and found a girl in her teens trapped by 2 men, her body was shivering as she pleaded with her trembling lips to let her free.

Amaira thought for a second about the consequences if she jumped in right away, the two well built men against her petite  figure doesn't sound promising to her but her morals didn't let her turn away.

She looked around in search of her bodyguard but maybe she had wandered out of his sight, her hands went inside her pocket to find her phone when she realised it was with him only.

Sighing at her fate, she decides to interrupt, bracing herself for  consequences.

“What's happening here?” She said walking towards them,

The girl looked at her hopefully, her struggles which had died a second ago again started with a newfound force.

“Dekh ek or gulaab ki Kali aa gayi” the man said who was holding the girl's hand

[Look at that, another beauty just walked in]

“ye kali nhi pura ka pura gulaab hai!” another man said, licking his lips, eyeing her up and down.

[She's even more beautiful!]

A disgust ran to her spine, her blood boiled catching their intention, she exhaled controlling the rage bubbling inside her before waking to the girl.

“Are you okay?” She asked, holding her hand, the girl looked at her with tear filled eyes, her eyes were full of fear.

But before the girl could say anything the man interrupted with a cheeky smile, “arre humse bhi thoda baat kar lijiye” he said, licking his lips

[Hey beautiful, why don't you talk to us for a second?]

“Ha inn madam se baat karne chale toh ye rone lagi” he added with a mocking laugh

[Oh look, we just tried talking to this madam here and she started crying]

Amaira gritted her teeth before forcing a smile, “ha kyu nahi aapse toh acche se baat karni padegi!” she said, taking out a small cutter before passing it to the girl whose hands trembled.

[Oh why not? A person like you deserves a very special kind of chat]

Amaira gave her a reassuring smile before walking to the side, she noticed the flag of her father's party on their bike, an unamused scoff left her lips at their audacity, they are working under a party which works for the welfare of women and yet harassing the very same kind using their power.

“What's your name?” She asked crossing her arms, already deciding to take strict action against them

They laughed looking at each other , “thoda paas aayiye phir btate hai!” one of them held her hand making her fist clench

[Come a bit closer, then I’ll tell you!]

She jerked her hand out from his hold before punching right on his jaw,

Her leg lifted in action hitting his genitals before he could compose himself,

“Mard ko bhi dard hota hai bss kaha maarna hai ye pta hona chahiye!” She winked at the girl who clutched the cutter in her hand.

[Even men feel pain. You just have to know exactly where to hit!]

The two men clutched their parts, experiencing the greatest pain of their life. Her bodyguard came there before they could manage to stand,

His well built body came into view covered in black crisped suit as he called her “mam!” He ran to her, checking her for any injury

She extended her hand, “hanky!” she said shortly, already tired from chaos

He handed her the handkerchief when his eyes went on two guys trying to survive the pain of their life most likely given by his boss.

He has encountered events like this many times and even covered something far more severe than this.

He looked around for any camera or eyes who might have witnessed this scene in action, but he doubts If that's possible given this secluded area.

Amaira wiped the place with a handkerchief where the filthy hands had made contact, “dig everything about them!” she ordered earning a nod from him

She turned to the frightened girl with a smile, “are you okay now?” She asked softly,

The girl nodded holding out the cutter amaira has given her, “thankyou” she expressed her gratitude with a small smile 

“isse tum hi rakho!” Amaira said, pushing the cutter towards her.

[Keep this!]

“Always remember, this world is not a safe place to roam freely…” she said holding her hand “especially, not for girls!” she added with a vulnerable smile

“It's a battlefield where we have to fight each day for our dignity, so keep it!” she closed the cutter in her fist.

“Mam, boss ka phone aaya tha! He's sending his men to pick us” he informed her

She nodded, turning to the side, squeezing the girl's hand one last time she went from there.

“Bada hi filmy swaagat hua hai humara!” she chuckled shaking her head,

[Well, that was a highly dramatic welcome!]

“Mam, you should not wander like this again” her bodyguard said cautiously, “nahi toh meri jon khatre me aa jaayegi!!” he pleaded making her laugh playfully

[Otherwise, my job will be in danger]

“Don't worry, aapko job se humare alawa koi nhi nikal skta!” she assured him, soon a car pulled infront of her leading her to rajvansh niwas….her home.

[Don't worry, nobody can fire you except me!]

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“Dadiiiii!” Amaira chirped as the car stopped in front of the mansion.

She stepped out quickly and threw herself into her grandmother’s arms, hugging her tightly after two whole years.

“Kitni patli ho gayi hai… khana nahi milta tha kya wahan?” her grandmother, Sumitra, complained while cupping her cheeks lovingly.

[Look how thin you've become! Were they starving you over there?]

Amaira scoffed dramatically and gestured towards herself proudly. “Isse zero figure kehte hain, dadi. Aap nahi samjhoge!” she flipped her hair dramatically, making the older woman laugh softly.

[It’s called a zero figure, Dadi. You wouldn’t understand!]

“Amaira” Her father’s stern voice interrupted the moment.

She immediately turned towards him with a small smile. “Ji, papa?”

“Go and change. We’re heading to the ghat soon. It’s almost time for the conference” he informed her, his tone was stern yet calm

She nodded obediently before heading upstairs towards her room.

A while later, Amaira stepped out wearing a deep red anarkali suit adorned with delicate silver embroidery. She paired it with oxidized silver earrings and kept her makeup light, perfectly suited for the evening event.

The moment she entered the living room, several eyes instinctively turned towards her.
“Maa…” she walked towards her mother and hugged her dramatically.

Tripti, her mother, twisted her ear lightly the very next second after hearing about the earlier incident from Amaira’s bodyguard.

“Tujhse bina nautanki kiye raha nahi jaata kya?” she scolded mockingly.

“Aree maate, kshama kar dijiye” Amaira apologized dramatically, not looking guilty even in the slightest.

[Forgive me, Your Highness!]

Tripti shook her head helplessly while the others chuckled at her antics.

“let’s go” devraj rajvansh ordered firmly, shifting the atmosphere instantly.

Everyone nodded and within moments, the family moved outside where a convoy of black luxury cars already waited for them. Their windows were heavily tinted, preventing even the slightest glimpse inside.

Bodyguards surrounded the family from every direction, communicating discreetly through earpieces while scanning the area sharply.
As Amaira settled beside the window inside the car, her eyes drifted towards the window but sighed, not able to see the view outside clearly.

“aapne hume phle inform kyu nhi kiya aapki flight prepone ho gayi thi?” devraj asked calmly but his voice had a stern edge.

[Why didn't you inform me sooner that your flight got preponed?]

Amaira looked at him and confusingly, “humne inform kiya tha!” She defend herself

[I did inform you!]

Devraj’s eyebrows knitted together in a frown, remembering the news quite opposite but then his eyes turned stern connecting the dots

“Did something happen on the way?” He asked seriously, amaira shook her head

“Nahi kuch khaas nhi, koi problem hai kya papa?” She asked, noticing the change in his expressions.

[Nothing much, is there a problem, papa?]

“It could be the opposition” he stated calmly, “they must be plotting something so they could eliminate me using you!” he added,

“Don't worry papa, aisa kuch hua toh nahi pr agr kuch hua bhi toh I can handle it myself!” she assured confidently,

[Don't worry papa, nothing like that actually happened. But even if something did, I can handle it myself!]

“But papa, aap hume ab kyu sabke saamne laa rahe hai?” She asked, not getting sudden revelation, “didn’t you say it'll compromise my security isliye humne kabhi koi event bhi attend nhi kiya toh ab kyu?” she added suspiciously,

[But papa, why are you bringing me out in front of everyone now? Didn't you say it would compromise my security? I never attended a single event because of that, so why the sudden change?]

She knows her father doesn't make reckless decisions especially not the one which could harm his reputation, and revealing her to the world means giving his enemies a weakness, because it's a known fact that devraj rajvansh cherishes his daughter very much.

“You'll know soon!” he said before looking at her.

Amaira looked outside, a doubt crept in her chest at her father's words, she was already suspicious when he informed about this revelation.

She had been kept in tight security since childhood, what began as protection turned into a cage she couldn't escape and when the walls of this cage were going to set her free she couldn't help but question the motive behind it.

She was in her thoughts that she didn't notice when the cars finally came to a halt near the entrance of the ghat. The moment the doors opened, the sheer volume of the crowd hit them..

Her confidence waver for a second in the sudden flashes before she masked it with a small smile,

Bodyguards stepped in action, making way for them to went to the vip area,

Siddharth moved swiftly, taking his position right behind Amaira, his sharp eyes cutting through the crowd.

Soon they were guided into the VIP enclosure, a section elevated slightly above the main ghat.

Dozens of microphones bearing the logos of major news channels were clustered on a grand wooden podium. Camera flashes went off in a blinding, casting sharp shadows.

Devraj Rajvansh moved with the practiced grace of a politician. His presence was casting an aura impossible to ignore. As he took his seat at the center of the panel, Tripti and Sumitra settled into the reserved chairs just behind him.

Amaira, however, was directed to a chair right beside her father. The placement was deliberate.

A loud murmur rippled through the crowd of journalists. Notebooks were flipped open, and lenses zoomed in on her face.

Amaira drew a subtle, deep breath, flashing a practiced smile looking in the cameras meant for her, tonight.

The head of Devraj's PR team stepped up to the microphone. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen of the press. Thank you for gathering at such short notice. Chief Minister Devraj Rajvansh will now address the media regarding the upcoming structural reforms, followed by a major personal announcement" his voice calm and practiced as he left the centre for Devraj to take on.

Devraj leaned forward, adjusting the microphone. His voice boomed across the ghat, clear and authoritative, as he spent the first ten minutes seamlessly addressing policy changes, smoothly deflecting the underlying tension in the air.

"And now, before we drown in the sea of questions.." his tone dropping to a deeper, more intimate note.

He turned his head slightly, looking directly at Amaira. "For twenty four years, I have kept my family, specifically my daughter, Amaira, away from the political spotlight. In this line of work, a leader's family is often treated as a target. My silence was her shield"

The journalists note down his every word like a headline for tomorrow's breaking news.

"But a shield can also become a cage" Devraj continued, his eyes locking onto a specific camera lens in the center row, a message meant for his rivals. "The opposition believes that by keeping my daughter hidden, I have created a vulnerability. They believe she is a weakness they can exploit. Today, I am here to correct that misconception"

He said, extending his hand toward Amaira. Following his lead, Amaira stood up, placing her hand in his.

"Amaira has completed her education abroad, specializing in international relations and public policy" Devraj announced proudly,

"She is no longer just my daughter. Starting today, she is stepping into the public eye as the head of the Rajvansh Youth Foundation, and will be actively campaigning by my side for the upcoming elections" he announced, surprising everyone but most shocked was Amaira herself.

The cameras started clicking their pictures, questions roared through microphones,

"Sir, is this her official entry into politics?”

"Miss Rajvansh, how do you respond to allegations that this is dynastic politics?"

The reporter's eyes scanned her skeptically, their minds judging her. Questioning her compatibility registering her young age.

The questionable eyes didn't go unnoticed by her, she looked at her father who nodded at her,

He stepped aside giving her the centre, “good evening everyone, thankyou for attending this event” she addressed them softly but her confidence unwavering. Feeling the heavy weight of her father's reputation on her shoulders.

“I know you all must have many doubts regarding me entrusted with this huge responsibility, many of you must be thinking that this is just dynastic politics but as you all know my father has devoted his life for the welfare of people and I intend to do exactly the same. I am not here to to claim a title….I am here to earn it” Her tone was smooth as she continued

“I'm here to gain your trust as an individual, I may lack political experience but I do have a vision….” She began but her speech wavered noticing the lack of attention of reporters, they opened their phone and looked at her suspiciously,

Devraj eyes scanned the crowd, he looked around towards his men to know the reason, they leaned in and showed a video of amaira fighting with two men.

“Mam, what do you want to say about this?” A reporter asked, showing her the video.

“How could we trust a woman who roams around fighting locals?” another question raised making her scoff internally at their hypocrisy

This thing which has been a normal scenario to witness has become a vile crime when it came to her, a name associated with an influenced family.

Amaira stared at the glowing phone screen the reporter was thrusting toward her. On it, was displaying the incident from the morning.

Her father’s expression had turned into a mask of stone, his jaw clenched, while the PR team behind him desperately tapped away on their tablets.

“Yeah, this is true” Amaira’s voice boomed through the microphone, not a single tremor of fear in her tone. She kept her eyes locked on the skeptical reporter. “But do you know the context behind it?”

The crowd fell dead silent, they were expecting a denial or an excuse but this admission from her caught them off guard.

“Let me give you the context that the camera so conveniently chose to edit out” Amaira continued, her tone adopting a sharp edge of absolute authority. She walked a step closer to the podium, leaning into the microphones.

“The video you are holding up as a scandal is from a secluded place near the airport and what those 'local men' were doing was cornering a college student who was just trying to go home . They were pulling at her clothes, hurling vile abuses, and stripping her of her dignity in broad daylight” She paused, letting the weight of her words sink.

The mocking smirks on a few reporters faces began to fade.

“You ask how you can trust a woman who 'fights on the streets?’ I ask you, how can you trust a society that forces women to fight just to exist safely? What you see in that video isn't a clash. It is a symptom of a deeply systemic disease. Oppression against women in our country doesn't always start with extreme violence, it starts right there with everyday entitlement, with the quiet normalization of harassment, and with mocking of women's name in an abuse” her voice trailed off as she looked in the eyes of the people.

She gestured firmly to herself “I am standing here today in a position of immense privilege, backed by security, education, and a powerful family name. Yet, the moment I used physical force to protect a vulnerable girl, my character was questioned, and my capability was put on trial. If a woman with all my resources is interrogated for defending human dignity, imagine the crushing weight of oppression on millions of women who have no voice, no platform, and no power to fight back” She turned her gaze directly toward the camera of the leading national news channel,

“For centuries, our culture has romanticized the resilience of women. We praise them for enduring pain, for suffering silently, and for sacrificing their peace to keep the peace. I am here to tell you that endurance is not a virtue when it is forced upon you. Resilience under oppression is not something to celebrate, it is a tragedy. We have conditioned women to believe that a cage is a shield, as long as the bars are gilded” she raised her voice against the oppression of women behind closed doors.

Some in the crowd glared at her with deep distrust, offended that she was questioning the traditions of their ancestors, while others watched her, visibly impressed by her boldness.

“This is exactly why I am stepping into public life. The Rajvansh Youth Foundation will not just be about charity or handing out text books. We are going to dismantle the structures that view women as liabilities to be protected rather than individuals to be empowered. We are going to shift the narrative from teaching daughters how to behave, to teaching society how to respect” her confidence radiating through her tone.

Devraj looked around the changing expressions of the crowd, he was visibly pleased with amaira's bold perspective and confidence.

“I may not have decades of political experience, gentlemen, but I have the spine to stand up when needed. If rewriting the rules of women's safety makes me a rebel, then I gladly accept the title. Now... Do you have any relevant questions about public policy?” she shifted the questions on her into her opportunity, she smiled noticing the impressed gaze of the public.

The tense environment eased as the reporters asked questions related to her view and projects.

Meanwhile, a pair of eyes tracked her every move. Advait Singh leaned on his chair with a wicked smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth, his gaze fixed intensely on her face. He was thoroughly entertained by her brilliance, watching her flawlessly manipulate the accusation of the press into quiet admiration.

"Amaira Rajvansh..." he mumbled to himself, his tone laced with dark amusement.

"Very interesting!"

Without another word, he turned away leaving his seat, the smirk never leaving his face.

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