The Proposal That No One Wanted

There are some stories that begin with love.

And then there are stories that begin with resistance.

This… was the second kind.

Veer Singh Rudra was not a man who believed in distractions.

At twenty-seven, he had already built a name powerful enough to echo across industries. Known as one of America’s most successful CEOs, Veer lived in a world of precision, control, and ambition. Emotions were secondary. Relationships? Optional.

He lived with his family in a luxurious mansion in America—grand, elegant, and perfectly structured. Much like him.

His father, Mr. Mohit Singh Rudra, carried authority in his voice and decisions. His mother, Mrs. Mohini Rudra, carried drama, warmth, and an unstoppable determination when it came to her children. And then there was Kiara, his younger sister—twenty-one, sharp-tongued, playful, and always ready to tease her brother.

And of course—

Raj Sharma.

His secretary.

His best friend.

And the only person brave enough to annoy him daily.

One morning, the Rudra family living room was unusually serious.

Well—

Almost everyone.

Mrs. Rudra sat comfortably on the couch, casually eating snacks, completely unfazed by the tension in the room.

Mr. Rudra cleared his throat.

“Veer, we need to talk about your marriage.”

Veer didn’t even look up from his phone.

“No.”

Mrs. Rudra gasped dramatically. “At least pretend to think!”

“Veer,” his father warned.

Kiara leaned back, smirking. “Bhai, you’re practically thirty. Even my friends have relationships now.”

“I have a company to run,” Veer replied flatly, “not a love life.”

Raj, standing nearby, couldn’t resist. “Sir, spreadsheets won’t marry you.”

Veer’s eyes lifted slowly.

“Stay in your limits, Secretary Raj Sharma.”

Raj bowed sarcastically. “Yes, CEO who will die single.”

Mrs. Rudra clapped her hands excitedly. “Good news! We already found the perfect girl!”

That finally got Veer’s attention.

“I said no.”

Mr. Rudra’s voice turned firm. “Her father is my best friend. This is final.”

Veer stood up, frustration clear now. “I don’t believe in arranged marriage.”

Mrs. Rudra smiled sweetly. “You don’t believe in love either. So this is your only option.”

Kiara burst into laughter. “Mom won.”

Veer exhaled sharply, clearly losing the argument.

“Who is she?”

Mrs. Rudra’s eyes sparkled. “A doctor… beautiful… kind…”

Raj leaned closer and whispered, “Sounds scary already.”

Mrs. Rudra ignored him. “Her name is Ruhi Singhania.”

Veer shook his head. “I’m not meeting her.”

“YOU ARE MEETING HER!” Mrs. Rudra shouted.

Silence fell.

Veer closed his eyes briefly… then sighed.

“Fine. One meeting. That’s it.”

Raj grinned. “I’ll prepare condolence flowers.”

Veer glanced at him. “For you.”

Miles away—

In Rajasthan, India—

The Singhania house told a completely different story.

It was loud.

Chaotic.

Alive.

Cushions were scattered everywhere, laughter echoed through the halls, and three sisters sat together like a secret plotting committee.

Ruhi Singhania, the eldest, sat calmly sipping coffee. At twenty-four, she was a doctor—composed, intelligent, and dangerously unpredictable when it came to marriage proposals.

Sweeta, the middle sister, a law student, held a makeup kit like it was a weapon.

And Juhi, the youngest, a college student, looked like she lived for chaos.

“I have a surgery tomorrow,” Ruhi said casually.

“And a mission today,” Sweeta replied with an evil smile.

Juhi leaned forward dramatically. “Operation: Scare The Groom.”

Ruhi smirked. “What’s the plan this time?”

“Fake anger issues?” Sweeta suggested.

“Or ghost possession?” Juhi added.

Ruhi tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Last guy ran in five minutes.”

Sweeta grinned. “New record incoming.”

Just then, Mrs. Radhika Singhania walked in—and instantly grew suspicious.

“Why are you three smiling like villains?”

Ruhi looked up innocently. “Maa, we are very innocent.”

Juhi whispered, “Step 1: I’ll cut the power.”

“Step 2: Di will act psycho,” Sweeta added.

“Step 3: He runs away.”

They high-fived.

Perfect plan.

Perfect chaos.

But fate had other plans.

Before the “mission” could even begin—

The groom’s family never showed up.

“They already ran away,” a boy informed at the door. “Neighbors told them your… previous stories.”

Mrs. Singhania sighed in defeat.

Mr. Soham Singhania stepped forward, serious this time. “My friend is coming next week. No jokes this time.”

The sisters exchanged glances.

Challenge accepted.

A week later—

At the airport—

Juhi stood beside her father, scrolling through her phone impatiently.

“Papa, how long? I could’ve finished a whole series by now.”

“They are coming after ten years. Behave properly.”

“I am always proper.”

She wasn’t.

Moments later, she bumped into someone.

Raj.

“Watch it!” she snapped.

“You walked into me,” he replied.

“You were standing in my walking path.”

“That’s not how paths work.”

“Then learn.”

Raj stared at her for a moment.

Impressed.

“Wow…”

“What?”

“Nothing. Just… strong personality.”

“Say attitude. Don’t sugarcoat.”

Before he could reply—

“SOHAM!” Mr. Rudra’s voice echoed.

“RUDRA!” Mr. Singhania replied.

Both men ran toward each other and hugged dramatically like long-lost brothers.

“Ten years! You didn’t age!” one said.

“You got older!” the other replied.

They laughed loudly.

Juhi turned to Raj. “They’re always like this?”

“First time seeing it,” he said, smiling. “But I’m enjoying it.”

“Don’t get used to enjoying things around me,” she smirked.

“Too late.”

Then—

Veer walked in.

Calm.

Serious.

Unbothered.

Juhi noticed him instantly.

“That’s the groom?” she whispered.

“Unfortunately, yes,” Raj replied.

She smirked. “My sister will scare him in two minutes.”

Raj blinked. “What?”

“Nothing,” she said casually. “Let’s see.”

Back at home—

The final preparation began.

Sweeta stood ready with her “weapon.”

“Today… we create history.”

“Just don’t make me look like a clown,” Ruhi warned.

“Trust me.”

That was the mistake.

Minutes later—

Ruhi stared at herself in the mirror.

Dark uneven lipstick.

Overdone eyeliner.

Messy hair.

A disaster.

“WHAT IS THIS?!” she burst out laughing.

“Scary Bride Look 101,” Sweeta declared proudly.

“He’ll run before sitting,” Ruhi said dryly.

At that exact moment—

Mrs. Singhania entered.

And froze.

“RUHI SINGHANIA!!!”

Sweeta slowly hid the brush. “Art?”

“REMOVE THIS. RIGHT NOW.”

Mission failed.

Soon, Ruhi was ready again.

This time—

Simple.

Elegant.

Stunning.

Sweeta stared dramatically. “Doctor sahiba turned heroine.”

Then she smirked. “Jiju will fall in love at first sight… oyee oyee.”

Ruhi slowly turned her head.

And glared.

“Say that again.”

Sweeta immediately stepped back. “I value my life.”

And then—

The doorbell rang.

Silence.

Everyone froze.

Mrs. Singhania whispered, “They’re here.”

Sweeta pushed Ruhi forward. “Remember—plan B.”

Ruhi smiled slightly.

Confident.

Calm.

Dangerous.

“Let’s see how strong this CEO is.”

Because this time—

The groom wasn’t running away so easily.

End of Chapter