Mine Yes! : Forced to be yours Mr.Devil

Chapter 50: "The Unspoken Bond"



Hello dear readers! 🌸 Welcome back to another chapter of Mine Yes! Forced to be Yours Mr. Devil. I'm excited to bring you this special chapter that delves into the quieter, yet deeply meaningful moments between Rudra and Anaya. This chapter focuses on the significance of tradition, family bonds, and those subtle, unspoken gestures that bring our couple closer together.

Today's chapter, titled "The Unspoken Bond," showcases an emotional milestone as Anaya embarks on her first temple visit as part of the Singhaniya family. I hope you enjoy the depth of this scene as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Let's dive in! đź’–

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The next morning was a busy one at the Singhaniya mansion. The women of the house—Komal, Rakhi, Ria, Misha, and Anaya—were preparing to visit the family temple, a long-standing tradition that marked significant milestones. Today, it was Anaya's turn to make the visit, a week after her marriage to Rudra. Meanwhile, the men—Rudra, Aarav, Dev, and Ravi—were preparing to head off to work, each of them dressed in their sleek suits, ready for the day ahead.

Anaya descended the stairs in a soft cream-colored saree with intricate golden embroidery. She looked graceful, her hair pulled back in a loose bun, and her minimal jewelry gave her an understated elegance. Her mind was racing with thoughts of the temple visit, the customs, and the family expectations. She had always admired the Singhaniya family's traditions, but now, being part of them felt different.

As Anaya reached the bottom of the stairs, she felt a presence behind her. Turning around, she saw Rudra walking towards her, his sharp eyes focused on her. He was dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, ready for his day at the office, but something in his gaze told her he had something else on his mind.

"Wait," Rudra said in his usual calm but authoritative voice, stopping her in her tracks.

Anaya blinked in confusion, unsure of what he meant. "Is something wrong?" she asked, her voice soft.

Rudra didn't respond immediately. Instead, he walked past her towards the dressing table nearby, where a small box of vermilion was kept. He picked it up and turned back towards Anaya, his expression serious yet unreadable.

She watched him carefully as he walked towards her, feeling the weight of the moment. Just as she was about to ask him what he was doing, he gently took hold of her wrist and guided her towards the nearby sofa. The suddenness of his actions caught her off guard, but his touch was soft, not demanding, as if he was being careful not to make her uncomfortable.

"Sit," he said, his voice firm but not unkind.

Anaya sat down on the sofa, her heart racing a little, unsure of what was happening. She could feel Rudra's intense gaze on her, and though they had shared little in terms of emotional connection so far, there was something different in the air now.

Rudra knelt in front of her, the vermilion in his hand. He dipped his fingers into the red powder, the sacred symbol of a married woman, and without a word, he gently applied it to the parting of Anaya's hair. His touch was light, almost reverent, as though he were performing an ancient ritual.

Anaya's breath hitched slightly. Though this was a simple, traditional gesture, it felt intimate in a way she hadn't expected. The act of applying vermilion was a public declaration of their marriage—a symbol that he acknowledged her as his wife. For a moment, their eyes met, and in that silent exchange, something unspoken passed between them.

"There," Rudra said quietly, his hand lingering for a brief second before he stood up again. He seemed to search her face for a reaction, but Anaya, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden intimacy, simply nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

"Now you're ready," he added, his voice a little softer than usual. He stepped back, giving her space.

Anaya stood up slowly, still processing the moment. Her fingers instinctively reached up to touch the vermilion he had just applied. It was a small thing, but in that moment, it felt like a bridge between them—something that connected them in a way words never could.

Rudra, sensing her emotions but not willing to delve deeper into them, simply nodded towards the door. "The temple visit is important," he said, his tone now more practical, returning to his usual composed self. "If you need anything, Ravi will be around. I'll see you later."

Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing softly down the hall as he made his way out to join the men.

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Downstairs, the rest of the women were already gathered, dressed in modern yet traditional attire that blended both grace and style. Komal wore a rich maroon saree with gold accents, her commanding presence ever noticeable, while Rakhi, in a deep green outfit, was already discussing the temple offerings with one of the house staff. Misha and Ria, more casual but still elegant in their salwar suits, stood by the entrance, excited for the day's outing.

As Anaya joined them, Komal looked her over and smiled approvingly. "You look beautiful, Anaya. Ready for your first temple visit as part of the family?"

Anaya nodded, feeling the weight of responsibility, but also the support of her new family. "Yes, Grandmom."

Ria noticed something different immediately. She exchanged a glance with Misha, nudging her sister subtly. "Did you see that?" she whispered.

Misha nodded, her eyes widening. "The vermilion. Rudra must have done it."

They both giggled softly, their curiosity piqued. "I told you something's changing," Ria murmured. "He's not as distant as he seems."

Anaya caught their whispers but chose to stay silent, feeling a flush rise in her cheeks. It wasn't something she wanted to discuss, especially in front of the whole family. She busied herself with adjusting her saree, trying to avoid their teasing glances.

Komal, always perceptive, noticed the girls' exchange and smiled to herself. "Let's go," she said, leading the way towards the cars waiting to take them to the temple.

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Meanwhile, Rudra, Aarav, Dev, and Ravi gathered in the study for a quick meeting before they left for work. Aarav, ever the playful one, couldn't resist teasing his elder brother.

"So, I saw Anaya with vermilion today," Aarav commented, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. "Did you finally decide to act like a proper husband?"

Rudra shot him a warning look, but Aarav was undeterred.

"Come on, Rudra. It's nice to see you doing something that shows you actually care," Aarav continued. "It's only been a week, but we're all watching."

Ravi, trying to maintain his professionalism, hid a smile behind his hand. Dev, always more reserved, simply glanced between the two brothers with an amused expression.

Rudra's jaw tightened slightly, but instead of snapping back, he simply said, "Let's focus on the business." His tone was calm, but there was a quiet authority in his words that made Aarav drop the subject—at least for now.

As they left the house to head to their respective workplaces, Rudra's mind wandered back to Anaya and the small, private moment they had shared. Though he had said nothing, there was a shift, and he knew that something between them was beginning to change.

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At the temple, the women performed the rituals with reverence, each one offering prayers for the family's prosperity and well-being. Anaya, though new to this tradition, followed along, her mind occasionally drifting back to the moment with Rudra that morning.

Komal, ever wise and understanding, noticed Anaya's thoughtful expression as they exited the temple. She placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "It takes time, dear," she said softly. "But these small moments... they matter."

Anaya looked up at her, surprised by her insight, but smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Grandmom."

As they made their way back home, Anaya felt a quiet sense of belonging beginning to grow within her. The family, with all their quirks and dynamics, was slowly becoming hers. And as for Rudra, she wasn't sure what lay ahead, but something told her that their story had only just begun.

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The journey to the temple was tranquil, but the silence in the car buzzed with unspoken thoughts. Anaya, seated by the window, watched the streets of the city pass by in a blur. She had always found solace in the calm of temples, their quietude providing a sense of peace. But today felt different—today, she was not visiting as just any devotee, but as a daughter-in-law of the Singhaniya family, a role that came with its own expectations.

Beside her, Komal sat regally, her hands folded neatly in her lap. There was an aura of quiet strength around her that Anaya admired. Ria and Misha, who sat across from them, were chatting in low tones, discussing trivial things, but their eyes occasionally darted toward Anaya, clearly wanting to ask about the vermilion Rudra had applied. Anaya felt their curiosity but kept her gaze fixed out of the window, not ready to dive into those conversations yet.

When the car finally pulled up to the grand entrance of the temple, a sense of anticipation filled the air. The Singhaniya family was well-known in the city, and their visits to the temple were always noted by the priests and the other devotees. Today, as they stepped out of the car, several pairs of eyes turned their way, but the family paid no heed. They were used to the attention.

Anaya's eyes scanned the sprawling temple grounds, the ancient stone structure standing tall against the backdrop of the clear sky. The steps leading up to the main entrance were flanked by intricate carvings of gods and goddesses, each one meticulously preserved over the centuries. She had been here once before, but today felt different, as if the weight of her new identity as Rudra's wife altered her perception of everything around her.

Komal led the way up the steps, moving with the grace of someone who had done this a thousand times. Rakhi followed closely, and Anaya, trying to mimic their poise, walked behind them, feeling both reverence and nervousness. Ria and Misha, meanwhile, whispered excitedly as they climbed, clearly happy to be back at the temple, a place that held many fond memories for them.

As they reached the entrance, a priest welcomed them with folded hands. "Welcome, Mrs. Singhaniya," he greeted Komal, his voice reverent. "It is always an honor to have your family here."

Komal smiled warmly. "Thank you, Panditji. We are here to offer our prayers and seek blessings, especially for Anaya, as this is her first visit to the temple after her marriage."

The priest's eyes flickered to Anaya, and he smiled kindly. "Ah, so this is the new daughter-in-law of the Singhaniya family. You are most welcome, my child. May the gods bless your union and bring prosperity to your family."

Anaya felt a flutter in her chest at his words. She smiled back, offering a polite nod.

They proceeded inside the temple, where the air was thick with the scent of incense and the soft murmur of prayers. The walls were adorned with vibrant murals depicting stories from ancient scriptures, and the sound of temple bells echoed through the halls, adding to the sacred atmosphere.

The family moved towards the inner sanctum, where the main deity resided. Anaya followed quietly, her eyes taking in every detail, from the flickering oil lamps to the garlands of marigolds draped over the statues. As they reached the deity, a sense of peace washed over her. She closed her eyes for a moment, offering a silent prayer.

"Anaya," Komal's voice broke the silence. "Come forward, dear."

Anaya opened her eyes and saw Komal beckoning her to stand beside the priest. It was time for the special prayer and blessing for her, marking her entry into the Singhaniya family. She hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of all the eyes on her—Rakhi's proud smile, Ria and Misha's curious glances, and the respectful gaze of the temple priests.

With a deep breath, she stepped forward. The priest handed her a brass plate filled with offerings—flowers, a coconut, and a diya. He gestured for her to present them to the deity.

"Offer this with both hands," he instructed, his voice gentle. "And pray for the well-being of your family, your husband, and your future together."

Anaya did as she was told, lifting the plate carefully and placing it in front of the deity. As she bowed her head in prayer, she felt a mix of emotions—gratitude, hope, and a slight pang of uncertainty. Her marriage to Rudra had been sudden, a union driven by circumstances rather than love. Yet, in the quiet moments of the temple, she found herself praying for their relationship to grow, for them to find understanding and perhaps even affection with time.

After the offerings were made, the priest chanted a series of mantras, his voice rising and falling in a melodic rhythm. Anaya closed her eyes again, letting the sound of the sacred words envelop her. There was something soothing about the ritual, a sense of belonging that she hadn't expected to feel.

When the prayer ended, the priest blessed Anaya with a sprinkle of holy water and tied a red thread around her wrist, a symbol of protection and blessings for her new life as a married woman.

"May your marriage be filled with joy, love, and prosperity," he said with a kind smile. "You are now part of a very blessed family."

Anaya thanked him quietly, touched by his words. As she stepped back to join the rest of the family, Komal reached out and gently patted her shoulder.

"Well done, my dear," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "You handled that beautifully."

Anaya smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. The ceremony had gone smoothly, and she hadn't stumbled or made any mistakes. But more than that, she felt a growing sense of acceptance, not just from the family but from herself as well. Perhaps she could find her place here after all.

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After the main rituals were complete, the family moved to a quieter section of the temple, where they sat together to offer individual prayers. Anaya took a seat beside Ria and Misha, who immediately started whispering again.

"You looked so nervous up there," Ria teased, nudging Anaya playfully. "But you did great!"

Misha nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and you should have seen the way the priest was looking at you—like you were some kind of goddess or something!"

Anaya laughed softly, shaking her head. "I was nervous," she admitted. "But I'm glad it's over."

"Don't worry," Ria said, giving her a reassuring smile. "You'll get used to all this soon enough. The first time is always the hardest."

Anaya appreciated their kindness, but her mind was still lingering on the morning's events, especially the moment with Rudra. It had been such a small thing, applying the vermilion in her hair, but it had felt significant. Did it mean anything? Was he beginning to open up to her, or was it just another duty he felt obligated to perform as her husband?

"Rudra doesn't usually do things like that," Misha said quietly, as if reading Anaya's thoughts. "He's always been... distant, you know? Especially when it comes to emotions."

Anaya looked at her, surprised. "Really?"

Ria nodded. "Yeah. I mean, we love him, of course, but Rudra has always been more... guarded than the rest of us. He doesn't let people in easily."

Anaya frowned slightly, thinking back to the few interactions she'd had with him. He was always composed, always in control, but there was something beneath the surface, something he kept hidden. She wasn't sure if it was pain, fear, or just a natural inclination to keep people at arm's length, but she wanted to understand him better.

"I guess I'll just have to be patient," Anaya said softly, more to herself than to anyone else.

Ria and Misha exchanged a look, but before they could say anything, Rakhi called them over to where she and Komal were sitting.

"Come, girls," Rakhi said with a smile. "It's time for the final blessings."

Anaya stood up, smoothing her saree, and followed them to where the older women were waiting. They gathered around a smaller shrine within the temple, this one dedicated to the goddess Lakshmi, the deity of wealth and prosperity. The priest, who had been overseeing their visit, approached once again, holding a tray with more offerings.

"Each of you will offer these to the goddess," he explained. "And as you do, pray for the prosperity of your family and the success of your endeavors."

Anaya watched as Komal and Rakhi went first, their movements graceful and practiced. Then it was Ria and Misha's turn, and finally, Anaya stepped forward.

As she offered the flowers and lit the diya, she closed her eyes and prayed, not just for her family but for herself as well. She prayed for strength, for patience, and for the courage to navigate her new life. And though she wasn't sure what the future held, she prayed that whatever it was, she would be able to face it with grace.

When the final prayers were done, the family gathered their things and made their way back to the car. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow over the temple grounds.

As they drove back home, the atmosphere in the car was lighter, filled with soft laughter and conversation. Anaya leaned back in her seat, feeling a sense of peace she hadn't felt in days. The temple visit had been more than

##To be continue...**


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