News of Aryan and Nithya's marriage spread quickly through both families.
Everything happened faster than anyone expected.
Aryan did not believe in long engagements or unnecessary delays. Once he decided something, he completed it immediately.
Within three days, preparations for the wedding were finished.
The mansion was decorated with lights, flowers, and traditional designs. Guests arrived from different cities. Relatives whispered excitedly about the sudden marriage.
Many people were surprised.
Some were jealous.
Others were curious about Aryan—the mysterious businessman from Korea who rarely appeared in public.
Nithya watched everything quietly.
Her aunt was extremely happy.
"This is such a wonderful match," she said again and again. "You will live like a queen."
Nithya smiled politely.
Inside, however, her mind remained calm and calculating.
Marriage did not scare her.
But Aryan still felt like an unsolved mystery.
On the wedding morning, the hall was filled with music and traditional rituals.
Aryan stood near the stage wearing a cream-colored sherwani. Even in traditional clothes, his presence looked powerful and commanding.
People whispered about him.
"Such a young businessman…"
"He owns companies in many countries…"
"Very successful…"
Aryan ignored all the attention.
His eyes occasionally moved through the crowd until they stopped at the entrance.
Nithya had arrived.
She walked slowly into the hall wearing a beautiful red bridal saree. Gold jewelry reflected the lights, and her calm expression made her look even more elegant.
For a moment, the entire hall became silent.
Aryan watched her carefully.
Most brides looked nervous or shy on their wedding day.
Nithya looked composed.
Confident.
Almost like she was attending a business meeting instead of her own wedding.
That thought amused him slightly.
The ceremony began.
Priests chanted prayers while family members gathered around the stage.
Aryan and Nithya sat beside each other for the rituals.
Neither spoke much.
But the quiet between them was not uncomfortable.
It was simply… cautious.
Two intelligent people observing each other.
Finally the moment arrived.
Aryan tied the mangalsutra around Nithya's neck.
The hall filled with applause and blessings.
Just like that, they were married.
Eagle had chosen his queen.
But the world still didn't know that the queen was actually Devil.
Later that evening, after the guests left, Nithya stood on the balcony of the mansion.
The wedding lights glowed softly behind her.
Aryan walked out a few minutes later.
"You're very calm for someone who got married today," he said.
Nithya leaned against the railing.
"You're very calm for someone who forced a marriage."
Aryan corrected her immediately.
"I didn't force you. You agreed."
Nithya smiled slightly.
"You were very persuasive."
Aryan didn't deny it.
For a moment, both looked at the quiet night sky.
Finally Aryan spoke again.
"Our flight to Korea leaves tomorrow morning."
"So soon?" Nithya asked.
"You wanted to continue your Business Management studies there."
"That's true."
"And my work is in Korea," Aryan added.
Nithya nodded slowly.
A new country.
A new life.
And a husband she barely understood.
"Alright," she said. "Let's see how Korea is."
Aryan looked at her seriously.
"Korea will change your life."
Nithya replied calmly,
"My life has already changed."
The next morning, the private jet waited at the airport runway.
Aryan's convoy of cars arrived exactly on time.
Security guards moved efficiently around the aircraft.
Nithya stepped out of the car and looked at the jet.
"You travel like a president," she said.
Aryan replied simply,
"I travel safely."
They walked up the stairs together.
Inside the jet, the interior looked more like a luxury apartment than a plane.
Soft leather seats.
A private bedroom.
A conference area.
Nithya looked around, impressed but not surprised.
"You live well," she commented.
Aryan sat down calmly.
"Comfort helps with long flights."
The engines started.
Within minutes, the jet lifted into the sky.
India slowly disappeared beneath the clouds.
Nithya looked out the window quietly.
Her new life had officially begun.
Far away in the underground mafia world, whispers started spreading.
"Eagle got married…"
"Who is the girl?"
"Some business student from India…"
No one suspected the truth.
No one realized that the girl was actually Devil, the hidden queen of another powerful mafia network.
Soon, two powerful empires would unknowingly live under the same roof.
And when the truth finally came out…
The entire underworld would shake.