He took a moment to process the proposal, stroking his thick beard as he thought. His eyes never left my father's, the challenge in them unmistakable. "And what guarantees us that she will bear us heirs?"

" Don't you want to finish this rivelry with us once and for all?" my father asked calmly, meeting their gazes without flinching. "A child from this union will unite our families, ending the feud that has plagued us for generations. My daughter is fertile, she will give you strong sons. " He said with a confidence that made my skin crawl.

"Papa," I whispered in my head, desperation rising like a crescendo within me. "Are you really willing to give me away to our enemies for a piece of land?"

My father's gaze flickered towards me, a hint of sadness in his eyes before they turned steely once more. "It is for the greater good," he said firmly. "For peace and prosperity for our people."

Randheer and Rajveer shared another look, a silent communication passing between them. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Randheer spoke. "We will consider your offer. But know this, she must come willingly."

My father nodded gravely. "I will speak to her." He turned to me, his expression unreadable. "Go, daughter, prepare yourself. Your future is in the hands of the Thakur brothers now."

With trembling legs, I retreated to my room, my thoughts a whirlwind. How could my father do this to me? Marrying two men I had never even met, from a family that was our sworn enemy? But as the reality set in, I knew he had made the decision to protect us. The feud had been going on for too long, and if this was the price of peace, what choice did I have?

I changed into my best sari, the heavy fabric weighing on me like the fate I was about to accept. As I emerged from my room, my mother was there, her eyes red from crying. She hugged me tightly, whispering blessings into my ear, and her warmth was the only comfort I had in that moment.

The Thakur brothers waited outside, sitting in their jeeps restless as the night grew colder. They watched me approach, their expressions inscrutable. "Are you willing?" Randheer asked, his voice gruff but not unkind.

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of my mother's embrace still lingering on me. "For the sake of peace," I murmured, "I will."

The brothers exchanged a nod, and without another word, we set off into the night. The journey to the Thakur mansion was a blur of dust and darkness, punctuated only by the occasional light from a distant village. As we arrived, the grandeur of their estate took my breath away—so vast and opulent, a stark contrast to the simplicity of my own home. I was led to a grand chamber, where a warm fire crackled in the hearth and soft light bathed the luxurious fabrics that adorned the walls and furniture.