She returned with a degree in her hand, not knowing fate had a crown waiting for her.
Rajkumari Anvica Singh Rathore, kind-hearted and gentle, had spent years away from the royal politics of Rajasthan. But the day she returned, destiny entangled her...
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Her breath was still uneven. She stepped out of Rajvardhan's room silently, her hands unconsciously brushing against the fabric of her lehenga as if grounding herself back into reality.
"Yeh kya tha...?"("What was this...?") she whispered under her breath.
Just a while ago, he had looked like a raging storm-drenched, intense, eyes burning. And now... he had turned into something else. So close. So softly dangerous. His words echoed in her mind
"Abhi toh jaane de raha hoon... lekin agar dubara mere kamre mein aayi na, toh phir kabhi jaane nahi dunga." ("Right now I am letting you go... but if you comes to my room again, I will never let you go again.")
She clutched the pallu of her dupatta tightly.
"Vo pehle jaisa kyun nahi raha? Bachpan mein toh kitna pyara tha... Ab uski aankhon mein itni gehraayi hai ki dekhte hi lagta hai doob jaungi." ("Why is he not the same as before? He was so cute in childhood... now his eyes are so deep that just looking at them makes me feel I will drown.")
Her steps were slow, cautious. She walked down the royal staircase, the corridor lined with paintings of kings long gone, but none of them had the aura of the man she had just left behind.
She reached the lower floor and leaned against a cold pillar in the hallway, taking a long breath.
"Vo itna khatarnaak bhi lagta hai... aur utna hi apna bhi. Mujhe samajh nahi aa raha... Rajvardhan Shekhawat... tum waise toh kabhi the hi nahi." ("That looks so dangerous... and so is ours. I am not able to understand... Rajvardhan Shekhawat... you were never like that.")
She bit her lower lip, shook her head slightly and composed herself. "Bas Anvica... bas. Focus."
Just then, a servant passed by, and Anvica quickly straightened up and headed toward the courtyard-her heartbeat still not ready to calm down.
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Anvica slowly walked through the grand hallway of the royal palace, her footsteps soft against the marble floor. Her mind was still tangled in the whirlwind of emotions-confusion, nervousness, and a hint of something else she couldn't quite name.
"Pehle toh aise gusse se aankhon mein aag thi... ab toh jaise woh koi aur hi tha. Yeh Rajvardhan hai ya koi aur?" she thought to herself.
("Earlier there was fire in his eyes because of anger... now it seemed as if it was someone else. Is this Rajvardhan or someone else?" she thought to herself.)
Just then, a familiar voice called out.
"Anvi!" Navya rushed toward her with concern written all over her face. "Tum kaha chali gayi thi? Vani ne bataya swimming pool wale incident ke baare mein. Bhai ne tumhe kuch kaha toh nahi?" ("Where did you go? Vani told me about the swimming pool incident. Did Bhai say anything to you?")
