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It was the morning after the grand pre-coronation party. The palace once again buzzed with reporters, cameras, and whispers as a grand conference was organized.
Vedansh, Tejendra, Vidisha, and Shivendra stood together before the flashing lights, their expressions calm yet unreadable, as they made the announcement that would soon shake the entire state, Ruhanika .
Within hours, the news spread like wildfire. The internet was roaring, every headline shouting the same unbelievable revelation.
The Rathores have adopted a girl and not just any girl, a thirteen-year-old girl.
People couldn't stop talking. Opinions were forming faster than the family could respond. Social media was flooded with wild speculations and cruel assumptions.
The most sensational rumour dominating every comment section and gossip forum was that Ruhanika was Shivendra Rathore's illegitimate daughter and this adoption was merely a cover-up.
Others scoffed, asking why anyone, especially a powerful family like the Rathores, would adopt a thirteen-year-old girl unless there was more to the story than met the eye.
But the people of Rajasthan were overjoyed. They trusted their King's decision with unwavering faith and celebrated the news with heartfelt happiness.
For them, the royal family's adoption of a daughter wasn't just a gesture, it was a blessing. After generations, they finally had a princess to cherish.
Across the state, temples echoed with chants and bells as people organized poojas for the prosperity and well-being of their new princess.
The joy was genuine, the pride unmistakable. In a land where daughters were seen as grace and strength combined, the people celebrated the royal family's decision as a symbol of progress and honor.
Yet, curiosity lingered among the whispers. Would she wear the crown one day?
Princess Mahira, had chosen not to wear the crown, a decision everyone had respected deeply. She had proven that a crown wasn't needed to protect her people, that royalty lived not in gold but in heart and duty.
