"I need to know!" Yashvir's voice echoed through the courtroom, making everyone flinch, including Ahankara who stood beside him. The entire staff of the Palace was present there, as well as each member of the Royal Family, and the nobles who spent most of the time within the Palace walls.
Yashvir walked down the raised platform that his throne was set on, and made his way to his mother. "How could you let this happen, Maharani Sa?" He addressed her formally, as he spoke like the Yuvraj of Kalang, and not the son of Hansa Bai.
"Yuvraj," Hansa Bai said softly, her tone calm and composed. "It must have been a coincidence, why would anyone deliberately try to harm Rajkumari Ahankara?"
"Because the people within these walls," Yashvir said loudly, his gaze shifting to Rani Aaradhya, who was standing in the corner, her gaze stuck on the floor, "do not like her very much." He walked towards her, and stopped right in front of her,
"The coronation is tomorrow! Not a year later! Hurry up all of you!" The voice of the head maid echoed throughout the walls of the Palace, as the entire staff was busy working on something or the other.Ahankara walked around the hallways, watching the beautiful decorations in awe. She had witnessed a coronation before, her brother's, but it had not been so large scale. Back in Adibar, most things were a lot toned down as compared to Kalang. Kalang was not only powerful, it was also dramatic.Lost in her thoughts, as she turned the corner, Ahankara accidentally bumped into someone. She stepped back, apologizing."It's alright, Rajkumari," a silky, deep voice answered. Ahankara's eyes met with gray ones, and she felt her heart skip a beat at how beautiful they were. "I am the one at fault. I wasn't looking where I was going. Please forgive me." His words sounded pleading, yet his tone was absolutely calm as he looked her in
"Can you let my hands go, please?" She said softly."No, not really.""Please?" She pleaded with him."Only on one condition.""What?""Let me kiss you first.""What?" Ahankara's eyes widened in shock, as she stared up at him in disbelief. "You can't be serious.""I am," Yashvir smirked, pulling her tighter against himself. She squirmed in his hold, trying to break free, but he was much stronger."Yashvir, you promised me you'd wait," Ahankara reminded. "You'd wait until I'd be ready.""I'd wait for sex," he replied, making her gape at him. "What?" Yashvir chuckled. "Why are you looking at me like that?""I-I can't let you kiss me. Besides, I need to talk to you about something," Ahankara said, hoping he would let her go."What is it?" Yashvir asked."It's... Something ser
"That will be all," he stated dismissively, before dragging Ahankara away, to his bedroom."Thank you for believing me," Ahankara said, sighing in relief, as she wiped her tears away.Yashvir slammed the door shut, causing her to flinch, as he locked it before turning to face her."Who said I believe you?" Yashvir asked, his jaw clenched, his fists balled at his sides.Ahankara gaped at him, frowning."What do you mean?" She gulped.Yashvir stormed to her, and roughly caught hold of her arm, causing her to flinch again."What were you doing with him?" Yashvir questioned, his tone harsh, his eyes glaring daggers at her."Yashvir..." Ahankara whispered in disbelief. "I didn't do anything with him. I don't even know him!""Oh so you've never met him before? Is that it?" Yashvir asked."No, I have. I have met
"How could he do that?" Neharika said in disbelief. "I'll talk to him.""You can't," Ahankara said softly, another tear escaping her eye. "He believed anything I'd say, Neha. Anything. But yesterday he did not want to. There's nothing we can do now.""But this is so wrong! What happened to all his claims of loving you? How could he just-""It's not his fault," Ahankara replied, her gaze on the floor. "The situation is extremely messed up. I need... I need to go see Virat. Why did he lie? What was he doing in my room? I need to ask him." She stood up from her bed, wiping away her tears."Wait," Neharika frowned, standing up and blocking her way. "What if someone sees you? That will look worse.""I don't care what anyone thinks, I just want Yash-" she began, but stopped herself. A frown overtook her features, and she sat back down. "Why do I... Why am I so bothered, Neharika?" She looked up
Ahankara stood outside the room, waiting for Raaj Mata Hansa Bai to grant her permission to enter. Her heart was knocking at her ribs, and she could feel beads of sweat start to form on her forehead. She had no idea how her meeting would end up, whether Hansa Bai would admit to the wrongs she had done, or would straight off deny it all. She knew Hansa Bai hated her, and even if she didn't earlier, she hated her now."Bhabhi Sa," Shivanya grinned as she stepped out of her mother's room.Shivanya and Phool had no idea about what had happened."Shivanya," Ahankara smiled. "How are you?""I'm good Bhabhi Sa, why are you standing here? Is everything okay?" She asked."I'm actually waiting to meet Raaj Mata, I have to talk to her about something very important," Ahankara replied."Oh, then I guess you shouldn't waste time. Why don't you go inside? I'm sure Maa Sa won't mind," Sh
"You will still remain the Maharani, but I do need a wife, Ahankara. I can't live my life with someone who... Who already belongs to someone else," he said softly, causing her to go silent.She blinked at him, as one last tear left her eye."I only belong to you, Yashvir," she said softly, causing Yashvir's eyes to widen slightly. A familiar emotion flashed in his eyes, but it was gone as fast as it came. An emotion Ahankara had missed seeing in his eyes since a long time."We both know that's not the truth," Yashvir said softly, and Ahankara gazed down at his hand, which was tightly gripping onto his sword."And yet somehow, you want to believe I'm telling the truth," Ahankara stated, looking him in the eye. Yashvir immediately looked away, clenching his jaw."I'm not," Yashvir replied.Ahankara stepped closer to him, and for the first time ever, she cupped his cheek. He
"Anyway," Ananya said, smiling at her. "It's a pleasure finally being able to meet you. You're a good person.""Likewise," Ahankara replied, offering her a small smile. She then looked at Yashvir, who immediately shifted his gaze elsewhere. A smile stretched across Ahankara's face, realizing that she had caught him staring. Once dinner was over, everyone returned to their respected rooms, and after a long time, Ahankara entered her room with a huge smile on her face."I'm guessing it worked," Neharika grinned as soon as she saw her face. Ahankara gave her a huge smile, before running up to her and pulling her into a hug. She laughed, hugging her back."He was staring at me the whole time. He couldn't take his eyes off me," Ahankara grinned."I told you, he loves you, Rajkumari. He will love you forever, no matter what.""Yeah, I know," Ahankara smiled, her eyes soft. "He's just a little up
It was the day before the first occasion of Yashvir and Ananya's wedding. There was a ruckus in the entire Palace, as the preparations went on in full swing. Every corner of the Palace radiated a beautiful fragrance, and gleamed with the light from decorative oil lamps.Ahankara walked through the corridors, staring at the walls and the decorations. With every step she felt her heart sink further and further into her chest, whilst she held onto Neharika's hand for moral and emotional support. Her eyes were glassy with unshed tears, as everything made her reminisce her own wedding. The wedding she always thought she would think of and cry, but for very different reasons.Ahankara let out a loud sigh as they exited into the garden, making Neharika walk in front of her and stand in her way."What are you doing, Rajkumari?" She asked, her eyes filled with sadness and concern."What?" Ahankara asked, not sure o
Few Months Later"You okay?" Yashvir asked softly, pulling Ahankara to his chest."Yeah," she whispered, her gaze downcast."Look at me," he demanded, brushing her hair away from her face. Ahankara hesitated, but obliged, her glassy eyes meeting with his concerned ones. "Hey, my Love," Yashvir frowned, pulling her into a hug. She held onto his shirt, and sniffed, as tears left her eyes. "Ahankara... Stop crying my Beautiful Rose. I don't like your tears, you know that.""Hmm," she mumbled, but continued to shake with silent cries."Ahankara, you know this had to happen one day, right?" He asked. "She had to go some day.""I know, but it still hurts. I miss her so much already," Ahankara muttered, burying her face into his chest.He caressed her back, and the back of her head, hoping to calm her down. "If I had known this would happen, I wo
"I knew it was of no use! I knew it! Why would you listen to me, after all? I've never truly believed in you before this," he said, scowling. He wiped away his tears, and turned around, storming to the door of his bedroom. He opened it and was about to walk out, when a small, soft voice fell upon his ears, making him freeze."Y-Yashvir?"His eyes widened and his breath caught in his throat, as he slowly turned around. His gaze fell directly upon Ahankara, whose eyes were open now, and staring back at him. A tear of happiness left his eye, and he instantly rushed to her, taking her hands into his."Are you okay? God I missed you so much," he whispered, leaning in and kissing her forehead."Wh-what happened?" Ahankara whispered, frowning. "I don't... I..." She trailed off."Wait, let me get the doctor," Yashvir said in alarm, running to the door. He ordered a guard outside to fetch the docto
A Week Later Yashvir entered the room, his jaw clenched as tears pricked his vision. His lower lip quivered and he pursed his lips, looking away from Ahankara's sleeping self and taking in a deep breath. He slowly made his way to her, and sat down beside her, unsure of what to do. The only thing he knew was, his wife was in a coma, and there was nothing he could do to help her. All his wealth as a King, his power, his physical strength, nothing would prove helpful. He was completely helpless as he stared at her closed eyes, her unmoving body.A sob escaped his lips and tears fell from his eyes, as he leaned down and placed his head on her shoulder. Hearing the sound of her breathing, and feeling her heart beat calmed him down slightly, reminding him that he had not lost her completely. She could still wake up, still come back to him."Ahankara," he said softly, sniffing, as he took her ha
"I don't understand, Kunwar Sa. Why would you choose me?" Neharika whispered, a tear escaping her eye. "You could choose any beautiful Princess, anyone at all... Why me?""Why is it so hard for you to admire yourself?" Ranvijay frowned. He walked up to her, and gently took her arms, turning her around so she would face him. "I like you. I like everything about you. Your simplicity, your wit, your grace. You, Neharika. I don't care about any fancy Princess out there, about anyone who isn't you. Because you're the one I want in my life.""Your family would never acce-""It's a good thing I don't have any family then, right?" Ranvijay cut her off. "I only have an Uncle, and his family. And they don't have anything to say to me, they don't care. They mind their own business, I mind mine.""But what if-""Shh," Ranvijay placed his index finger on her lips, making her silent again. "Trust me."
"I'm not playing with her feelings," Ranvijay frowned, crossing his arms over his chest."Bullshit," Yashvir narrowed his eyes at him. "Why else would you be messing around with her? You know she's not a Princess.""So what?" Ranvijay scoffed. "Since when do you care about titles? Even if Ahankara had not been a Princess, I'm sure you would still have married her."Yashvir raised am eyebrow at him. "I would, but are you serious? You wanna marry Neharika?""Look, I haven't decided yet. I need a few days around her, obviously. You tell me, is she nice a girl?" Ranvijay asked."Of course, why else would I be concerned about her? But she cannot handle a Kingdom, that's for sure. She's intelligent, no doubt, but you know Princesses receive certain training since a young age," Yashvir explained."She must have been on Ahankara's side when she received hers," Ranvijay shrugged.
Neharika stood beside Ahankara, throwing flowers at Kabir and Ananya, who walked around the sacred fire, fulfilling their last wedding ritual. Her eyes accidentally met with those of the man standing beside Yashvir, and he smirked, causing her to blush and immediately look away. Realizing that Yashvir was calmly conversing with him, Neharika lightly nudged Ahankara's arm."Yeah?" Ahankara asked softly, turning her head to look at her."Who's he? The man beside Maharaj," Neharika questioned, her voice lowered to a whisper."Who?" Ahankara frowned, looking in his direction. "Oh he. That's Rajkumar Ranvijay Samrat. He's a childhood friend of Yashvir, Ananya and Kabir. He was too busy at the time of our wedding so he couldn't show up. Why are you asking?""He's a Rajkumar?" Neharika asked softly, meeting his gaze again as she felt her heart sink."Yeah... Is everything okay?" Ahankara frowned,
Yashvir walked inside the room, his gaze meeting Ahankara's as she offered him a small, tired smile. He walked up to the bed and sat down beside her, after which everyone else left the room, except the doctor."Is she okay?" Yashvir asked, looking up at the doctor as he took Ahankara's hand in his. "Thank you for showing up on such short notice. The Palace doctor is out of town.""It's an honour, Maharaj. And your wife will be perfectly fine very soon. I would, however, suggest you take special care of her from now on. Such an accident could potentially harm your baby. You're lucky she-""What?" Ahankara and Yashvir said in unison, their expressions mirroring each other's."Did you say baby?" Yashvir asked in disbelief, frowning."Um, yeah," the doctor nodded, smiling. "You two weren't aware? She looks eight weeks to me.""I told you!" Ahankara breathed, her eyes turning g
Ahankara carried the tray of colors to the bed, her lips pressed into a thin line as she tried to suppress her smile. She placed it on the side table, watching to make sure Yashvir was fast asleep. She sat down beside him, careful not to move the bed too much, and took some of the pink color into her hand. Grinning, she slowly brought her hand towards his face, but before she could touch him, Yashvir woke up with a jolt and caught hold of her wrist. Ahankara gasped as he pulled her closer, his eyes narrowed dangerously."What do you think you're doing?" He asked."I... Uh..." She muttered, biting her lip as her gaze flickered from him to her hand, and back to his face. She realize her closed fist was vertically above his cheek, and she grinned before unclenching it, causing the color to fall onto his face."Ahankara!" Yashvir snapped, closing his eyes and scrunching up his nose."Happy Holi," Ahankara smil
Yashvir held onto Ahankara's hand from behind, his other hand resting on her waist. His warm breath tickled her ear as he leaned in to her, placing his chin on her shoulder."Keep your eyes on your target," Yashvir whispered, before he made her swing the sword around. "And then attack.""Hmm," Ahankara replied, her breath hitching and her heart beat pacing. His close proximity was making it difficult for her to focus, and a small, bashful smile stretched across her lips."Keep your grip firm, or the sword will be knocked out of your hands," he said, tightening his fingers around hers. "And don't just use the blade. You can use every part of the sword to your advantage.""How?" Ahankara asked, turning her head to look up at him. He leaned in and touched his nose against hers, gently nudging, before he pressed his lips to hers. She kissed him back, closing her eyes, as she let go of the sword, letting it fal