The Power of Love

The Kidnapped Prince

As the sun rose on the day of Roop's Swayamvar, the royal palace was bustling with activity. The servants were scurrying around, preparing everything for the big event. The air was filled with excitement and joy, and the sound of music and laughter could be heard throughout the palace.

Megh, Roop's younger brother, was running around the palace with excitement, eagerly awaiting his brother's Swayamvar. When Megh suddenly collided with Angad, causing him to stumble back a bit. Angad reached out to steady him, a concerned expression on his face. "Are you alright, Prince Megh?"

Megh felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment as he realized that it was Angad, the same royal advisor who had accidentally seen him naked the other day when he had mistaken him for his masseur. He quickly stepped back, avoiding Angad's gaze. "Y-yes, I'm fine. Thank you, Angad."

Angad frowned, sensing Megh's discomfort. "Prince Megh, I apologize if I made you uncomfortable the other day. It was a mistake, and I promise it won't happen again."

Megh nodded, still feeling embarrassed. "I know, Angad. It's just that...I feel embarrassed and ashamed."

Angad placed a reassuring hand on Megh's shoulder. "You have nothing to be ashamed of, Prince Megh. It was an honest mistake, and we all make them. Besides, you're not the only one who's nervous today. I'm sure all of the princes are feeling the same way."

Megh smiled gratefully at Angad's kind words. "Thank you, Mister Angad. That means a lot to me." 

As Megh hurried away to his room, he couldn't help but feel a bit better about the upcoming ceremony. He knew that he wasn't alone in his nervousness, and that made him feel a bit more at ease.

Meanwhile, King Samrat was pacing around his chambers, deep in thought. He knew the Swayamvar was fast approaching and he needed to secure a strong alliance with King Bhaargav's kingdom. His mind was constantly churning with plans and strategies.

He called in the royal escorts of King Bhaargav, who had arrived at the palace earlier that day. "You are here to escort my son, Roop, to the Swayamvar. But I want to make something very clear," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "My son will marry King Bhaargav, and no one else. You will make sure of that."

The royal escorts looked at each other nervously, knowing the reputation of King Samrat. "But Your Majesty," one of them spoke up tentatively. "What if Prince Roop chooses someone else?"

King Samrat's face turned red with anger. "Then he will suffer the consequences. And so will your kingdom. Do not forget who holds the power here."

The royal escorts bowed quickly and hurried out of the chambers, fear etched on their faces. King Samrat smiled to himself, pleased with his display of power. He would stop at nothing to ensure that his plans came to fruition.

King Samrat sat on his throne, his mind filled with thoughts of the Swayamvar. He remembered the events of the previous night when he had tried to assault Roop, but the divine had intervened and punished him. The memory sent a shiver down his spine, but he quickly composed himself. He was too determined to let go of his evil plans.

Roop's sisters, all princesses, were dancing in joy and excitement, their beautiful dresses swirling around them. The Royal Princes were also preparing themselves for the Swayamvar, eager to impress Roop with their charm, wit, and bravery. They were dressed in their finest clothes, and their swords and spears gleamed in the morning sunlight.

The scene was like the grandeur and majesty of the royal palace on full display. Everyone was eagerly anticipating the Swayamvar, eager to see who would win Roop's hand in marriage.

There, Roop stood in front of the mirror, looking at himself with nervousness and excitement. Today was the day of his Swayamvar, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of overwhelming responsibility. He knew that he would be choosing his life partner, the person he would spend the rest of his life with. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his racing heart.