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At Rajgardh
The heavy silence of the royal chamber was broken by the loud thud of a file being slammed on the table. Samar stood there, tall and fuming, his face tight with frustration.
“How many times do I have to say it?” he shouted, looking directly at his mother. “I’ve told you already—I’ve just started my political career. I have dreams, plans… I’m finally doing something that matters to me. And I don’t have even a second for your big fat royal wedding drama.”
His voice echoed off the high walls, shaking even the silent staff standing nearby.
“I’m not interested in marriage,” he said firmly. “Not now. Not ever.”
His grandmother, Rajmata Karuna Devi, stepped forward, her voice heavy with emotion.
“Samar, is this how you speak to your Maasa?” his grandmother, Rajmata Karuna Devi, raised her voice, clearly hurt. “Did your *Dadamaharaj* and I raise you to dishonor your own parents like this?”
Samar clenched his jaw, but his tone stayed firm.
“Pardon me, Dadisahab. But I’ve already made my decision clear—I’m not interested in marriage. Not seriously. Not genuinely. And definitely not when it’s just another deal wrapped in rituals.”
His eyes darkened as he looked at her.
“If Dadamaharaj wants a business deal or a piece of land, I’m more than capable of securing it. I don’t need to sacrifice my life for it. I can crack any negotiation in under a minute. So what’s the need for this outdated drama?”
“Samar, you are—” Karuna tried to interrupt.
But he didn’t let her finish.
“No, Dadisahab. Why do you want to tie me down for life just to secure a few crores worth of property? Let me live my life the way I have always lived—on my own terms.”
He looked between her and his mother, voice sharper now.
“I already carry enough weight on my shoulders—this throne, this name, this legacy. And now you want to add another burden in the name of marriage? I’m not ready for that. Not mentally, not emotionally. My focus is on my political career, on the promises I’ve made to the people. And I don’t want to lose that focus.”
There was silence in the grand hall.
Samar exhaled, softer now, but still unyielding.
“Dadamaharaj has placed a lot of trust in me. I won’t let him down… but marriage is not the way I plan to prove myself.”
Karuna Devi’s face turned serious. “You think marriage is just a deal?”
“Isn’t it?” Samar replied coldly.
“Dadisahab,” Samar said coldly, his voice laced with sarcasm, “tell me one thing—has there ever been a single marriage in Rajgardh’s history that didn’t involve a deal or a treaty?”
He took a step closer, eyes fixed on her.
“Even when our ancestors ruled, if they won a war, the defeated kings gave away their daughters—willingly or not—just to save their kingdoms. That’s the truth, isn’t it?”
His words stung like ice.
“And what’s happening now is no different,” he added sharply. “Wasn’t Saakar’s marriage also just a deal? 1500 crores, sealed through a wedding. Where’s the emotion in that?”
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Royal Secrets (Shhhh)
Romance"Royal Secrets (Shhhhh)" unveils the shadowy tale of a royal family, where the ancient palace of Rajgardh guards centuries-old mysteries within its walls. Secrets so dark they could have shattered generations, buried alongside long-gone kings, whisp...
