A hearty "Padharo Mhare Des!" to all you wonderful readers, Meet our protagonist, Ruhaan Singh Rajvansh, our dashing Raana sa with a heart that echoes the valor of the great Rajput and Business acumen that remains unbeaten. And there's Meera Singhan...
मेरा रहियो यार बस मेरा रहियो सन्ग रहियो सन्ग रहियो
समझे ना दुनिया तू तो मुझको समझियो
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I woke up abruptly at 6 a.m., my alarm blaring insistently and creating quite a commotion. Sitting up on the couch, I stretched my muscles, feeling somewhat disoriented. My hands felt warm, like they'd been cradled for a while, as if someone had held them all night long. Of course, Rana-sa couldn't have held my hand the entire night...right?; he must have returned to work. But it was comforting to know that he had provided solace, even if only for a few minutes.
A quick scan of the room confirmed that the bed was empty; he wasn't there. I decided to search for him in the vast palace later, choosing to start my day with a soothing morning shower before our journey to Mewar.
The warm water in the shower provided a comforting respite as I let it wash over me. After the refreshing shower, I enveloped myself in a cozy bathrobe and made my way to my side of the walk-in closet, contemplating what to wear for the day.
Lost in thought while considering my outfit options, I was startled by a knock at the door. My heart skipped a beat, desperately hoping it wasn't Rana-sa. Silently pleading, "Please don't be Rana-sa,"...."Please don't be Rana-sa," I cautiously approached the door and peeked outside.
An elderly lady, dressed in the traditional saffron saree of the royal house staff, stood there. As I opened the door wider, she greeted me with, "Khamma ghani, Ranisa, badi Baisa ne aapke liye bheja hai..." She handed me a bag.
I nodded in acknowledgement with respect and thanked her before gently closing the door. With curiosity piqued, I proceeded to the washroom, intent on changing into whatever outfit Maa had chosen for me. As I unzipped the bag, my eyes fell upon a beautiful dress, and an excited smile graced my lips. I quickly changed into the elegant attire, appreciating the thoughtful gesture from Maa.
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