"Aarna, what's the matter with you? We're your parents!" Aarna's dad exclaimed, but she seemed completely deaf to their words. She retreated to her bed, scanning her surroundings with a horrified expression, clutching a pillow like a mighty weapon.
"Kon ho tum sab? Humme kaha leke aae ho? Humme issi wakt uttar chahiye anyatha mere pati tum sabko mrityu dand denge!!" she thundered in a voice fit for a queen. Aarna's parents exchanged bewildered glances.
{Who are all of you? Where have you brought me? I demand an explanation right now, or else my husband will punish you all with death!}
"Is this some sort of prank, Aarna?" Her dad inquired, confusion etched on his face. Aarna stared back at him, utterly perplexed.
"Ye konsi bhasha ka upyog kar rahe ho tum dono kabse? Kahi ye tumhari koi sajish tho nhi" she questioned, eyes blazing with a mix of fear and anger.
{What language are you both speaking? Is this some kind of trick?}
Aarna's parents exchanged concerned glances, trying to make sense of the situation.
"Hum tumhare mata pita hai, ab thik hai?" Aarna's mom attempted to reassure her. Aarna, however, reacted with disbelief.
{We are your mother and father, alright?"}
"What? Stop it! You're not my parents! Take me back to my palace immediately!" she commanded, causing Aarna's dad to bury his face in his hands out of frustration.
"This has gone far enough, Aarna!!!" Aashish, Aarna's dad, bellowed, causing her to flinch in fear. "I have things to do, I'm not indulging in your theatrics. Get ready and go to college," he ordered before storming out, slamming the door behind him.
Yachna, Aarna's mom, sat beside her, trying to understand her daughter's bizarre morning behavior.
"What's gotten into you, Aarna? Why this strange behavior?" she asked, but Aarna remained visibly terrified. She glanced around, a tear streaming down her cheek, still lost in her own fearful world.
Yachna lunged to touch her daughter, and *bam*, down she tumbled, clinging onto the pillow for dear life! Yachna, wearing the expression of someone who'd seen a ghost, panicked, thinking her daughter was in serious trouble. Rushing out of the room, she sprinted back with Aashish in tow. Both entered, wide-eyed, to witness Aarna tightly hugging her knees, tears streaming down her face like a waterfall.
"We absolutely need to summon a doctor," exclaimed Yachna in a trembling voice, her concern reaching fever pitch.
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The doctor cautiously approached Aarna, who was unleashing a storm of screams and hurling pillows his way. He kept his cool, masking his mounting frustration behind a professional demeanor.
"Just a few questions, alright?" he tried, but Aarna shot him a glare filled with rage, her breaths heavy and labored.
"What's your name?" he asked, and she gritted her teeth.
"I am Aarna Yashwardhan Rao!!! Maharani of the mighty Yashwardhan empire!" she bellowed, setting the doctor's brows furrowing.
"Your age? How long have you been married to Yashwardhan Rao?" he persisted.
She glanced at him, eyes flitting to the side. "Show some respect! He's the king of kings! I'm 20, and it's been a mere 2 days since our union," she retorted, attempting to control her volume.
The doctor turned to Aashish, questioning, "Did you say something to her about this king she's fixated on?" Aashish nodded, explaining, "I told her about him and our ancestor Aarna Chauhan, who was supposedly wedded to him."
Nodding in comprehension, the doctor concluded, "Seems she's convinced she's the wife of Yashwardhan Rao from whatever century you mentioned. I'm not a psychologist, so it's best to seek help from a mental health professional. Get their opinion on her condition," he advised, gathering his things to depart.
"Thank you, doctor, for coming..." Aashish escorted him out, leaving Yachna sitting on the bed, seemingly collapsed. Aarna noticed her tears.
"Why this sudden change? What's going on, Aarna?" Yachna's sobs punctuated her words, directed at Aarna.
Aarna herself was bewildered and increasingly frightened. She had no idea what awaited her. All she wanted was to return to her kingdom.
Aarna collapsed into herself, tears streaming down her face, feeling utterly lost. Who were these people claiming to be her parents? She resembled a scared little girl, bereft of her security and parents, unsure of her surroundings.
A princess accustomed to being treated like a precious gem, Aarna had never bothered to learn self-defense; her studies were limited, her passion lay in crafting odd knitting designs. Now stranded in the 21st century, a world she couldn't comprehend, she felt utterly adrift.
Somewhere deep within, she sensed it was her karma retribution. Her past misdeeds haunted her; she had wronged someone who never harmed her, and now she faced the consequences.
Desperate to cry out for her real parents, she found herself paralyzed with fear, her face buried between her arms and knees.
Yachna drew closer, causing Aarna to flinch in terror. Yet, Yachna's gentle caress on her head, a motherly gesture, brought a strange comfort to Aarna. No words were spoken; Yachna's actions resonated with genuine emotion.
"It doesn't matter who you think you are or if you've forgotten us; you'll always be our daughter," Yachna reassured her, a single tear trickling down Aarna's cheek.
Aarna knew she wasn't their daughter, aware they believed her to have gone mad for some unknown reason. Despite the heartbreaking reality that she might never return to her real parents or her husband, she surrendered to Yachna's embrace, craving maternal affection in that moment.
They both wept, Aarna releasing her pent-up sorrow while Yachna tried her best to console her.
Embracing her fate, Aarna slipped into a deep slumber, her eyes swollen and red from crying, finally finding solace in the midst of her tears.
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VaidRani-Ek Dusre Ke
FantasyAarna Chauhan once regal Princess, now reigning as the extravagant Queen of the mighty Yashwardhan empire and wedded to the illustrious Yashwardhan Rao from the 9th century, finds herself in an utterly exaggerated predicament in the 21st century. In...