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PART 1 : KING WILL MARRY HER..?

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After seven years..

SHREEYANSH'S POV:

Seven years have passed since I arrived here, and in that time, I’ve built and expanded my business across the entire country. Now, with my sights set on global expansion, I am pouring my heart into making it thrive—grateful to have my brother Abhiraj and my uncle by my side, guiding me through every step.

It has been five years since I was crowned king, and with that title comes immense responsibility. The well-being, peace, and happiness of my people are my greatest priority. My father has always envisioned me as a strong, responsible ruler—one who leads with wisdom and integrity, just as he does. I refuse to let him down. I will continue to strive, push my limits, and do everything in my power to be the king my kingdom deserves.

Present time:

Stepping out of the bathroom after a refreshing bath, I barely had a moment to gather myself before a voice called out from beyond the chamber. 

“Sarkar, Badi Rani Sa is calling you for breakfast,” an attendant informed me respectfully. 

“Yes, yes, tell her I’m getting ready. I’ll be there in ten minutes,” I replied, shaking off the lingering droplets of water as I moved towards my wardrobe. 

“Ji, Sarkar.” She bowed slightly before leaving. 

With my departure to Mumbai set for today, I focused on packing for my meeting tomorrow with a client from UAE. Everything needed to be in place. 

“Did you pack everything important?” came a soft, familiar voice from behind. 

I turned instinctively, only to realize the situation a second too late—I was standing half-dressed, nothing but a towel wrapped around my waist. In a flurry, I darted behind the curtain, heat rising to my cheeks. 

“Siya! What are you doing here? No one announced your arrival, and no one came to ask me…” My words spilled out in embarrassment. 

“I’m sorry! I didn’t realize you were… like this,” Siya stammered, equally flustered. “I just wanted to help with your packing, but—I’ll come back later.” 

With that, she turned swiftly and exited the chamber, leaving behind nothing but the lingering tension in the air. 

Time skips,

“Eat well,” masa (Mother) urged, her voice filled with warmth. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m already full,” I mumbled through a mouthful of aaloo puri, savoring every bite. 

“I’ve packed food for you to eat on the way, so make sure you eat and don’t skip meals—both of you, understand?” Masa reminded us, her concern evident. 

“Yes, Masa, don’t worry. I’ll take care of it,” Abhiraj Bhaisa assured her. 

“Don’t worry, Masa, I will take care of it too,” I echoed, trying to reassure her. 

Just as I reached for another bite, Dadisa’s voice cut through the moment. 

“Why are you going there?” she asked, curiosity lacing her tone. 

“He has a meeting with his foreign clients,” Bapusa answered calmly. 

“Oh?” Dadisa mused before shifting gears. “What about the matter I asked you about yesterday?”