Meet our protagonist, "Reyansh Singh Rajvanshi", Crowned king of Rajasthan, Dashing Raana sa with a heart filled with Sweetness yet Coldness, one glare and you'll leave this world, holding powerful authority.
Meet our Raani sa "Amyra Sharma" whos...
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The morning came and sun rise showing sunlight to the whole world..... Reyansh stir in his sleep.... When he open his eyes he saw beauty, his beauty his Amyra, Amyra Reyansh Singh Rajvanshi. He smiled caressing her hair he kissed her forehead. He was admiring her then he saw she stirred in her sleep so he closed his eyes and pretend to sleep. Amyra wake up and kissed his husband forehead Reyansh smiled . As Amyra emerged from her shower, the fabric of her saree clung to her damp skin, accentuating her graceful curves.
Reyansh was awake till then... Amyra : Can you fill my hair with vermilion? Reyansh came close her to her and filled her hair partition with vermilion and she said I'll not bother you again I'm sorry it was for rituals. He replied No it's your right to bother me and it's my right to fill your hair with vermilion I'll do it very day.
Each delicate fold of the fabric whispered against her skin as she descended the stairs, a vision of elegance and poise.
In the kitchen, Meera and Suhana bustled about, their laughter mingling with the aroma of spices that filled the air. Their warm greetings welcomed Amyra as she approached, her heart swelling with gratitude for the warm embrace of her new family.
"Good morning," she greeted them, her voice soft and melodic as she received their blessings in return. With a gentle smile, she waved off their offers of assistance, eager to prove her capability in the kitchen.
With practiced hands, Amyra moved with grace and precision, her movements a testament to years of experience and tradition. Each dish she prepared bore the imprint of her love and dedication, a culinary masterpiece that spoke to her passion for cooking.
From fragrant biryanis to rich, creamy curries, the table groaned under the weight of her creations, a feast fit for royalty. The scent of spices filled the room, mingling with the tantalizing aroma of freshly baked bread and simmering sauces.
As the family gathered around the table, Amyra's stumbling steps did not go unnoticed. Concerned gazes turned to Reyansh, seeking an explanation for her unsteady gait. Even he was puzzled by her behavior, unable to decipher the cause of her discomfort.
With a playful glint in his eye, Siddharth spoke up, his voice laced with humor. "Bhaiya, why is bhabhi stumbling?" he asked, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of his lips.
Reyansh could only shrug in response, equally bemused by Amyra's behavior. But amidst the confusion, laughter filled the room as the family shared in the light-hearted moment, their affection for Amyra evident in their playful banter.
As the meal progressed, the atmosphere grew increasingly festive, filled with laughter and chatter. And amidst the joviality, each member of the family took turns presenting Amyra with gifts, tokens of their love and affection.
Meera gifted her a stunning diamond necklace, a dazzling display of opulence that Amyra hesitated to accept. But with a gentle insistence, she relented, her eyes sparkling with gratitude as she admired the exquisite piece of jewelry.
