Jahanvi - Dev's commoner queen [Completed✓]

Prologue

In the heart of the ancient city of Jodhpur, where the sun casts its golden glow upon the towering walls of the Mehrangarh Fort, a timeless tale of love and destiny began to unfold.

As the morning sun rose above the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and gold, the city of Jodhpur stirred to life with the bustling energy of its inhabitants. Among them, nestled within the shadow of the majestic palace, was a young girl named Jahanvi Kumari. At ten years old, she possessed a quiet grace and an inner strength that belied her tender age. With eyes as bright as the desert stars and a spirit as fierce as the winds that swept across the dunes, Jahanvi moved through the palace corridors with a sense of purpose that set her apart from the other children.

But it was not the grandeur of the palace or the opulence of her surroundings that captivated Jahanvi's attention—it was the enigmatic figure of Devansh Shourya Singh, the young prince of Jodhpur, who held her fascination like no other.

From the moment she first laid eyes on Devansh, Jahanvi was captivated by his presence. At fifteen years old, he possessed a rare combination of charm and charisma that set him apart from the other boys his age. With his tousled hair and mischievous grin, Devansh moved through the palace with the easy confidence of one born to rule. But it was not his princely status that drew Jahanvi to him—it was his caring nature, his innate kindness towards all who crossed his path, that captured her heart and held it fast.

And so, day after day, Jahanvi would steal moments away from her chores to watch Devansh from afar, hidden in the shadows of the palace gardens. From her vantage point beneath the ancient banyan trees, she would observe him as he went about his daily routine, his laughter echoing through the air like music to her ears.

As she watched him, Jahanvi couldn't help but marvel at the way Devansh effortlessly commanded the respect and admiration of those around him. Whether he was playing with the palace dogs or chatting with the palace staff, his easygoing demeanor and genuine warmth endeared him to all who knew him.

But it was not just Devansh's caring nature that captured Jahanvi's attention—it was the way he carried himself, with a quiet strength and a sense of purpose that belied his youth. Even at such a tender age, Devansh seemed destined for greatness, his every action guided by an inner wisdom that set him apart from his peers.

Lost in her thoughts, Jahanvi hardly noticed when Devansh turned his gaze towards her, his eyes trying to meet hers across the expanse of the palace gardens. Somewhere or the other, he too was attracted towards her. She was a 11-year girl, but he never felt like calling her as his sister like he used to call his own sister, Devishi and cousin sisters. Also, the hormones arising in him during his time of puberty were not allowing him to do so.

Jahanvi's eyes moved towards him and he looked away instantly, because, he didn't had the power to look into her eyes directly, nevertheless how elder he was to her in their age, or how much he used to think about her, day and night.

Jahanvi saw him and smiled to herself, seeing the joyous and happy look on his face and in that fleeting moment, as the sun bathed them in its golden light, Jahanvi knew that her destiny was irrevocably entwined with that of the young prince before her. Though they were but children, separated by the vast expanse of class and caste, she felt a connection to Devansh that transcended the boundaries of time and space.

It continued, until Devansh left to Russia for his higher studies and she got busy in her college life, making new friends around, but the only constant friend in her life was, Devansh's sister, who was the major connection, who kept her somewhat and somehow connected to Devansh during all those years.