In the vibrant city of Jaipur, a secret deal was struck between two worlds. Abhimaan Deep Shekhawat, the enigmatic King of Rajasthan, controlled the political and criminal underworld with an iron fist. His power was unmatched, his influence unparall...
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As I stepped out of the car and onto the campus of Rajasthan University, a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursed through me. The sprawling grounds and majestic buildings seemed to stretch endlessly, a testament to the wealth and influence of the royal family that sponsored and controlled the institution. My husband's family-the Shekhawats.
Taking a deep breath, I made my way to the principal's office after asking some students the way , my heart pounding with anticipation. I kept my gaze low, scanning the bustling courtyard where students chatted and laughed, blissfully unaware of my true identity. Only the principal knew who I really was, and I intended to keep it that way.
I knocked on the door, and a warm voice called out, "Enter."
Principal Sharma, a kind-eyed man with a gentle smile, greeted me from behind his desk. He stood up immediately, bowing his head respectfully. "Welcome, mam ."
I offered a polite smile, appreciating his formality. "Please, Principal Sharma, call me Mayura. I'm here as a student, not as the queen."
He nodded, his expression gracious. "As you wish, Mayura. Please, have a seat."
As we spoke, he addressed me as "Ma'am," a term of respect that made me feel more at ease. He was a man who understood the balance between royal protocol and my desire for a normal life.
"Now, let's discuss your course schedule and any special arrangements you may require," he began.
I hesitated for a moment, then decided to speak up. "Principal Sharma, I have a request."
"Of course, Mayura. What is it?" he asked, his eyes warm with understanding.
"I know you're aware of my... background," I began carefully. "But I'd like to ask you to keep my identity as the queen a secret. I want to experience college life like any other student, without any special treatment or attention."
Principal Sharma listened intently, then nodded. "I understand, Mayura. Your anonymity is assured. No one will know who you really are."
Relief washed over me. "Thank you, sir. That means a lot to me."
"I'll ensure everything is arranged accordingly," he continued, "including a change of name in the records."
I paused, considering this. The name "Mayura Abhimaan Deep Shekhawat" was now known far and wide, making it impossible to maintain any semblance of privacy. "Could you list me under a different name? Something that won't draw attention?"
"Of course. What name would you like to use?"
After a moment's thought, I replied, "Mishka Sen. That will be my name here."
Principal Sharma smiled, approving of my choice. "Very well, Mishka Sen. Let me show you to your first class. We wouldn't want you to get lost on your first day."
