Janaki Devi's sharp eyes scanned the bustling durbar hall, searching for her target. There - the Rai family. Seated near the front, close to the empty throne. The two younger children were whispering and giggling together. Janaki Devi's gaze moved past them, focusing on the eldest daughter - Devika.
She was beautiful, there was no denying it. But beauty alone would not be enough to catch Maharaja Suryadev's eye.
Janaki Devi's eyes lingered on Devika as she stood with grace and poise, her face serene like a lotus in full bloom. In this world of grandeur and opulence, a girl had to embody such grace and composure if she wished to be chosen as the bride of a powerful Maharaja.
As she drew closer, Janaki Devi noticed that there was a certain air of confidence about Devika. She carried herself with poise and dignity, even in the presence of so many esteemed nobles.
But what really caught Janaki Devi's attention was the way she looked at Maharaja Suryadev when she bowed before him. There was a spark in her eyes, something fierce and determined that made Janaki Devi sit up straighter in her seat.
Yes, this one could definitely catch Suryadev's attention.
As Devika presented her family's gifts, Janaki Devi couldn't help but notice how every movement seemed carefully calculated.
This girl was not just beautiful - she was intelligent and cunning as well.
Janaki Devi mentally made a note to find out more about her background and upbringing. If she found that Devika had been trained in strategy and politics from a young age as well...well, that would be quite interesting indeed.
Even at a distance, Janaki Devi could sense the grace and poise in the girl's bearing. Her beauty was evident, but it was her quiet dignity that stood out. She sat tall, her expressive eyes taking in the spectacle of the court around her. Yet there was a thoughtfulness in her manner that spoke of wisdom beyond her years.
Yes, Devika would be a fine match for the brooding Maharaja, Janaki Devi decided. The girl had spirit - she could see it in the determined set of her jaw, the resolute glint in her eyes. With the right encouragement, Devika could draw Suryadev out of his self-imposed isolation.
Perhaps she could nurture the wounded soul that lay beneath the Maharaja's proud exterior. Awaken the passion he kept so tightly leashed. Remind him that duty and desire need not be at odds.
A slow, crafty smile spread across Janaki Devi's face. This was perfect. She would arrange a coincidental meeting, contrive a situation that threw them together. With the right prodding, nature would take its course.
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The Maharaja And I : Inspired by Bridgerton
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