"𝑯𝒊𝒔 Bindani "

9. RANI SA ! ! !

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Siya's pov

My sleep was breaking, and as my eyes opened, I felt a sharp pain in my head.

I couldn't understand what was happening, but as soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a nurse and a doctor in front of me.

I was about to get up when the doctor said, "Relax, Rani Sa, you are not completely well yet. You need to rest."But the only thing my mind got stuck on was "Rani Sa."

I was trying hard to think why he called me that, but the only thing I could remember was my brother coming to my place, and after that, everything was just blank.

As the doctor finished checking me and left, the nurse still stood nearby.

That's when my eyes fell on the room's interior.

Lying on the bed, I look up at the high ceilings with beautiful paintings and carvings.

The arched doorways with their colorful designs add to the royal feel.

Through the ornate jharokhas, I see the peaceful palace gardens outside.

The walls are covered in artwork that tells stories of history and legend.

The polished marble floors, with their inlaid stones, reflect the soft light from the grand chandeliers above.

Luxurious Persian rugs add warmth and elegance to the room.

From my place on the royal canopy bed, wrapped in richly embroidered silk and velvet, I feel surrounded by comfort and luxury.

The handcrafted teak wood furniture, with its intricate carvings, includes a throne-like chair, chests, and cabinets.

Large, gilded mirrors and traditional Rajasthani paintings enhance the sense of space and light.

Heavy silk drapes in deep hues cover the windows, their golden embroidery shimmering in the light.

Cushions and throws in vibrant colors and patterns are scattered around, showing the rich textile heritage of the land.

Antique oil lamps and lanterns are placed around the room, casting a warm, romantic glow.

Personal touches are everywhere - family crests displayed proudly, historical weapons like swords and shields, and a collection of artifacts and antiques showcasing the exceptional craftsmanship of the region.

Lying here, I feel the luxury, history, and cultural richness of this magnificent room, truly fit for royalty.

The only thing I could say to myself was, "Mai yaha kaise aayi."( How did I come here )

My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more confusing than the last.

I felt overwhelmed, as if my brain was trying to process a million things at once.

My eyes drifted to the door where the doctor and Mr. Unknown were talking.

I couldn't see their faces, but I was certain it was him.

It dawned on me that I had come here that night seeking help from Mr. Unknown.

But beyond that, my memory was a blank slate.

The harder I tried to recall, the more my head throbbed with pain.

It was as if the effort to remember was physically hurting me.

After what felt like an eternity of chaotic thoughts, I tried to sit up.

Just then, I saw Mr. Unknown entering the room.