Why did i update even if the target wasn't completed, because just because of many i don't want the true readers who don't have online money access to suffer. I truly love and appreciate them.
And their efforts were well shown in the previous chapter and the vote target is almost completed, yeah just like more than 100 left.
That's why and I hope to get the same response in this chapter too, please don't disappoint just because you get to know I'll update.
And yes I'm neither Gujrati nor Rajthathi, I've zero knowledge of their culture and language but I try hard to research and learn the language but still I make mistakes so please be kind enough to ignore them✨
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His gaze met mine
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He was already looking at me as if I were the only one here, while I had just met his gaze. The intensity with which he explored me, taking in every detail, made me look away. I passed him an angry glare before quickly averting my eyes.
Every family member was present, along with the royal priest, their watchful eyes adding to the weight of the moment.
"Shanaya, go stand beside Ekaksh," Dadi instructed. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.
Why? couldn’t he come and stand beside me?
With a quiet sigh, I gathered the fabric of my lehenga in my hands and walked toward him, ignoring the way his gaze followed me. Just as I reached him, my foot caught on the hem of my lehenga, making me stumble slightly, but before I could embarrass myself, his hand was there, steadying me by the shoulder.
"Careful," he murmured but I ignored him and quickly straightened beside him.
The priest handed him a peetal kalash (copper pot) filled with Ganga Jal (water) and rose petals.
"Yuvrani, please place your hand on your husband's arm," the priest instructed. Hesitantly, I rested my right hand on his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingers.
"As you offer the holy water to SuryaNarayan, chant together," the priest continued.
"Yuvrani, pray for your husband's well-being and a long life. Yuvraj, make a firm promise, to stand by her in joy and sorrow, in wealth and poverty, in life and even beyond."
