The night air was heavy with secrets as Dhruv slipped through the shadows. His mission was clear: eliminate the rival kingdom's royal family. But fate had other plans.
That's when he saw her - Shivani, the warrior princess. Her sword gleamed in the...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Two hearts unite, in love's sweet bond Together forever, their journey beyond Through laughter and tears, they'll stand as one Forever entwined, under the sun (｡♡‿♡｡)
Show your love and support - vote and comment to help this story come alive
Author's pov
As the swayamvar came to a close, it was clear that none had succeeded in winning the princess's hand - not the warrior, with his boasts and bravado, nor the other suitors, with their grand promises and gifts. King Indrajit and Queen Adithi exchanged nervous glances, their faces etched with concern and disappointment. "What will become of our daughter?" the queen whispered, her voice trembling. "Will she remain unwed forever?" The king's brow furrowed in worry as he sought counsel from Mahayogi, the wise sage who had long guided their family. "Do not worry, Your Majesties," Mahayogi said with a gentle smile. "The real one, the chosen one, is waiting for her. The universe has its own plan, and it will unfold in due time. Have faith." The king and queen nodded, trying to find comfort in the sage's words, but their hearts remained heavy with uncertainty. Meanwhile, Aryan's subtle smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with a knowing light, as he began to weave his own thread into the tapestry of fate.
Aryan: "Your Majesty, King Indrajit, I request a moment of your time."
King Indrajit: "Ah, yes, young Aryan. What is it that you desire?"
Aryan: "I wish to seek your permission to try my hand at winning the princess's hand. Though the swayamvar has ended, I believe I may have a chance to succeed where others have failed."
King Indrajit: (pausing, stroking his beard) "I must admit, Aryan, you are not like the others who came before. You possess a quiet confidence, a sense of purpose. Very well, I shall grant you permission to try. But be warned, the task will not be easy."
Aryan: "I understand, Your Majesty. I am willing to take the risk. Thank you for this opportunity."
Shivani's eyes locked onto Aryan's, and for a fleeting instant, they shared a connection that went beyond words. A spark of understanding, a hint of promise. Then, Aryan's gaze dropped, and he bowed his head, his dark hair falling across his forehead. Shivani's heart fluttered, like a bird set free.
Aryan walked towards the Shivling, his eyes fixed on its majestic form. He bowed his head, his hands clasped together in reverence. Then, his gaze shifted to Shivani, and for a moment, they just looked at each other, the air thick with anticipation. With a deep breath, Aryan reached out to lift the Shivling, but it wouldn't budge. He tried again, his face set in determination, but it remained stubbornly still. The crowd held its collective breath as Aryan looked up at Shivani, her eyes wide with nervousness. The king and queen leaned forward, their faces etched with excitement, wondering what would happen next.
