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Rajkumari Aadrika sat in her opulent royal chamber, the heavy scent of jasmine incense wafting through the air, mingling with her frustration. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries and gold accents, but none of it could distract her from the troubling predicament she found herself in. Her marriage to King Abhiraj Rao of Indraprastha was looming, and the very thought of it made her blood boil.
“What do I need a husband for?” she muttered to herself, pacing back and forth. “I’m more than capable of ruling a kingdom on my own. The throne should be mine alone, not shared with some man I’ve never even met!”
Aadrika had always been strong-willed and determined, traits that made her an exceptional leader, but this marriage proposal threatened to shackle her ambitions. The idea of being tied to a stranger for the sake of political alliances made her stomach turn.
She threw herself onto a plush divan, her long hair fanning out around her like a dark waterfall. Staring up at the intricately painted ceiling, she began to brainstorm ways to escape this unwanted union. But no matter how many ideas she came up with, they all seemed ridiculous, even by her standards.
“What if I pretend to be mad?” she thought aloud, imagining herself hurling furniture and speaking in gibberish during the wedding ceremony. She quickly shook her head. “No, that’s too dramatic. I’d end up locked in a palace instead of on the throne.”
She sighed, sitting up and drumming her fingers on the armrest. “Maybe I could fake an illness? Something terribly contagious, like the plague!” She paused, then groaned. “But what if they quarantine me and I lose my chance at the throne? No, no, that won’t work either.”
Her eyes wandered around the room, desperate for inspiration. “I could write a scandalous letter, claim to have a secret lover,” she mused, then cringed at the thought. “But what if they just execute the poor man? Ugh, this is impossible!”
Frustration gnawed at her as her normally sharp mind failed to produce a solution that didn’t involve either public humiliation or worse. “Curse this wretched situation!” she fumed, throwing a cushion across the room. It hit the wall with a soft thud, offering little satisfaction.
As she sat there, stewing in her own misery, a more subtle and cunning idea began to take shape in her mind. What if, instead of trying to cancel the marriage outright, she made King Abhiraj Rao think that she was completely unsuitable for him? If he rejected her, it wouldn’t just save her from the marriage—it would leave her free to pursue the throne without the burden of a husband.
A slow, sly smile crept across her face as the plan took root. “Yes,” she whispered, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “I’ll make him want to call off the marriage himself. A foolproof plan!”
The more she thought about it, the more confident she became. She would need to play this carefully, making herself appear entirely undesirable while still maintaining her dignity. It had to be subtle enough that no one would suspect her true intentions.
Now, how to go about it?
The first step was obvious: she needed to meet King Abhiraj, and when she did, she had to leave him utterly disillusioned. But how could she manage that without making it too obvious?
“Perhaps,” she mused, “I could present myself as a spoiled, pampered princess, impossible to please. I’ll make absurd demands, act high-strung, and treat everyone around me like servants. No king in his right mind would want to marry someone so insufferable.”
Aadrika chuckled at the thought, already imagining the exasperated expression on Abhiraj’s face as she complained about the smallest inconveniences. She would insist on the most ridiculous luxuries, criticize everything from the food to the décor, and generally make herself a nightmare to be around.
But even as she entertained this idea, a voice in the back of her mind nagged at her. Wouldn’t that make her look weak and foolish, something she never wanted to be perceived as?
“No, that’s not enough,” she decided. “He might just see it as a challenge, something to tame or conquer. I need to be smarter than that.”
She pondered for a moment, then her eyes lit up with another idea. “What if I act disinterested? Completely indifferent to his power and status? Men like him are used to being adored and feared. If I show him that I couldn’t care less about him or his kingdom, it might bruise his ego enough to make him rethink the marriage.”
She could imagine herself standing before him, unimpressed by his titles, his wealth, and his reputation. She would speak to him as if he were just another man, not the ruler of a great kingdom. Perhaps she would even yawn in his presence, or casually mention how dull life as a queen would be.
The more she thought about it, the more appealing this plan became. It would take every ounce of her acting skills to pull off, but it was the best option she had. If she could make him feel that marrying her would be a bore, a waste of his time, he might just decide that he could do better.
Feeling more optimistic, Aadrika got up and began to pace again, this time with a purpose. She would need to prepare carefully for her first meeting with King Abhiraj. Every detail mattered, from her clothes to her demeanor. She had to strike the perfect balance between disinterest and subtle disdain.
“I’ll wear something simple, nothing too grand,” she decided. “And I’ll keep my hair loose, unstyled, as if I didn’t bother to make an effort. When we talk, I’ll be polite, but distant. And if he tries to impress me with stories of his conquests or wealth, I’ll just nod absentmindedly, like I’ve heard it all before.”
She could already see it: the king’s growing frustration as his attempts to charm her fell flat, his pride wounded by her indifference. The more she imagined it, the more she began to enjoy the prospect of the meeting.
Aadrika’s frustration started to melt away, replaced by anticipation. The thought of manipulating the situation to her advantage filled her with renewed energy. She would turn the tables on this arranged marriage, making Abhiraj Rao regret ever considering her as a potential bride.
The plan was set. Now, all she had to do was wait for the inevitable meeting with the king. But instead of dreading it, she found herself looking forward to it with a wicked grin.
“I’ll show them all,” she whispered to herself, her eyes gleaming. “I’ll get my throne, and I won’t have to marry anyone to do it.”
And with that, Rajkumari Aadrika set her mind to the task ahead. Soon, she would have both her freedom and her throne—without the nuisance of a husband to stand in her way.
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