I am Prince's pampered wife

Chapter 37

After two long months, the awaited day of the competition finally arrived, casting an electric charge across the Kingdom. Streets throbbed with excitement, filled with laughter and eager chatter as vendors beckoned, their stalls overflowing with vibrant trinkets and enticing delicacies. A symphony of anticipation played out, calling not just locals but travelers from distant places to witness the grand spectacle.

The competitors had worked hard, each one eager to prove their superiority and elevate their status through this contest.

Maira and Surya exchanged worried glances, anxiety etched in Maira's brow. Her heart raced with an unsettling fear. Where is our daughter? Surya's steady hand rested on her shoulder, a silent promise that all would be well, yet Maira felt a tight knot of worry in her chest.

On his lavish throne, Veer surveyed the arena before him, a reigning champion for three consecutive years. Although he had chosen not to compete today, the ladies of the court still admired him. Yet, Veer's thoughts, fraught with urgency, searched for the one figure who had yet to appear. 

Niya and Reyan were prepared as well. They believed Pari might be too frightened to come.

As the competition commenced, competitors entered the arena one by one, battling their opponents. Reyan emerged victorious in his match.

Next, it was Niya's turn. She entered the arena with determination and swiftly attacked her opponent. Caught off guard and lacking alertness, he lost.

Niya smiled, confident in her abilities. She was determined to prove she was the best among all the ladies in the Kingdom, and that fool was no match for her. As her gaze subconsciously drifted toward Veer, her heart sank; he wasn't looking at her. She felt a twinge of sadness but masked it well.

Reyan admired her from the sidelines, his heart swelling with pride. She is my chosen one; I would face any storm to stand beside her.

Reyan watched her, thinking how fortunate he was. She was his wife, the choice he had made, and he would never regret it.

Reeta beamed with pride as she watched her daughter perform. Beside her, Mayank felt joyful for their daughter's progress.

After some time, it was Pari's turn. When her name was announced, there was a hushed silence; no one appeared. As the time approached its end, the announcer prepared to disqualify her.

Suddenly, the crowd shivered, sensing a chill in the air.

Moments later, a figure approached the arena, each step radiating power. Her eyes were a piercing blue, her silver hair flowed gracefully, and her outfit danced with the wind. The crowd collectively gasped; she resembled a fairy come to life.

Veer's expression shifted as he recognized her. He called his servant and whispered urgent instructions, all the while watching the figure approach. It had been two months since he last saw her, and now he felt a sense of relief wash over him.

Reyan, enchanted, couldn't take his eyes off her. She resembled a goddess, transformed and glowing under the sunlight. It had been far too long since he last beheld her.

When Niya noticed her husband's gaze fixated on another woman, jealousy bubbled within her, and she glared hatefully at her sweet sister. So what if she had become beautiful? She was still powerless and useless in her eyes.

Maira's heart swelled with emotion as she caught sight of her daughter, tears of joy welling up. Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling that Pari seemed thinner—she must have endured so much.

Surya also watched Pari, sensing that today was destined to be her moment to shine.