Main lakha mangkeduavan tenu paya ae Rabb sohne tainu mere naal milaya ae
~ Adhiraj
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In the dimly lit room, Adhiraj sat on the plush sofa, exuding an air of authority. His posture was regal, almost king-like, as he listened to Kaali, who stood respectfully before him, relaying the latest gossip that had spread through Anuvarta.
"The rumors about her being a girl of low status have spread throughout Anuvarta," Kaali began cautiously. "They're saying she's a gold digger who climbed the ladder of success and wealth by using your love."
As Kaali spoke, Adhiraj's expression grew darker with each passing word. His eyes, once calm, now blazed with a cold fury.
"Or ye baat logo ke mann mein aayi kaise?" Adhiraj asked, his voice dangerously quiet. (And how did this idea even enter people's minds?)
"Sarkaar, do din pehle achanak se aisi baatein pure Anuvarta ke beech phael gayi aur sab isi baat par vishwas karte hain," Kaali explained, his tone tinged with concern. (Sir, two days ago, these rumors suddenly spread among the people of Anuvarta, and everyone believes them.)
Adhiraj remained silent for a moment, his mind calculating. Then, he spoke with an icy resolve. "Kal mithayi aur kapde pure Anuvarta mein bantwane wale hain hum apni shadi ki khushi mein. Uski taiyaari ho gayi?" (Tomorrow, sweets and clothes will be distributed throughout Anuvarta in celebration of our wedding. Are the preparations complete?)
Kaali quickly nodded, sensing the intensity of the moment. "Jisarkaar, saari taiyariyan ho gayi hain. Kal subah hote hi sabko mithaiyan aur kapde baant diye jayenge." (Yes, sir, all the preparations are complete. As soon as dawn breaks tomorrow, sweets and clothes will be distributed.)
Adhiraj's gaze turned even sharper as he issued his next order. "Mithaiyon ke saath humara ek sandesh bhi sabko bhijwa dena kal." (Send a message along with the sweets tomorrow.)
Adhiraj stood up, his presence filling the room with a palpable tension. "Kal humari shaadi hai aur kal se Annahita Thakur nahi, vo Annahita Adhiraj Singh Rathore hongi. Aur Anuvarta ki rani ke baare mein koi afwaah hum bardaasht nahi karenge. Agar kisi ne bhi uske baare mein kuch bola toh use dekhte hi goli maar di jayegi." (Tomorrow is my wedding, and from tomorrow, Annahita Thakur will no longer exist; she will be Annahita Adhiraj Singh Rathore. I will not tolerate any rumors about the queen of Anuvarta. If anyone speaks ill of her, they will be shot on sight.)
