Begum Naraaj Hain® (Modified)

Kadira's Hilariously Desperate Plot

Oh, this is a catastrophe! Every scheme I’ve cooked up seems to backfire spectacularly. My attempts to paint myself as a villainous queen have only made me look like a misunderstood heroine. Seriously, what’s it going to take for Akram to give me the talaq? His pride is as unshakeable as his resolve to keep me around.

I’ve been circulating rumors, staging grandiose “outbursts,” and even dressing like I’m auditioning for a role in a melodramatic opera. But no, nothing works. The people still adore me, and Akram is thriving in his role as the benevolent ruler who “deals with the wicked queen.” It’s like being trapped in a soap opera where every plot twist just makes my situation more absurd.

But ah, there’s a grand celebration coming up soon—a lavish affair to celebrate our iron mining success. The plot is supposed to have Akram publicly criticize me, and in my vengeful fury, I’m meant to torment Leila. Classic melodrama, right? But honestly, I’d rather skip that entire ordeal. I just need to escape this prison of matrimonial misery.

“Dasi! Summon Sahir Ali Khan at once! I require his company for a private discussion in my bedroom,” I commanded with an air of regal authority. I knew exactly what I was doing—laying the groundwork for a scandal of epic proportions. If Akram thought I was cheating with the most eligible bachelor in the empire, surely he’d be forced to give me that coveted talaq.

Meanwhile, in the Royal Court…

“Mantriji, what’s the latest buzz in the kingdom?” Akram asked, his voice dripping with that ever-so-familiar tone of superiority.

“Jahapana, there’s a flurry of scandalous rumors about Sahiba. Some folks are outraged, but the majority are actually rallying behind her—thanks to your ‘enlightened’ influence,” Mantri said, practically bursting with admiration for Akram’s impeccable manipulation.

“Perfect! Keep convincing the doubters. Kadira won’t get a chance to win or get a talaq,” Akram declared, his face set in a determined scowl.

“Hukemallah! Has anything happened to Shahiba? She’s been absent from court,” one of the Mantris asked, clearly more interested in gossip than governance.

“She’s in no condition to attend. She’ll be back when she’s… ‘properly conditioned,’” Akram said, his eyes narrowing as if he was envisioning Kadira undergoing a royal makeover.

Just then, Maha Mantri burst in, looking as if he’d just run a marathon.

“Jahapana! Emergency! Shahiba is meeting Sahir Ali Khan in private in her bedroom!” Maha Mantri gasped, nearly collapsing from the drama of it all.

“What!?” Akram’s eyes widened like saucers, and his voice echoed through the hall. It was as if someone had announced that the royal kitchen had run out of kebabs.

“What’s the matter, Jahapana?” another Mantri asked, clutching his pearls—or the equivalent of royal pearls, anyway.

“Nothing. Court is adjourned for today. We’ll reconvene tomorrow,” Akram snapped, his face set in a thunderous frown. He stormed out of the hall, with Maha Mantri trailing behind, looking like a faithful, worried puppy.

As they left, the court buzzed with excitement. “Did you hear? The Shahiba is meeting Sahir Ali Khan privately in her bedroom! Scandalous!” The whispers grew louder as everyone imagined the drama unfolding.

In Kadira’s Chambers…

Sahir Ali Khan arrived, looking like a kid who’d just been told he could eat as much candy as he wanted. He was practically vibrating with excitement.

“Shahiba, you are more beautiful than any poem could describe! How did a humble man like me earn such an honor?” Sahir exclaimed, his voice almost breaking with awe.

“Enough with the flattery, Sahir. I need your help,” I said, trying to maintain my composure while secretly enjoying the spectacle of his infatuation.

“Anything for you, Shahiba,” Sahir said, his eyes sparkling like he’d just won a prize.

As I prepared to reveal my oh-so-clever plan, the doors flew open with a crash that could’ve been heard across the empire. There stood Akram, his face a storm of fury and disbelief.

“Kadira, what on earth is this?” Akram bellowed, his voice resonating with the power of a hundred thunderclaps.

“Your Highness, You’re just in time,” I said with an overly dramatic flourish. “Sahir and I were having a most fascinating conversation about the future of the kingdom. Care to join us?”

Akram’s jaw dropped, and Sahir looked like he was about to faint from the sheer audacity of the moment.

“Well, if it isn’t a delightful spectacle,” Akram said through gritted teeth. “I suppose we’re in for a show.”