Prepare to be swept away on a journey of laughter, tears, and unexpected twists as Dhriti and Rudransh discover that sometimes, the greatest love stories are the ones we least expect.
Welcome to "Oye Rajvanshi: A Royal Romance."
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The air was thick, almost tangible, as I stepped off the train in Udaipur. I adjusted my bag on my shoulder, my thoughts far from the city's famed beauty. My eyes swept the platform, assessing everything. Udaipur was different from Delhi—quieter, more regal, but no less tense. The heat of the afternoon sun scorched my skin, a searing reminder of where I was.
"Thank god I decided to wear an oversized t-shirt and cargo pants. At least I'm not dying in this heat," I muttered to myself, grateful for the comfort.
"Facts, thankgod I weared cargos and oversized tshirt" Sameer said, uh, did he heard me?
"Damn. Udaipur really knows how to make an entrance, huh?" Sameer chuckled, wiping the sweat from his brow.
"For real," I replied, though my mind was already elsewhere.
Sameer and I had flown into the city, and as Srikant sir had promised, there was a car waiting for us with two guards. We settled inside the sleek black SUV, and the vehicle rumbled to life, whisking us away towards the police station. I stared out the window, the serene beauty of Udaipur passing by—pristine lakes, majestic palaces, and temples bathed in golden light. Everything looked calm and peaceful.
But I knew better.
The real world? It’s anything but serene. In a split second, everything could spiral into chaos. I glanced at Sameer; he was fidgeting with his watch, deep in thoughts.
We reached the police station quickly, greeted by the looming gates and the stern faces of officers. As we stepped inside, we were escorted straight to the office of the IPS officer in charge.
"Sub-inspector Dhriti Sharma," I introduced myself with a firm handshake.
"Sub-inspector Sameer Nainwal," Sameer followed suit.
The man in front of us was sharp, commanding, yet polite. "IPS Vidhaan Rathore. Please, have a seat." He gestured towards the chairs across from his desk, flashing a cordial smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
And I could tell he was judging is hard by our outfits. Yes we don't have uniforms boy. And it was the best we could wear on a trip?
"Srikant sir briefed me about your visit," Rathore started, settling back in his chair. "You’re here with a specific purpose, but for now, I need your assistance with the coronation security tomorrow."
I exchanged a quick look with Sameer, both of us feeling the frustration rise. Sameer, never one to hold back, clenched his jaw. "We’re here for security? Just to guard?"
Rathore's expression didn’t waver. "For now, yes. You’ll be guarding the royal family. You will both be stationed in the inner circle, but in disguise. The family will be in the public eye all day. We can’t take any chances. This is one of the most powerful families in the country—anyone could target them."
The weight of his words sank in. "CBI officers will also be deployed for added protection, which is why you are here." he added.
I sighed, biting back my initial frustration. "Alright, anything else?" I asked, keeping my voice even.
