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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Sameer’s knock at the door woke me up, and when I opened it, there he stood, looking like he hadn’t slept in days. I could tell he was as miserable as I was. We were up till late at night for the smooth functioning of the whole event.
Neither of us is built for mornings, but the coronation waits for no one. We had to be at the palace by 5 AM, and here we were—half dead and barely functioning.
"What?" I snapped at him. Honestly, the last thing I wanted was to be awake, much less dealing with his nonsense. I had no clothes for this stupid coronation, and now I had this idiot at my door before sunrise.
"I don’t have anything to wear for the coronation," he mumbled, like that was my problem.
"As if I’ve got a whole wardrobe full of coronation attire just lying around," I muttered, stepping aside to let him in.
"Why didn’t Srikant Sir tell us earlier?" Sameer grumbled, flopping onto my bed like it was the most natural thing in the world. "We’re gonna make fools out of ourselves in front of everyone."
"Please, Sameer. I’m wearing the same damn T-shirt and cargos. I’m not about to stress over this." I tossed a pair of cargos onto the bed, already done with the conversation.
“We’re getting late,” he groaned, halfheartedly checking the time before letting out another sigh and sprawling across my bed like he owned it.
“Of course, we are,” I snapped back, “Did you even take a bath?”
"Yeah, I did," he answered lazily, "I’ll look for clothes later. First, let’s go check the arrangements."
"Fine," I huffed, pulling out my black t-shirt,
"Go have a bath while you’re at it." he muttered, his arm covering his eyes, "You go. I’ll wait here."
"Alright, at least get breakfast before we leave," I said as I made my way to the bathroom.
"Okay!" he shouted after me.
I stepped into the shower, feeling the cool water hit my skin, a brief relief from the sweltering Udaipur heat.
My hair—God, my hair—was a whole other battle. It’s long, down to my hips, and so damn thick. I’d kill to cut it all off, but my mom would probably kill me first. Sometimes I dream of just shaving it off and walking around with ice bags on my head. That would be heaven in this heat.
I wore my tee shirt and wrapped a towel around my waist after my shower, cursing the slippery tiles. No way I was putting on my cargos here. I nudged Sameer with my hand.
“Oye!” I called out.
"What?" he mumbled, turning to the other side like a damn child.
"Abe chutiye nikal kapde pehen ne hai mujhe." (Get out, moron. I need to change.)
