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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"Damn it, we're going to be late," Dhriti muttered, hurriedly adjusting her scarf as they rushed down the palace corridors. Sameer, walking beside her, checked his watch and frowned.
"Next time, maybe you should just pack the entire wardrobe," he grunted, his tone half-amused, half-frustrated as he gave her a side-eye
Dhriti shot him a look. "Oh yeah, because clearly this is all for my benefit," she snapped, her tone thick with sarcasm. "I love wearing the queen's favorite jewelry store on my body."
The suit itself was simple, yet the golden thread embroidery at the edges gave it an air of elegance.
The earrings dangled heavily from her ears, their constant jingling reminding her with every step that she wasn't dressed like herself. But it was the queen's request, and saying no to her wasn't exactly an option.
Her long, loose hair, which she normally kept tied back, fell around her face in soft waves, fanning out with each hurried movement. It annoyed her, making her feel less like the professional she was and more like a doll put on display.
And The damn scarf, which had been slipping off, felt like her own personal battle, refusing to stay in place. She cursed under her breath again as it slid down her shoulder, her hand quickly tugging it back up.
Sameer walked behind her for a moment, watching her. He clicked his tongue.
"You know, you look... different today," he said, his voice quieter but still teasing. "Like... maybe you should dress like a girl more often."
Dhriti's steps faltered slightly as she shot him a deadly glare over her shoulder. "Don't start with me, Sameer," she warned. "Not today."
"Oh come on, what? I'm just saying-maybe this whole 'queen's personal favorite' look suits you," he continued, clearly enjoying himself.
"You don't always have to dress like you're ready to jump into a crime scene. You've got anklets on for God's sake."
Dhriti could feel her frustration bubbling up, but she bit down on her retort, instead gritting out,
"I'm wearing this because I have to, not because I want to. So unless you want me to strangle you with this damn scarf, shut up."
Sameer chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. No need to commit murder before the coronation. You look nice, though. Different, but nice."
"Glad you think so," she muttered, tugging the scarf back up yet again as they neared the grand hall.
He chuckled but didn't push further, sensing her simmering tension. The stakes were high today. They were running late to coronation security briefing, and neither of them could afford to mess this up-not with so many eyes watching.
