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"Today, I take my first
step towards becoming Queen.
The weight of the crown isn't in the gold,
it's in the expectations."
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˚ ༘♡ 🪷🪕🪞🦢⋆。˚ ❀Finally, the day has arrived, my engagement day. It sounds surreal, even as I sit here in front of the mirror, adorned in the most exquisite royal attire. I glance at my reflection and barely recognize the woman staring back. My outfit; a regal, heavily embroidered deep maroon lehenga, adorned with intricate gold zari work that cascades down the length of the lehenga . My dupatta, a sheer golden fabric embroidered with motifs of royal lineage, draped over my head. I look like someone worthy of standing beside Hukum Adhiraj Singh Rathore, King of Raipur, but inside, I'm a bundle of nerves.
Am I ready to be "Rani-sa"? Do I even have the qualities to bear the weight of that title?
I try to keep my hands from trembling as I sit, while the makeup artist continues her work, smoothing the final touches on my face. A slight blush on my cheeks, bold kohl lining my eyes, lips stained in deep red to match my outfit. I've stayed far away from my phone all day, avoiding the inevitable buzz of notifications and the incessant chattering of the paparazzi. Headlines of "Hukum Adhiraj Rathore to be Married: The Biggest Royal Wedding of the Year" have been circulating like wildfire. The last thing I need today is a distraction from their prying eyes and speculation.
As I sit, fidgeting with the edge of my lehenga, the grandeur of the hall where my engagement is about to take place looms in my mind. It's one of the grandest spaces within the Rathore legacy, a royal hall dripping with history. Gold-edged walls, chandeliers hanging like regal crowns, the entire decor is a tribute to kings and queens who have come before us. And today, it's my turn to step into that legacy.
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Mrs. Regal Rathore
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