This story concerns a highly esteemed royal family residing in Udaipur, Rajasthan. The unwanted marriage of the to-be-crowned king of Rajasthan. The king of Rajasthan was unwillingly betrothed as part of his duty to provide a Queen for his kingdom.
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"You should get changed. You must be tired of moving around in that saree," I said to her, offering a small smile.
She nodded, returning the smile shyly, and I felt a flicker of hope. Maybe we could make this work. It wouldn't be easy, but perhaps we could turn this into something real, something worth holding onto.
As she headed toward the closet, I watched her open the door and glance around. I'd asked Maa Sa to help arrange her things with the maids, making sure everything was perfectly in place. She gave an appreciative nod, disappearing into the bathroom.
I took the chance to slip into the closet myself, quickly grabbing a set of comfortable clothes. Changing quickly, I waited, feeling an odd mixture of excitement and nerves.
After what felt like ten minutes, she stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in a simple satin gown. I couldn't stop myself from staring. She looked... different. The gown flowed softly around her, bringing out an elegance that made my heart stutter. Everything about her surprised me, day after day.
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She walked over to the vanity, settling into the chair as she began brushing her hair, leaving it loose. With just a hint of natural beauty, no makeup, she looked effortlessly stunning.
Realizing I was still staring, I tried to snap out of it, but it was too late.
She caught my eye in the mirror, raising an eyebrow. "What happened?"
I felt heat rush to my face as I quickly shook my head, embarrassed. "Nothing, sorry. Just... spaced out."
She chuckled softly, looking back down as she ran a brush through her hair, and I felt my own lips curve into a smile. Maybe tonight wasn't about grand gestures, but these small moments were a good place to start.
"I'll take the couch; you can have the bed," I said, hoping to make things comfortable for her.
She tilted her head, an amused smile playing on her lips. "Why? Am I supposed to take the bed somewhere with me?"
I blinked, thrown off. "Wait, matlab?"
She let out a soft laugh, her eyes sparkling. "I mean, we can both share it! The bed's big enough, and it's not like we're strangers anymore."
I felt a warmth rise to my face, a mix of surprise and relief. She wasn't pushing me away—in fact, she seemed perfectly at ease. I managed a nod, smiling back. "Okay, then. Sharing it is."
We stood there for a moment, her suggestion lingering in the air, filling the room with an unexpected warmth. I nodded slowly, trying to act calm, even though the idea of sharing the bed felt strangely... intimate. But seeing her relaxed expression made it easier.
She climbed onto her side of the bed, settling in with a comfortable sigh. I turned off the main lights, leaving only a soft glow from the bedside lamp, casting a warm hue over the room. As I moved to sit on the other side, I felt an odd nervousness, but I kept my expression neutral.
