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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As I watched her disappear into the house, I lingered in the car for a moment longer, my thoughts drifting back to the evening, to the unexpected ease between us. When I finally stepped out and headed inside, the quietness of the house felt different somehow—charged with the memory of our conversations, the hints of smiles, and the subtle comfort of her presence.
The next morning, I found myself up early,Meera was already up maybe in the bathroom getting ready for the day,I mindlessly scrolling through my phone while I waited for the rest of the house to stir. There was a sense of anticipation I couldn't shake, and it didn't take long for me to admit that I was looking forward to seeing Meera again, to starting the day knowing we were slowly becoming partners in this new life.
She appeared from the closet fully dressed for the day, in a beautiful yellow saree which made her look stunning. I don't know when I was staring at her without blinking while she was getting ready,
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"Good Morning"she said with her ever cheerful tone with a smile.
"Good morning"I replied with a sleepy yet present tone with a small smile.
While I made my way towards the bathroom to get ready I was joining work today well she said she will be on a leave for one more day wanting to s spend some time with everyone.
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Around breakfast, she appeared again, looking a little hesitant, like she was still adjusting to the rhythm of this new home. But as our eyes met across the room, she gave me a small, shy smile, and I felt that same warmth from the night before settle in my chest. I offered her a nod in greeting, and as she took a seat at the table, I noticed maa sa and Kaki sa watching us both, a pleased smile tugging at their lips.
"Good morning, Meera," they said warmly, and Meera returned her greeting, polite but sincere.
My father joined us with Kaka sa soon after, engaging in his usual morning conversation about work, the news, and everything in between. I could sense Meera quietly observing, trying to familiarize herself with our routines and dynamics. Every now and then, my mother would draw her into the conversation, making sure she felt included. Meera responded thoughtfully, speaking with that calm grace I'd noticed about her, never overstepping but always present.
