Siya's life in Chandipur was marked by resilience and solitude, her days consumed by nurturing the vibrant blooms of her flower shop. Abandoned at birth and haunted by the mystery of her parents' disappearance, she had grown accustomed to the whispe...
📖 Adhiraj Singh Rathore shows the world the price of daring to harm his Rani-sa. ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ˚ ༘♡ 🪷🪕🪞🦢⋆｡˚ ❀
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The lights of the mela illuminated the night, casting long shadows that flickered like ghosts against the bustling crowd. My hands rested firmly behind my back, the weight of my authority carried in my composed stance. Despite the festivities, my mind remained preoccupied with the earlier incident involving the red pouch. My Siya; how could she be blamed for something so petty?
I trusted her beyond doubt, but the people surrounding her? They were another story altogether. Was Siya such an easy target that someone like Mianshi could lay hands on such a significant item? My jaw clenched at the thought. I believed in Siya's innocence, but as a king, I couldn't let emotions cloud my judgment. It wasn't just about standing by her in public; it was about unraveling the truth, no matter where it led.
Rithvik's timely intervention had saved the day. Watching him step forward and take responsibility for the mishap warmed my chest with a rare sense of pride. His loyalty to Siya was unwavering; a quality I valued deeply. But this entire situation had left me on edge. The mela was packed with guests from across regions, and the weight of maintaining our family's legacy rested solely on my shoulders. Any disruption in the mela would reflect poorly on me.
Vidhyut and his father? Utterly useless. They carried no weight in situations like these. And Devraj? That scum didn't even deserve a mention. It had only taken me a week to bring him to his knees.
When Devraj dared to enter my arena, it wasn't difficult to dismantle him. His family's businesses were flimsy at best, easy prey for someone like me. All it took was a few strategic moves. A delayed shipment here, a terminated contract there, and Devraj's empire crumbled like a house of cards.
The man who once strutted through Raipur like a peacock now stood on the roadside, stripped of his pride. I bought out his assets, not to use them but to redistribute them as charity to the people he had exploited for years. Something was better than nothing, after all. My kingdom thrived while his influence dwindled into nothingness.
Still, I didn't let my victory inflate my ego. My focus remained on maintaining my responsibilities. Baba-sa had worked tirelessly for years; it was time he rested, and I ensured he did. My Susur-ji's unexpected support during this largest fair was another source of strength. His quiet presence, his unwavering faith in me, softened my heart. We often spent time together, moments that I kept away from Siya's knowledge. She didn't need to know how fond I had grown of her father; it was our little secret.
The fair was proceeding smoothly, but something felt off. My eyes scanned the crowd instinctively, searching for a familiar figure. I had left Siya earlier near the market, where she mentioned she would go to Maa-sa and Dadi-sa. But when I'd tried to speak to her, she had barely looked my way. Her silence, the way she nodded absentmindedly, hinted that her mood was sour.
